What is this Adventure?
Full-time Mama & Part-time school social worker in the throes of toddlerhood at its best and worst. In my short tenure as a member of the prestigious Mamahood club, I find the reality of it all to be amazing, exhausting, hilarious, challenging, a blessing, lonely at times, nostalgic, guilt-ridden, and the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me...all at once. Sit back, read, laugh and cry with me on my adventure!
Thursday, May 23, 2013
For children and school teachers (or school social workers, as they may be), we measure the years not from January to December, but from September to May...and then we pray that time stands still for the three months in between the year as we breath in the goodness of summer. This year, the best of times and the worst of times, is quickly coming to a close as summer whispers our name..."come play..." it calls. And I can't wait!
In the blink of an eye, the school year will finish on June 3rd. In the meantime, I have finally moved along on some of those decisions that I held waiting in the ranks while I procrastinated life...
I took a position in my same school district to work with the new Autism program. I will work with students K - 5 whose disability of Autism makes it difficult for them to learn in a typical general education classroom. This population group, in general, cracks me up and keeps me on my toes, so I can't wait to share stories of the funny adventures to come...and yet, I ache to be more excited than I actually am. I miss the days of excitement about my job...those days of "good vs. evil" in the business of "saving the world"...I wouldn't change my path though, not for a million summers (and you KNOW how much I value summer, it is immeasurable in the world of money). I finally signed Kieran up for preschool and set up the babysitting situation for next year. Phew, check those things off the list!
I wouldn't change my path because I am loving that my children are changing MY world. I love that I stay home more days than I work...it allows me to cherish the funny little moments...so let me share a few recent ones:
Kieran and Hazel were playing Play-doh....and I'm really not sure WHY I made this statement, but I actually asked my 3 1/2 year old and my 1 1/2 year old to "try not to squish the colors into each other"...really, Mama? Really?! So, this is what I heard next, out of the mouths of babes...in a song, of course.
"Sometimes we don't listen to our mom. Sometimes we don't listen to our mom" as Kieran tore very little pieces of the green Play-doh and squished them deeply into the red. Check-mate.
I told this story to some of my co-workers. They don't have children. They asked..."well, what did you do?" in sheer shock of my three-year olds obvious defiance.
I answered very simply, "I left the room, of course, so I didn't burst out laughing in front of him!"
In the blink of an eye, my little baby is so grown up.
Here's another Kieran one...
I catch Kieran lying to me every once in a while. Typically, it's the same ordeal, "yes I washed my hands" only to find out he did not. My mom taught me a very important lesson when I was growing up... "never try to trap your children in a lie. If they have done something wrong, don't ask them if they did it, simply state that you KNOW they did it." I have followed this advice to a tee, but what if you don't actually know? Well if you're my son, sometimes you just admit it. And I quote my son from two days ago, "Mama, sometimes I lie to you."
If you are wondering if my sweet baby Hazel is growing up as quickly as her brother, all I can say is that she is growing up TWICE as fast. She wants to wear a helmet and ride a bike, she hangs off the monkey bars, oh yeah, and she likes to run into the bathroom yelling "pee pee potty! pee pee potty!".
Yup, she's 1 1/2 years old. Oh, and don't try to dress her. "I do it!"
Half a blink!
Mother's Day came and went in a blink as well. This Mother's Day I found myself so thankful for my two amazing children and grieving for the one in heaven. On days when I think I'm finally in the clear, done with tears, I am reminded of my humanity and the ups and downs that go along with it. I miss the baby I never held. And I am in awe of how many women go through these same moments...and then journey on to find peace...my Mom is an amazing example of that peace. Mother's Day is a reminder to me that to be a mother is a gift. I am so thankful.
Mother's Day is also a reminder of how, in a blink of an eye, I went from my mother's little girl to having my own. I love you, Mom, and attempt every day to be half the amazingness that you are every single day to all of us.