Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Today is triumphant and wonderful all mixed together. Today 1 ate a whole meal, a whole gerber graduate prepackaged meal. Now you think, what's so wonderful about that? Those of you with your babies that from day one of trying ate a whole jar of green beans, or those of you who have the 6 month old who will lick his lips for cereal. But for me the mother of the picky eater, to the point of needing a blood transfusion due to severe anemia, it is like winning the superbowl. I couldn't believe for the first time ever she opened her mouth for more and more until, to my delite the platter was licked clean as the old rhyme says. My heart swelled, God bless Gerber Graduates Mac n Cheese with applesauce. We have won a battle today, a battle against low iron, she is finally enjoying food. Now, what's for dinner?
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
1 is playing on the floor with a mess of lucky charms, I don't have it in me to worry about it. They vacume up easy enouph. The house is quiet, with school now in. It gives me to much time to think, to much time to worry. What of me now? When the kids are all in school, what of me then. 1 is our last ( and that's a for sure thing) So its time to crack that whip, it's time to decide what will become of me. There is only so much toilet to scrub once they are all in school. But being here is all I've ever known. There is no do over. If I could have babies all my life I would have just to keep from the final decision, wife, mother, circus clown? Anythings possible, the options are endless. WHO AM I? Now 1 is loading up the Barbie Jeep with Lucky Charms, won't 6 be suprised when she gets home. Back to reality
Saturday, August 27, 2005
As long as I can remember I've had it, the Tornado dream. It may accure in a car, or in a house, or maybe the school library. But it's always me running from the tornado. Once it was my sister and I running into a large building. Once it was my other sister and I in a car. Last night it was Husband and 1 lost from me and the other kids. I was in a panic, because I could see the tornado coming closer and closer (I can always see them tornado coming closer and closer) And is he? Then I wake up. What does it all mean. Its rainy and theres a fall chill in the air, maybe its tornado weather.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I love the first day of school. The excitement that surrounds it, the kids in all thier new clothes. The anticipation of wether they will have thier friend of choice in thier class. We always walk the first day. It helps to build the excitement, plus there is never anywhere to park. We walk and the chatter about what they will do, what they are most excited for, what they hope won't happen. I walk 6 to class first, leaving 9 and 11 to fend for themselves. She loves school. It's great to see her so willing to be taught, so eager to be there. She grins to find she gets to sit by a fellow graduate of the afternoon kindergarten class. Love you 6 have a great day, she hugs me, when your in 1st grade it's still okay to hug your mom. On to 9. To my left, open door. He's found a desk, Oh I see you have chose to sit by the red-headed boy, that's okay, the teacher will probably split you up before the weeks over. Pat on the head, Good-bye son, have a great day. See you after school. That wasn't so bad. I hope 9 has a great school year. Now down the hall. Not a parent in sight, don't parents say goodbye to thier 6th graders. Do I dare go in and say goodbye risking the chance of embaressing 11. Heck yes I dare. Goodbye my boy, come give mommy a hug, no that's a bit much. But I did go in, and I waved and I said have a great day. Because He will always know if nothing else, I love him. So home to an empty house, but not quite, because I still have 1 to keep me company, and what a great day we had just 1 and I smiling and playing with no interuptions. Then when the day is over, we parade home, 6, 9, and 11 bubbling about thier day. My Teacher is nice, The naughty kid is in my class, My teacher said if we're bad she'll hang us by our eyeballs, I have P.E. tommorow, do I have to take choir this year? And it begins and I love every second of it.