Today the girls had a play date with their cousin. I decided to take them to the park near our house. It was like pulling teeth with Diva Girl and her cousin because they wanted to stay inside and play Minecraft. Seriously? Baby Girl and I paid them no mind and got ready to go. They grumbled for a bit but by the time the park was in sight, they had forgotten the video games and made a beeline to the playground. It was cool today, a sign that summer is coming to a close and we were the only ones there for at least twenty minutes. Freeze tag was the game of choice and they proceeded to run and scream and laugh uncontrollably. I was suckered in to being a referee of sorts to ensure that everyone played fair and that Baby Girl didn’t get stuck being ‘it’ all the time, since she is the smallest and sometimes has to work harder to catch the others. After a while, a few other families began to arrive and there was one little boy in particular whose caregiver asked the girls if he could play.
And then there were four…
What I love about children is how open they are to new people, experiences, adventures and so on. Soon they were running and screaming each other’s names. The little boy who was the youngest was jumping and running with the rest. As it is with children when they play so vigorously, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises. Everyone had at least one fall into the wood chips that line the playground area. Baby Girl had a fall that left her in tears and the little boy was quick to offer the services of his dog for comfort (present with the caregiver) and advised her to pet him so that she could feel better.
She was all better after that.
When it was time to go, the little boy said goodbye to them (twice to Baby Girl) and they all yelled ‘bye!’ to him as well.
Summer may be almost over, but beautiful moments can happen any time.
Another birthday has come and gone. Baby girl is now seven years old. Say what now?I guess I really shouldn’t be calling her ‘baby’ but I don’t care…she’s still my little one. I have no more toddlers following me around the house, hugging me with sticky fingers and giving me wet kisses. I look at her and see a blend of the young lady she is becoming and the toddler she once was. Sharp wit in a child that still wants uppies in the morning. She’s a momma’s girl and I’m Ok with that. I’m not ready to let go. I’m still allowed to kiss her in public for goodness sake. I’ve got to milk this thing for all its worth!
I don’t think I’m cut out to be a soccer mom. I don’t get why my daughter has to be out 3 nights a week to practice plus a game every Saturday. Yes, she’s in rep soccer, but these are kids not professional athletes. Yes, she’s developing her skills and she had already outgrown the recreational league…but did I mention these are just kids? I love watching her play. I can’t believe this natural athlete came from my body. I was probably the least athletic of any of my friends. Not a fast runner or any type of sports phenom. Unless you count reading as a sport. So I thoroughly enjoy seeing the Soccer Diva race across the field to score and take on girls twice her size without fear or forethought. I am amazed by her. But I’m also her mother and I see when she’s pretending to be okay after being knocked down by that girl bigger than her because the only thing she can do to stop her is knock my baby down. I see the exhaustion as she drops her gear at the door and I help her up the stairs and into the shower. At those times I wonder if this is worth it. She’s always been one to play hard and competition is second nature to her. So she is always sore and tired when she gets home. But is that normal? Is it okay? I question myself regularly. But she loves it. Everything. Practice and the games. She wants to be a professional soccer player. She wants to play in the Olympics. Her father tells me she’s fine and her body will adjust but should we really be waiting for these children to adjust to schedules many of us probably couldn’t handle? I talk to her regularly and let her know that if she ever feels that this is something she no longer wants to do she only has to come to me and that will be that, no matter what anyone (including Daddy) has to say. But so far she loves it and I’ve left it at that but I’m keeping a close eye on her.
Whoever came up with this saying didn’t know Baby girl. The word slow is an understatement to put it mildly. This child has no care to rush for ANYTHING. Picture the mornings…it hurts me to think of it especially since it’s only Monday. The child will tell me 3 stories and show me 2 boo boos, explain why she hasn’t yet brushed her teeth and tattle tale on her sister each morning to use up at least a good 20 minutes of each morning. It’s enough to make me want to pull my hair out. Only when I’m on the verge of a total momma meltdown will she speed up from a slow walk to a quaint skip. The crazy thing is that it truly is a part of her make up. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself so I don’t send her packing (to Nana’s house of course ). But even the way she was born was slow…I wouldn’t dilate! The OB-GYN was baffled since my first delivery was literally 5 hours including labour and the birth (totally not bragging); and even though it was still a relatively short labour (6 1/2 hours), it should have been my first clue that this child had her own internal schedule.
But I’m not the only one that sees it. Her nickname in her kindergarten after school program was ‘slowpoke’ (only her favourite program director called her that). When she was leaving kindergarten and transferring schools in grade one, her kindergarten teacher gave her the book ‘The Tortoise and the Hare”. See what I mean?
But as slow as she can be some days she is also very much like that tortoise in the book…very determined. Whether it’s early potty training, progressing to chapter books, learning to jump rope or drive her mother crazy; that child never waivers…she takes it slow.
Slow as molasses.
Here’s to hoping you all had a wonderful Mother’s day or you made it a special day for any mother figures in your life.
I love the breakfast (not in bed) and the handmade crafts and cards that say “You’re the Best Mom Ever!” I love the extra hugs and kisses and being able to sit for five minutes and feel like a queen.
Before the sibling quarrels kick in and the hubby is cranky from “slaving over a hot stove” and mom duties must be resumed…
I vote for Mother’s WEEK. One day just isn’t enough.
Who’s with me?
You know the excitement you feel when the kids are finally in bed and you actually have a chance to do something for yourself?
Read that book
Write that story
Watch that movie
Call that friend
Then you wake up at 3:30 in the morning and realize you fell asleep on the couch as soon as you sat down.
I think that’s known as an ‘epic fail’…
Here we are in a new year!
It’s 2017! How amazing is that?
Another year of parenting our beautiful children. The babies, school agers, preteens and teenagers.
Tantrums, tears, runny noses, boo boos, rebellion, little spills, big messes, sibling fights and the temporary loss of your sanity…on a fairly consistent basis.
We did it.
…and now we get to do it again for another year.
Stop crying and get a glass…I’ll get the wine.
Happy new year! 🙂