I'm a stay at home by choice. Which is quite interesting because I hate being home. I'd rather be hiking, at a cider mill, the zoo, anything that doesn't involve cleaning up mess after mess all day long. I'm loving these precious memories we are making, but loathe the boredom. So when a day comes along that we don't have any plans, I panic. Insert Jungle Java today.
I have these grand intentions of reading a book, sipping on my skinny caramel latte, while my children play independently, win win for everyone. Except what ends up happening is I'm on my feet the whole time saying "Brooklyn be nice, don't be so bossy", or "Oh hey Buggy, what a big boy you are climbing with the big kids!" Today was different. Today they played by themselves, B found friends and Grant roamed the landscape like a champ. Okay there was one 'my foot's stuck' incident that was quite dramatic, in that I had to find him in the jungle maze and conquer my fear of heights, all the while being super positive and reassuring him he was ok! But I digress!
Today I met MY kinda moms. It's one of those times (which does not happen often for me) where we just clicked. Immediately looking after one each other's child, immediately giving praise for having our kids so close in age, or having twin almost 5 year old boys...god bless her! AND the best part....they actually paid attention to their children. I'm sorry but I don't understand the mom's who come to these play places and totally check out. So I was amazed to find so many of the moms today engaged and talkative. I guess when your desperate for adult conversation, love your kids, but sometimes they drive you nutty, it shows all over your face.
So today I want to say thank you. Thank you moms for restoring my faith in other moms, in friends, in the power of being open to having a great afternoon. Thank you for giving my girl a high five when she's proud she made it down the slide and thank you for helping me locate my lost 'my foot's stuck' child in the under 7 children's play place. You are rock stars! And now I'm gonna kick myself for a month for not exchanging information before the chaos took over.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Anxiety
The anticipation of my first born going to preschool plagued me throughout the Summer. But not in a way that you might think. I yearned for the day when she would go to school. Wanting and needing that little bit of ME time. I always think of my sister-in-law in these times because she has 5 children, and she posted something about it 'being the best time of year'. I definitely picture her skipping throughout her house singing 'its the most wonderful time of year'.....!
We planned and discussed and prepped lil miss for school and she was genuinely excited. Telling strangers we'd pass in the park or on our walks, "when I'm 4 I'm gonna go to school." I scoured different schools going to open houses and talking with other moms in our area. Finally deciding on a great school. This school just felt right, and putting Brooklyn in preschool at almost 4 years old seemed to be the perfect age for her.
SO why do I have this anxiety? Why did she hesitate slightly when I told her we were leaving, and I'd be back in a few hours to pick her up? Last night I remember feeling almost guilty at how excited I was to have dedicated time throughout the week to get things done. Knowing deep down we both needed that time to grow and learn and appreciate the time we have together. I want Brooklyn to love school and be excited to see us when we come pick her up. I want to cherish the time I have with her instead of counting down the minutes until bedtime.
And now that this day is upon us, I feel almost numb. Not quite sure if I should be more excited or more sad that she's finally in school. It absolutely doesn't help that my other lil one refuses to nap today. This kid usually naps at the time B starts school. Silly me...thinking I could set it up so G napped while B was at school, optimizing the most out of my ME time. SO whats wrong with me then? Why do I feel so empty? I know this will be easier after Day 1, but it feels weird, I keep expecting her to pop out of the playroom in some dress up outfit saying, 'look at me mommy, isn't it great'.
We planned and discussed and prepped lil miss for school and she was genuinely excited. Telling strangers we'd pass in the park or on our walks, "when I'm 4 I'm gonna go to school." I scoured different schools going to open houses and talking with other moms in our area. Finally deciding on a great school. This school just felt right, and putting Brooklyn in preschool at almost 4 years old seemed to be the perfect age for her.
SO why do I have this anxiety? Why did she hesitate slightly when I told her we were leaving, and I'd be back in a few hours to pick her up? Last night I remember feeling almost guilty at how excited I was to have dedicated time throughout the week to get things done. Knowing deep down we both needed that time to grow and learn and appreciate the time we have together. I want Brooklyn to love school and be excited to see us when we come pick her up. I want to cherish the time I have with her instead of counting down the minutes until bedtime.
And now that this day is upon us, I feel almost numb. Not quite sure if I should be more excited or more sad that she's finally in school. It absolutely doesn't help that my other lil one refuses to nap today. This kid usually naps at the time B starts school. Silly me...thinking I could set it up so G napped while B was at school, optimizing the most out of my ME time. SO whats wrong with me then? Why do I feel so empty? I know this will be easier after Day 1, but it feels weird, I keep expecting her to pop out of the playroom in some dress up outfit saying, 'look at me mommy, isn't it great'.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Windows Live Movie Maker
Loving This Program! Here's what ya'll missed while I didn't have a computer.
Enjoy!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)