It was Diva girl’s birthday last week. Eleven years old! What the hell? When did that happen?
Wasn’t I just changing diapers and wiping runny noses just yesterday?
Now I’m telling her to turn off her tablet or Nintendo whatchamacallit or to stop hitting her sister or…not to forget that I’m her mother not one of her friends.
Ugh…I’m saying stuff like that now. Her questions are answered with “because I said so…” and “I don’t need a reason…just do it” and quite a few ” don’t make me say it twice…”
I have become my mother.
But I realize that no matter how cool you may be, parenting can strip the cool factor right off you. Despite the laugh fests, shopping days or bike rides. Or the movie dates and tickle wars…at some point in your parenthood you will become that parent. The one that says ‘no’ or has to hand out the discipline or call them out in front of a friend because they’ve crossed a line…
You lose a couple of degrees in the popularity ranking. Its inevitable I guess.
We’re not even at the teen years yet…
Pass the wine please.
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.
It was the Diva girl’s birthday this past weekend. Nine years old! Give me strength!
I look at her and I’m in awe at the following realizations:
1. I am the mother of a beautiful, strong and amazing nine year old
2. Time is running out before the teen wars begin
3. We’ve both survived nine years with my limited knowledge of motherhood
4. That damn parenting manual is never gonna get here
Well…here we go again! Loose teeth everywhere! But now we multiply that by two children who have absolutely no care or concern for the very shallow pockets that the Tooth Fairy may have. I mean of course she may also have a very stylish handbag…she loves a good handbag…but that doesn’t mean she’s rich! How dare they have more than one shaky tooth at a time! The Diva has three! What the heck? Then Baby girl just comes along with two loose teeth and they just happen to be her front teeth at the top. You know that those will bring in a pretty penny. How can she betray me…er…the Tooth Fairy like that? Well, I gotta go…I’m scanning the classifieds for part-time work. Ahem…not for me of course. Just trying to help out the TF…we gotta stick together! 😉
Three days away from the Diva’s birthday.
Eight years old
When did all of this happen?
Still the tomboy, but small hints of ‘girliness’ coming through.
She wants a mermaid Barbie…
And a scooter
She wants nail polish…
And Ninja turtle sunglasses
She wants dressy shoes…not sneakers
But she still hates to wear her earrings
She wants to style her hair on her own…
But definitely no ‘girly’ hairbands or barrettes
A little pink is allowed…
Please don’t make a big deal about it!
Love that kid…
Back to school tomorrow!
Can I get a YAY! YIPPEE! WOO HOO!
What? Too much?
No more trying to figure out how to keep the kids entertained and out of trouble 8 hours a day every day including weekends!
“Mommy I’m bored!” will be reduced to more manageable evenings and perhaps Saturdays and Sundays. But can always be combatted with homework, bath time and early bedtimes.
I can see it now…evenings of peaceful bliss, no squabbling, no yelling or crying. Just the soft snores of very tired children.
Did I mention that Baby girl is starting school too?
Two kids in school = no daycare!
No more daycare = MORE MONEY
Mama needs a new pair of shoes!
Kidding! Stay tuned!
My daughter is 7 years old today!
13 more years until she moves out!!!!