It snowed on Saturday, and on Sunday I was hot in my light weight hoodie and tee shirt. Ah, spring in Illinois. The weather emulates how I feel lately…. One minute I have my ducks in order, the next is total chaos.
My toddler is turning. I knew it would happen, but this one took still took me by surprise.
I was working several weeks ago when my six year old got home from school, promptly running up to my room to share some news. He was nervous and worried. “Ok, Mom. I have to tell you something bad I said at school today. You have to promise to not get mad.”
I am sure many people watch their children at their activities and think, Wow! Jimmy is so good at basketball, or Sara is so cute when she kicks the soccer ball around. Until this month, I never really had that satisfaction when watching my oldest in any of his activities. I was always anxious at these events.
Is he going to hit someone today, or poke them incessantly until they cry? Is he going to listen to the instructor or get sent out of class for a reset / time out because he is not listening again? Why is he bouncing around like that during swimming class, when no other kid in this crawling-with-children swimming pool is behaving this way? Is he going to lash out, angry that he is unable to focus or keep up….again?
My son lost his first tooth about two months ago. I do not carry cash on me, like, ever.
We were watching the Lego Batman movie tonight and Robin called Batman ‘Padre’. Ryan asked what the word padre meant, and I told him it means ‘father’ or ‘dad’. Ry stands up, saunters into the kitchen and says to Dave, “Yo! Yo, Padre! Can I have my snack please?”
Last night my little dude slept in his crib for the last time.
When I was growing up, the thing I hated most was my Dad when he yelled. He loves us kids, but we were (still are?) a collective pain in the ass at times, I am sure. Overall good kids without many struggles.
Had my Dad been the parent of my two little dudes, he would have possessed a perpetual lost voice, never speaking again.