My Mom is up for a couple of days. We've come a long way my Mom and I. There was a time when I didn't want to be around her, hear from her, let alone have her in my house. Now I find I wish my Mom lived walking distance from my house. I wish she was closer than a phone call and available for shopping/lunch/talks whatever on a regular basis. Funny how life is.
I have often been asked after the childhood that I had how I am the person I am and how it is that I even speak to my Dad. I don't have a solid answer for the first. I am the person I am based on the choices and mind-set that I have. I choose to enjoy life. I refuse to blame my failures on my parents. The mistakes I make as an adult are no one else's fault but my own. Those who believe otherwise live in a cop-out world and are week in person.
I chose to forgive my Dad but the strongest thing he did was to apologize to me. He came to me, in person, and apologized for the way I had been raised. I didn't bring it up to him and we weren't even discussing the subject. It kind up came up out of thin air. Even though I had forgiven him, there was still a great release inside me. I say this to remind us that sometimes the wrong we do other people not only deserves the apology, but is often needed to complete healing and allow both people closure.
Yesterday my precious girls started school. Can Doog-Boog truly be in 6th grade already? Wowo how time flies! Just yesterday she was two and so excited over a dress I had made her. Now she's taller than me (thank you God) and much more calm in person than I would have expected (remember she was two yesterday). She's such a joy. I'm so proud she's my daughter. Motherhood is nothing like I thought it would be. Which is a good thing. My kids are like my friends till they need to be corrected. Then I feel like the guard at the penetentiary.
Doog-Boog was so excited about her first day but come to find out when she got home it wasn't all it cracked up to be. Her best friend is now being home-schooled (there's a woman made of steel. She's got 4 of her own), another friend moved and I think the pressures of having to get from one room to another in a particular amount of time was a little stressful. I would guess she will have a better handle on things by the end of the week.
She was stretched out in the reclyiner doing homework after school and I thought, with excitement, 'that's my kid!' All beautiful with flowing hair. She has her Nana's (my mom) face, HA! And coloring! (for those of you who aren't family reading this, my mom is a natural red head) Mother Nature is becoming more insistant on making her a woman so she's starting to get a bit of shape to her. The timing on this Mother Nature and I don't agree much on. I think she should take shape, oh, around 16 or so. Not 11!
And she's quiet the helper. Last week while I was at work she was doing not just her chores, but she did a few extras that were never mentioned. Just to help, she says. Wow, what a help it was too. It's really hard to correct her or get on her for something she forgets to do when she does extra with no outside incentive. What a .......what do I put here? I can't very well call her a child? She's not a woman yet.......what a gal!
B-Bug took to her first day of school as well. She's all got her outfit laid out. Skirt, lacy shirt, .... and flip flops. Hahaha! That's my girl! She came home knowing all the new kids' names in her class. Everyone got a new haircut last week, (God was good when He guided my hands, now if He had only done the same for my own hair) so she's got this blonde hair with body in it, sparkling sky-blue eyes and perky personality heading off to conquor the 4rth grade.
Of everyone, she tans the best so you know she's got that from swimming the day before. B-Bug is at the stage where she wants to shower every day. Whew! Cause it was a fight with her sister at that age. Being the premadonna she is, she
can't stink!! Heaven's no! She's wanting me to let her shave her legs, put on makeup, perm her hair. Now common a bit! There's NOOOOOO way I'm allowing one so young to do that yet. 'But Mom, all the other cheerleaders are."
So if everyone is allowed to get pg, should I let you? - no, not a good analogy. I come up with this brillant retort, "I'm not every other cheerleaders Mother either." Yeah, I bombed.
Dink. Ah the precious Dink. Dink goes off the diving board for the first time and does a 1 1/2 flip. No kidding. Her first plunge from the board was a 1 1/2 flip. I was so proud. I was amazed. I was embarrassed that I don't have the same courage any longer. (the higher the weight, the harder you smack that water) She's the skinny minny of the group so when we are buying clothes she's still in a size 5 (sometimes 4) and she loves it.
Dink loves to be around me and it's so adorable when you whisper in her ear she's so "perrty"
cause her eyes light up and she starts to glow. As smart as she is, she's so shy. Not to be mistaken as a doormat mind you, cuase she has no trouble telling the truth to the little at school who thinks she's something cause she's a spoiled brat. And she likes to pick on my child. Makes me wanna go to school and kick her tail pipe.
Dink is the one with waters that run deep. I'm excited to see what she will choose as her path in life. Doog Boog mentions she wants to be a Dr. B-Bug wants to be an Actress/Model, and Dink wants to work at Walmart. Hahahaha! She also wants to be a Dr. Doog-Boog said last night she wants to go to Harvard. That won't be difficult for her if she learns how to study. She's got the mind for it - no doubt about it. (note to self: call investor)
And Bubs. Bubs has learned to count to three and jump off things. No matter that there's nothing other than the floor to land face first on, he leaps. He will now take you by the hand and chatter away while he drags you down the hall way, shoves you to the floor, opens the freezer door to take out an icecube, beat the remaining ingredients with his ball bat and then quickly close it at Mom's high pitched yell.
He gets so excited when I come home. How much more precious can he be when his face lights up at the very sight of me. He squeals and then grabs me tightly. Awwwwwwww........... Yesterday I was driving him to find he and Nana walking down the road. She puts him to the window and he's chanting "Mama, Mama, Mama" while he climbs through the window. He sqeezes my neck, lays his head on my shoulder, then turns around, takes control of the wheels and waves 'bye' to Nana. What a card. He knows he rules his world.
D is at convention now in Goshen. I miss him terribly. He called me at work yesterday. How does the sound of one's voice make my heart leap in such a manner? My whole day was perfect after that.
He tells me he was in meetings all day (and will be all week- such is convention) so he didn't have time for lunch. When I'm there for the week, I steal him away from everyone long enough to get something to eat and then he goes back to the grind stone. Poor baby.
It's times like these I'm glad Mom and the girls are there because then I have something to distract me from the 'blah' that I go into when he's not home. Regardless, I'm leaving here Thursday eve to join him. The girls were upset that they couldn't be there all week, but they weren't willing to give up the first week of school either. Who can blame them?
The neat thing is that when he calls there's always someone there taking the phone away, demanding to know why I'm not there yet. Hahaha, and the practical jokes i'm missing out on! Man! What a group of people. D said the attorney for the group was upset that he was leaving the day I was coming in. Awwwww...........I guess there was a table of 10 demanding the phone from him when he called me. Now that makes one feel loved.
Anyway, I'm off here and back to work. Love what I do, love seeing the birds on the feeder when I walk in and who can be upset at having thier own space, KLove blaring through the speakers?
