Thumbelina & her pal Smiley along with Nacho and Rappa. You're never too old to play dress ups.
Sometimes, no matter what I do, people don't like me. I just have to accept this as a fact and keep going, realizing that nothing I could ever do will change their minds.
At least, I have to try.
No matter how many kids we have our home will eventually be back to where it started - with just the two of us. I just have to hope I've done all I can to make them want to come back.
But just to visit.
On the days when the kids think I'm the lamest/meanest/dumbest/most controlling mom ever and show me how they feel in what they do and say I just need to remember that they usually say they're sorry. 'This too shall pass' is something I say to myself in my head all the time.
But sometimes it doesn't pass. And I wish I could stop taking it personally.
I'm pretty sure that when I say "get your jobs done" my kids somehow hear it as, "go do something that will create a huge mess in your room" or "ignore me right now". But when I say something like "who wants a cookie?" or try to discreetly open a package of Darkside Skittles or a Chocolove wrapper they hear me with supersonic clarity. Even when I'm inside my closet, inside my bedroom, with both doors closed.
When I run into my older kids' friends at the store, I'm never sure of what to do. I always want to say hi and ask how they're doing but sometimes I'll make eye contact with one and they'll look away with such force that I worry about being "that mom". You know the one.
Actually, I usually just try to say hello anyway. If they have a problem with their friends' mom saying hi or talking to them then they can deal with it. Usually they're very kind about it.
What I'd really like to do is suddenly break out in song, dance or air guitar when they try to ignore me. Because I kind of want to be that mom.
I am SO in love with the idea of doing away with "graduation" ceremonies from kindergarten, 6th grade and 8th grade! I would like to publicly thank All-a-Boy's middle school for putting an end to this 8th grade tradition a few years ago.
Don't get me wrong - it's super cute to watch the kindergartners sing songs about Jell-o and recite poems about what they learned over the year, but I can get the same performance in my living room without trying to catch video and take pictures of my child over the heads of the 20 people sitting in front of me.
This year I had kids graduating from high school, 8th grade (no ceremony!), 6th grade AND kindergarten. I love them all and I am proud of them all. But I don't need a ceremony to prove it. However, I still attended all of the ceremonies because I am a good mom and that is what good moms do.
Kind of like how I go to parent teacher conferences just to hear how awesome my kids are.
I've figured out a trend in my life. Whenever I want to cut my hair short it is typically when I am frustrated or depressed about something. I have never liked the way my hair has looked when it was short but I think it's been an outward expression of my inner temperament.
I am glad to have figured this out about myself before I went drastically short, like as short as it was the month my dad died 12 years ago. I have now decided to grow my hair out until I'm completely gray. Then I will rock a curly pixie cut. If there is such a thing.
I'm going to be brave in the way I live my life this summer (but not with my hair). I was inspired by this song, thanks to the heads up from Thumbelina's friend Smiley. (She's in the picture up top. I love you Smiley!)
Dance-walking, anyone? (You probably don't think I'm serious but I totally am. Early mornings in my neighborhood are a great time for dance-walking and I'd love to prove it to you by having your company.)
I am suddenly overly-sensitive to fresh pineapple. This makes me sad because I love fresh pineapple. But I could live the rest of my life without experiencing what I'm still experiencing as a result of what it did to my mouth last week. Ouch!
I have so many plans in the works for this summer. By "in the works" I really mean "in my head" but I'm hoping to see a few of them come to fruition. Especially the awesome ones. I'll definitely be writing about a couple of them when they happen.
My oldest boy sent me pictures last week and I can not even tell you what joy it brings me to see his smiling face serving the good people down in Texas.
Happy summer y'all!