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October 19, 2005

thinking, imagine that

shooting star

Lately things have been going very well. Freakishly well. I went through a hard time over the summer. Sad and lonely is really nothing new among the mommy set. That doesn't make it any easier when you're going through it.

Now though, now i'm happy. I've hit one of those mom-strides. Play-doh, park, hide and seek - hurray! Perhaps, part of it is that lots of other mothers in British Columbia are suffering through a teachers strike. No school = no fun. I see that connection to my unhappiness in the summer. It's hard to keep school aged children entertained all the time and it's hard to justify putting them in summer camps and activities when you're a stay-at-home. I have the luxury of having my children in a private school. No strike here. I feel guilty as we drive by the picket lines and we wave sheepishly as we are on our way to school.

As i digress... I'm happy. Parker is so darn cute right now - Eliza too. It's easy to have fun when your subjects are just happy to be in your presence. I wish i could document every moment and minutiae of our day for memory so that one day when i'm old i can relive these precious moments.

I'm trying to potty train Parker and not really having much success, but it's totally okay because the process is so endearing. When i ask him if he has to use his potty he shakes his head vehemently; "no, no pee." And then promptly pees his pants.

Okay, it doesn't sound that cute. Believe me though it is when you're in love.

And Eliza she is stepping out of her shell in small and miraculous ways. She has until recently been attached to me like velcro, but recently took a risk by taking ballet. She loves it and for the first time in her small life she is independent of any family for 45 minutes every tuesday. Small steps. She spends all week unpacking and packing her ballet clothes, getting ready, taking pride in her newly found independence. We even have a little friend of hers over for a weekly playdate. Soon, she says, she might be ready to go to someone else's house solo.

Love i tell you, it's a beautiful thing.


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