Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Graduate


Today my oldest baby graduates from Kindergarten. In four days he turns six. I'm looking at this little man, in his polo and khaki shorts, and wondering what happened? When did he get so big? Sometimes I feel like Mike and I have missed out on watching him grow because we've been so busy tending to our other three children. Somewhere in the middle of poopy diapers and 3 a.m. feedings Lincoln learned how to read. While I was mushing bananas he learned how to ride a bike and while I was folding laundry he began counting to 100. What happened? I can remember the big milestones but what about the little ones? A few years ago my friend Kimberly gave me a book titled Let Me Hold You Longer by Karen Kingsbury. It's about a mom who is watching her son grow and the whole book she wonders if she'll recognize all of his "last's". And I find myself wondering if I will recognize them as well. The last time he sneaks into bed for a snuggle, the last time he holds my hand in the grocery store, the last time he needs me to kiss an owie...the list goes on. I really hope I can start doing a better job of savoring each moment with him because the last's seem to pile up so quickly!
I'm so proud of Lincoln. He really blossomed in school this year. As much as I hate to admit it I think getting out of the house and having a purpose for the day was good for him. He really loved school and I know he's looking forward to going "all day" in first grade. And I know he'll do well. It has been a tough transition for me, sending him to school and admitting that he is growing up. I know it is inevitable but I still see that squirelly little 6 pound 13 ounce baby when I look at him. I love you Linc. Good job this year.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Whadya Say?

Proverbs 21:23 "A person who is careful about what he says keeps himself out of trouble."
This was the theme verse in the little devotional book I use for the kids. The little story that goes with it talks about saying kind things and being nice. It's perfect for kids. We read this during breakfast, and then after naps that day Judah was playing outside. He came back in after a few minutes all red and sweaty and says, "Mom. I'm so freaking hot." (Although with his little speech difficulty it sounded more like "oh wee-ing ot" but I knew what he meant.) I laughed because it really did strike me as funny. It must have been the next day that my sister called me and was talking about a situation with her in-laws when she dropped an f-bomb. It took me by surprise since I don't hear it very often, but it didn't surprise me that she spoke that way. It's just the way she talks, although generally she tries to be more careful when she's talking to me. What really upset me was that she was talking that way in front of her children. What upset me even more than that was what she said to justify what she was saying..." I just can't think of any other way to say this except for ... "
These two incidents got me to thinking about how I talk in front of my children, as well as away from them. Why was I ok with my son using the word "freaking" to describe things, but so appalled when my sister used the other "f" word? I began to wonder how often I must use 'freaking' in conversation. It's a lot. And if he has picked up on that, what other things am I saying that he is going to repeat?
I've already had an experience, with Lincoln, where he repeated something I specifically told him should "stay at home". We had been discussing some family friends and he had questions, that I felt should be answered honestly, but I also didn't feel like our conversation should be repeated back to them. Of course, only days later, his Sunday school teacher pulls me aside to let me know that he repeated, pretty much verbatim, everything he was told not to say. What should I expect? He's just a kid...a little kid. And, when he heard me repeating the same information to my husband, my mom, my sister, and my other friend, and probably posting it on facebook, I'm pretty sure he got the impression that when mom says "don't talk about it", she doesn't really mean it. (Um...oops.)
I wonder when I'll get it. My kids are paying attention to what I say. My children are learning from me, on a daily basis, how to talk to others and how to treat them. My sister did send a text awhile later that apologized for her foul language. She reminded me that she isn't perfect. I, oh so gently and motherly, reminded her that it's not about perfection. It's about being aware and being careful. And then I reminded myself. Be aware. Be careful. It's good to keep out of trouble.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Sibling Torture

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The kids torture their poor little brother. But it was pretty funny I have to admit. No one was crying, so I have to count my blessings. 

Needs a Break

I realize my last post is all about how much I love motherhood. And yet...
This morning my facebook status was "seriously needs a break". And I do. Seriously. And one of my friends told me I should write a book, so that all the mothers who are hiding from their kids in the bathroom will have something to read. She's not the first person to say that to me. It makes me wonder if I really should start blogging more. Maybe people think I have something to say? I don't really feel like I have that much to offer - maybe some comic relief every once in awhile - but I think I really truly want to start writing more. I don't think I'm going to write a book. I don't have the energy. But, I can find a few minutes every day to blog. I'm so high tech.
So I'll get to it. But first I have to go hide in the bathroom. Because I really truly need a break. And because Mike put the air conditioner in our bedroom today, so the Master bed/bath is the nicest room in the house. I also need some lunch...