Yeah…that would be kindergarten shopping that she’s all focused about. That backpack modeling? I have more just like that. She wanted a picture of each of her top choices so that she could see how it looked. I’ve had to hide it because she’s itching to use it already. These next 3 weeks just can’t go by fast enough for her, I think. 3 weeks from today. Time needs to slow down. We’re still sleeping in until 8:00 in the mornings. Got to get out of that mode real quick here….
She’s ready. Tonight she had a teensy bit of a meltdown about being worried about making friends. I told her that something that I have always been amazed and proud of her is that she can make friends so easily and that she always seeks out those who seem to not have a lot of friends. She said that it had been a while since she’s had to do that so now she’s worried she doesn’t remember. How easily she forgets about all the instant friends she makes in play areas. Just the other day she came to the table and said “I’m waiting for my new friend. She has to eat her food, so I’m going to wait for her so we can go back and play.” When I asked her what her name was, she replied “I think it’s Feather.” Feather? “Or Leather” Leather? Um, maybe it’s Heather. “Hmmm…I really think it’s Feather. (A little later she comes back and says “Yep, it’s Heather.”) I assured her she would be great at finding friends and that it would be fun. Then she cried a bit more about missing the house. It was a very dramatic night, as you can tell.
But other than that, I think she’s excited. And just in the past few weeks she’s been making some really good, wise decisions and asking some solid questions. She’s making choices that make sense in the long run and not just for immediate gratification. She’s being really helpful and caring. She picked a nice backpack that none of us will get tired of quickly instead of the light up obnoxious one that she was almost drawn to (phew, so glad…she touched it but then said, um no…that wouldn’t be good….). She needs to stop or she’ll think she’s going to college in 3 weeks.
You know who probably isn’t ready for all of this?
This little guy.
(I also have a ton more of those pictures on my phone).
He loves his sister and he is not going to be happy when he realizes he’s stuck with me most of the time. He’s growing up too: just today, he started saying her name right again. For the past couple of months she’s always been Mium. Today, she was Mi – A (apparently, we’ve been overemphasizing it a tiny bit in an effort to help him say it right).
We’ll both miss her and little brother will be waiting in the car line ready to show her his newest silly trick of the day, I’m sure.
You must have read the panic/frustration/despair in Friday’s post and said a prayer. Thank you for that. Really. Since then we have had two showings.
Feels good to know that something could happen…better than just sitting here staring at the dust collecting on the top of the coffee table. I won’t miss the rush of getting a house ready for a showing though. No matter how much time I have, I’m always running at the end. Saturday’s was fun…getting in the car to go to church and a real estate agent pulls into our driveway with a client. 5 minutes. We had 5 minutes to get the house semi-show ready. Seriously. Not going to miss it.
I don’t think the kids will miss it either. They’ve developed a Pavlovian response to the words “we have a showing.” They both start spazzing out, their bodies in perpetual movement but going nowhere, like chickens with their heads cut off. It’s funny. It probably shouldn’t be funny – they’re likely scarred – but it’s funny.
A few months from now, I’m hoping these past 7 months will feel like that…we may have a few scars from the whole deal…but we’ll look back and see the good in it all. And we’ll chuckle and see how silly it was that we worried about stuff as much as we (I) did.
It’s been a long week. The kids had day camp this week so we were gone everyday for most, if not all, of the day so I was looking forward to being home today. No plans, other than to rest and catch up on laundry and house chores – this house is still for sale so I should keep it semi ready.
So this morning I drank my coffee and made my list for the day. One of the things on it was to update the blog (with Colorado pictures). Well, that was before we had the day we had.
Everybody’s alive and healthy so that’s good. It was definitely one of those hard parenting days. You know, this whole parenting gig would be easier if we gave them everything they always wanted or let them be lazy, non-contributing members of this family who can say whatever they want in whatever tone they want. I’ve heard that’s a poor long-term strategy though, so I guess that means hard days like today. At one point they were both crying wanting daddy…I just took it as a compliment that I was doing my job well as a mother at that moment in the day. Can’t be their best friend all the time, right? Let’s just say I’m glad Dad did come home and everybody was in a better mood by the time they went to bed. We’ll try again tomorrow.
And I’ll try to be better about updating. This summer has just been one of those that has thrown all routine and consistency out for us. Between trying to sell this house – and figure out what to do next (especially about Mia and Kindergarten) – going on trips, fun summer activities, and having family around so much – all of which are so great…well, except for selling the house…blogging just hasn’t happened. Hopefully I’ll get better and sitting down and recording all that’s happened, because I feel like life is zooming past me and I need to take the time to record it. And process it.
Mia starts school exactly one month from today. I’ve heard there’s crying on that first day. Well, I’ve already cried so much about that child and school because this whole house thing has thrown everything up in the air that I’ll probably just be so excited that she’s finally registered somewhere and actually has a classroom. Ugh…this summer has not been good for me as a mom with a planner’s personality. Or, it has been good. Ask me when she’s graduated high school.
Until then, we’ll just go one step at a time, one day at a time.