I must say, the first week of Kindergarten has been a bit tough on the big guy. He was so excited to start. It never entered my mind that school would not be fabulous for him. All in all I would say he loves it. At least likes it. He hates to leave. He is sad that he doesn't have any friends. I am sad that kids can be so cruel. Conner is such a sweet hearted, innocent boy. I thought that was a good thing. Sadly he is a little naive. Everyday seems to get just a little bit better for him. He is a very smart little boy. He just needs to figure out how to use that. We adore him and we love his teacher, Mrs. Broderick.
I breaks my heart every day to read stories like this, mom leaves infant hot car, mom murders infant, mom microwaves baby? How on earth do thoughts like this even enter the mind? As a mom of two boys, two very busy boys that love to use my every last nerve as a trampoline, I could not even consider such actions. Yet, you hear about this almost every day. My life is no bag of cherries, especially not right now, but it takes so little to love a child. "...it starts with a smile, and after a while, a hug and a kiss it takes no more than this, to love a child."
So many people are willing to give love to others, if you aren't willing to love your child then give someone else the chance to.
Tomorrow is the big day. My five year old will walk off into the big big world and never look back. He has no clue if we are sending him to school or if we are sending him off to go work in a sweat house. All he knows is what he knows. We hope as parents the other kids will like him, he won't pee his pants, he won't be the one that makes fun of others or gets made fun of. But as the mom, I have no idea what it is he will take with him to school. It took me a full 45 minutes this morning to fill out the mountain of paperwork given to me by his teacher on the day we met her for his first assessment. But when I got to the very last page (strategically placed I am sure), I began to sob. And here is why:
The First Day I gave you a little wink and smile As you entered my room today For I know how hard it is to leave And know your child must stay. You've been with him for five years now And have been a loving guide But now, alas, the time has come To leave him at my side. Just know that as you drive away And tears down your cheek may flow I'll love him as I would my own And help him learn and grow. For as a parent, I too know How quickly the years do pass And one day not long ago it was my turn To take my child to class. So please put your mind at ease And cry those tease no more For I will love him and take him in When you leave him at my door.
Love, Mrs. Broderick
(poem written by Jamie Solley)
So tomorrow off he will go. Am I ready? No way. Do I need to push him out of the nest. Yes, you betcha! Good luck my baby boy! I love you!
Ok, so I set up poster paper and grabbed the finger paints and giant stamps. The day was gorgeous. Let's take off our shoes and socks and finger paint, stamp and have some fun!!! Now, I could tell those boys were just itchin' to get paint on mom. I did have on a white shirt and they certainly know better. So........ I threw the first paint and oooooh boy what fun we had. Talk about crazy pain flying everywhere. It was a blast. When it was over, I stripped them down and hosed them off then off to the showers. Ahhhhhhh, summer fun.
What a special day for such a special boy. He did great! Kids all around him were screaming bloody murder and having to be peeled from their parents. Not Evan. He dropped my hand and said, "See ya, mom". In the door he went and I did not see him again. For a moment I felt a bit slighted, but he is growing up. He loves Mrs. Butterfield. Sadly, school is not often enough or long enough for him. He wants more.
Never give your children toy instrument recorders, despite them being identical is form, color and pitch.
They will argue over who can play the loudest and longest
truly it is the parents who suffer
and in this case that is me.
I hear my bathtub calling my name and my friends White wine and Vicodin are there too........ Follow the light..... yes... yes... follow the light........ Oh wait.... Xanax is making it a race. RUN RUN RUN
So pleasant so beautiful I can see it... I can smell the lavendar...... sweet sweet ...
GOD DAMMIT who left a SpiderMan on the stairs for mommy to fall on??? UGH QUIET !! Don't blow those so loud. You are giving mom a headache!!! YOU JUST ATE! Yes I love you both soooo much but you are KILLING MOMMY
Michael and I have been married close to 14 years. We have two beautiful little boys age 6 and 8. We CHOSE to move from Westlake Village, CA to Draper, UT so Michael could become a stay at home dad. Now despite how things read we adore each other and our kids. No we do not say the F-word in front of them. We are good loving parents. However, our life is funny as hell. To us, that is. I am a former actress and Michael well, he is just a nut job in Greek packaging. Enjoy!