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Saturday, May 7, 2016

Maeve's Advice and Doings

Maeve is, lately, in the habit of giving out advice. Not specific advice targeted to me, or anyone, specifically, but just sort of general aphorisms. She often bases them on television shows, books, or songs. Yesterday, she said to me, Mom, you know, it's good advice not to pave paradise and put up a parking lot. I mused on her words and told her I wholeheartedly agreed. But I did feel a little giggle inside.

Here it is, almost Mother's day, and I've put my usual stipulation in place, that I will not do any cooking on Sunday. But also this year I'm taking a day off my usual duties at church. So Sunday will be truly 100% restful for me! Daddy has even offered to make a new dinner tomorrow night and I can't wait to see what it will be!

Maeve has been singing a little song, lately, which she informs me will be sung by all the children at Kindergarten graduation. So, be prepared for me to bring a whole box of kleenex to her graduation in a few weeks. I am going to cry like a mother, which is to say, a lot, but with a smile on my face.

Having a snack at the park

Some of us get a little silly...

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Six!

This weekend, my itty bitty baby is going to turn six. Six! And we're of course going hog wild with a Pokemon/Bubble party on Saturday and planning many fun activities to celebrate.

But how did she get to be six? I swear that just a few days ago she looked like this.







Well, I guess we got here one year at a time. But Oh my goodness, that little face. I've loved it every day, and every day it changes! Now she's over four feet tall, can do so many new things that I lose track, and reads like a champion! I am constantly challenged and amazed by her, and she makes me laugh all the time. No adventure in my life comes close to taking care of this nutty little sweetheart.

Monday, April 4, 2016

It's Like a New Job

I was recently speaking to my pastor about how hard parenting has been for me, and I told her, "It's been like not knowing whether or not I'm starting a new job, with an entirely new set of skills and expectations, every day. I may have to start completely over, or it may be nearly the same job as yesterday. It's the not knowing that gets me."

And it's such a good metaphor. For example, on Saturday, I had my husband's help getting my new bike set up; the seat adjusted, etc. Once it was ready to go, I invited my daughter to ride with me. She was on her scooter, I was on my bike, and we enjoyed breezing along together.

Until she started shrieking in terror. She hopped off her scooter and clung to me, screaming. And I'm racking my brain, what could have set her off? She didn't fall...

Turns out it was flies. Tiny, itty bitty spring flies. She's now afraid of them. She wasn't last week, but now she is, and now my spring and summer are going to be, well, more interesting.

And so now my job description includes being on the lookout for, and protecting my daughter from tiny flies. Along with everything else.

Also? Now bedtime has become a huge war again. It's my fault. I told one of her doctors that bedtime had been going much better lately. Oh Lord. When will I learn not to speak of my child's positive sleep habits? It's the worst jinx.

So, that's my life at the moment. But on the upside? I have a new bike. Pretty sweet.


Saturday, March 26, 2016

As She Grows

One thing that's a challenge about having a growing, elementary-aged kiddo is that she is getting bigger and stronger all the time. Things I sometimes think are totally beyond her are actually not hard for her at all. It's hard to grow my ideas about her as quickly as she herself is growing.

For example, on our recent vacation, we took a break at a rest stop that had an empty train car for kids to play in. She quickly shimmied up the ladder and before I could even caution her not to, she jumped across the raised area of the car from one side to the other, effortlessly. So I shrugged and let her go at it. There was a pole about five feet off the ground from which she was swinging, and just as I asked her if she wanted help down, she swung once, twice, three times, and jumped, landing on her feet.

I realized I had to adjust my ideas of what she's capable of. And that applies to more than climbing around like a monkey.

She also reads better than I think she does, and is growing by leaps and bounds in that area. She can solve math problems in ways I never imagined. This is not to say that homework and school are not giant struggles, they still are, but once she gets to what she's doing, she amazes me.

I never want to be the mother that underestimates her daughter, but it's easy to do, considering she is growing and changing all the time! I just have to remember that I really have no idea what she's capable of. And that's an amazing thing!


Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Stories

You may have noticed a serious slowdown in my posts on this page, and you might think it's because now that Maeve is in school, I have less time for this. Maybe you know I'm spending a lot of time working for different committees at my church, and have taken on a part time work-from-home position for a friend's life coaching company. And that's all a part of it.

But the truth is, now that my daughter is older, these aren't my stories anymore. They're hers. And I don't feel like I necessarily have the right to tell her stories anymore. Even when I write about how I'm feeling about these parenting moments, my story is so bound up with hers that I don't know how to tell my story without telling hers.

Anyway, I'm trying to find the balance with what I want to share, with what's fair to talk about and what's just not mine. There are big changes coming to us this year, with a new school in the fall and friends moving away this spring. I am struggling with a lot of things, and celebrating others, and I'm sorry that I don't write here as much anymore.

Please know that I have loved writing here, and I will still do so, when the moment is right. And thank you for your patience, and for sticking with me all these years.

 - Maeve's Momma