Don't we all know that kids are constantly changing. It's like we parent 10 different individuals from their birth to I'm guessing highschool graduation. And being me, I grieve when they metamorph yet again into a new person. I just know I won't remember a certain word they said a certain way for 2 years, or a squeaky cute voice or a round face or squishy belly etc Etc - so I try to write about their milestones here....
Daphne. Man she has probably changed the most being the oldest in the throws of adolescence and all. She used to be this confident, spirited, lead the other kids kind of girl. And now she sits in the suburban every morning with angst all over her sweet face just trying so hard to open the door and walk through the crowd of her giggling peers to the school doors. She's learning a tapping method in counseling to help with her anxiety but she says she can't do it in school and I'm seriously considering home schooling the rest of the year.... (Ok honey- not really!) I mean she is too sweet to have to deal with such anxiety. At home she is always doing handstands, hiding in her room watching you tube videos of child sensations or Once Upon a Time. She will do any chore I ask of her - including taking care of her little brother a lot. They share a room in fact... I could go on and on but she is also an undiscovered beauty. Her skin, her hair, her choice of clothes---she makes me smile!
Maisie Jo- I've never been anything but honest here in my own little writing space. So here it is- if God gave me Daphne to highlight my strengths then he gave me Maisie to remind me of my weaknesses. And not because my sweet girl is weak - nope- because I am! She rises early ready to go and face each day with a lot of energy. She is smart and right at the top of her class in academics. Her battle of the books team recently made it to state and she read 16 books to help her team be so strong. She was awarded the lead in her school play of the Jungle Book and had a sweet little solo along with all of her lines! She continues in soccer and has added dance. It seems what she takes on she is beautiful at....and so much more confident than when she was little and wanted to hold onto my legs in new situations. I just know and wish I could be more structured for her because she thrives on a schedule and organization and systems. Those things I suck at---I've recently (finally) got her making her own lunch and laying out her outfit at night and that is helping a lot. Hopefully she will make me into a better person through it all. I know she has me beat in talent and motivation! Maisie if you ever read this particular post - know that you are the light of my eye and the one I pray for the most! You are such a bright shining star!
Ruby Roo- is 8 and should be 1 if I had my choice. Third borns deserve more and should be the babies but in this family this one has had to fend for herself a lot. We are grooming an athlete in Ruby. She loves soccer and basketball and I have to admit, I thought Maisie was gonna take after Mike in athletics most but Ruby is a scrappy girl. She wants to be a runner, a basketball star and can now be seen coaching her soccer teammates. I absolutely love dreaming about this girls strong physique and attitude! She rocks. Besides sports- she has become one of the best readers in her class and really loves to draw! She doesn't like to wake in the am so I think we are kindred spirits of dream world... If Ruby is your friend you are lucky- she knows how to love!! I hope I can give back to her any lost years of snuggles soon. She deserves them all!
Henry- how can I snapshot Henry at four?! He's busy. He's a complete mamas boy! He loves the outdoors and anything that moves. He still loves animals- especially dogs. He has a stutter and a few sounds that a speech therapist will be helping him with soon! He says funny things all the live long day.. And his best friends are Ollie, Kort, Harper, Luke and Grandpa Mike! He loves chili and bean burritos the most- hot dogs and anything juice second. And he'd rather be with me than probably anyone which makes me smile. I won't lie - he exhausts me because he's fast, Sly and doesn't like riding in the car which we do a lot! But he has my heart. I think he'll be my baby forever. Dear Henry- don't grow up! I love you soooooooo much.
Him and Mike and Grandma Pam recently did Disneyland- he loved it!!!!! What a life we are blessed with.
Anymore I don't take conversations with anyone for granted. The other day I got some special 1-1 with my Grandmother (well Henry was along making background noises) and I couldn't help but be in awe of her mind. Seems an ironic thought but she's 20 years my moms senior and yet I can have full wonderful back and forths about life with Grandma still and not my mother. She's my last living grandparent and also a connection to my parents and my childhood and I love that she allows me access to all that history in a heartbeat.
Mom and Dad - or at least mom, were around for my sister's and brother's and my beginnings of parenthood. For the births, the baby has a high temp call in the middle of the night, diaper changes, toddler antics, slobbery kisses, sand in the mouth at the beach, zoo trips, notes in picture books purchased and quite a few phone calls about "can you come I need a break now!".... And yet things are changing with our kids now and it's left me wondering.
When a certain child pouts about their chores, would I have called one of them and said "I'm sorry for every time I didn't want to help out- I should have more and I finally get it"
When one has an attitude reeking with teenage hormones would I have called or texted and said "mom, how often was I snarky with you and did you roll your eyes and swear at me in private?!"
When finances and future orthodonture bills loom heavy, would I have called Dad and said "man this is a huge injustice- $6000 dollars for braces!!!! Can you believe it?"
When a child sings like a bird, and one strokes a piano effortlessly, when one wins his basketball tournament, and another a reading contest....I wonder what their response would be? And I wish I could ask what moments made them most proud of me? But mostly I want THEIR eyes and ears in the audience still!
There's so much I want to say thank you for that I'm just NOW understanding fully and I know all my life that will continue. Parenting is rough and I know I didn't fully appreciate them. Especially my dad who worked a job he never loved all his career just to take us to the beach and send us to the colleges of our choosing. What a grind. I know I would be coming into a new stage in our relationship about now and I'm left with my thoughts and reflections instead of a line of connection with them.
Left wishing and wondering about many unsaid conversations and also Heaven. And sad that all this grief has left me less joyful and faithful in some things. But then again don't we all have our junk that pushes us into adulthood a little more calloused?
So for now I'll hold onto a memory from last night- her smile and the fact that when we walked down the candy aisle last night looking for Easter chocolate crosses - she grabbed a bunny and said "this is candy - I need it!" That makes me laugh. Not my mom I knew but she's happy. I'll have to just take happy.
"Hey mom, and dad you worked really hard- you deserved more and I wonder if you know I miss you?!"
Yesterday I took Daphne doodle shopping for some new clothes for our trip to Palm Springs this week.
The $1.oo section made my creative side so happy. Their spring stuff is so stinkin fun. Daph was annoyed but I had to see every little thing. They have all kinds of pastel straws that almost make me want to have a party. (Almost). There are cute little banners and wrapping stuff and little wooden storage containers.
I almost went crazy. But I walked away with a frugal "Happy" banner, the prettiest yellow wrap, and little decorative tags.
One of you is going to get a little something in the mail soon toooooooo.
I love Easter and thankful that my somewhat dormant creative side got re-sparked yesterday !
I read this at one of my favorite blogs this am while my house sleeps. Okay except my driven husband who's at crossfit and my pup who follows me everywhere.
My life is up in the air for sure. More now than ever before. There's no "next I go to college", or next I get a job, and next we start a family.....so many things lay unknown. A big pretty house standing empty still after 4 years -- waiting for the bank to release it so we can be freed to move on from that ugly date on the calendar called bankruptcy.
A home to own again- one that will determine where our kids actually belong in a school boundary.
A mama waiting to go to heaven. Even yesterday I realized I can't leave my cell phone to go to church because I missed so many calls saying she needed stitches.... What will the end be like for her?
Will there be money for college? Will the growing pains subside and these kids fly with confidence away from this nest- me assured I did my best.
And yet I'm reminded by Ann voskamp - that this life is lived up in the air- where God is doing the battle for me. I can rest.
I'm getting better at it too. Better at letting others help and raise my kids along side me. Better at letting this world go and looking towards the eternal. Oh yes, it's a daily pulling myself back.
But today this woman is reminding me to pray more. Funny that I prayed more when things were more certain and when life got confusing I tried to lasso it all back in with my own power.
This am I close this post with prayer...prayer for all the unknowns but also thanksgiving for the most KNOWN of all. Thankful for this life He gave me. All.of.it!
When we moved, Mike and I found a box of our old CDs still packed from a previous move. I've been listening to Alabama's greatest hits and the lyrics in this particular song are so much more powerful to me than my days in college years ago....(many years ago- yikes)
Life ain't all that easy, I can testify to that.
Been up and down, and round and round,
To get to where I'm at....
We're only here for awhile, so why not smile, hey livin' ain't all that bad. So....
Give me one more shot.
I'll give it all I got.
Let me open my eyes to a new sunrise I pray.
Give me one more chance.
I'll learn to dance the dance.
I'm satisfied, just being alive-
Give me one more day.
So many times in the last 5 years I've caught myself feeling bad for myself for things that have happened to me, to Mike and to my extended family. The emotions are layered and complex and I guess I'm the end there's been a lot of anger for someone that doesn't get mad very easily.
But I love this song and how it reminds me that life is short, and how I yearn to master the important things while I'm here.
If you are wondering about my blog title - well, I was born in May, and my husband used to always call me flower in our "early days". I used to recite by memory Flower's famous speech in Bambi...
Besides that - I've got plenty to muse about...glad to finally have an outlet for my tales!