The above is what we’re missing since we’re in Texas with the Littles. Thanks, Susie Zavodnyik, for this glimplse of a gorgeous morning in Venice. But I wouldn’t trade this week for the world.
If we manage to get through today AND tomorrow we will have successfully managed to survive five days with three kids under ten, getting them to their swim team practices, soccer practices and games, baseball practices and games, piano lessons and CCD. AND yes, school…on time with lunches, snacks, library books and properly clothed (Do they REALLY allow you to wear flip flops, girls? Well, no, but EVERYONE does it and nobody stops them)
Honestly, I have to hand it to moms and dads these days…the schedule alone is intimidating but then to keep track of soccer uniforms and cletes, swim team goggles, etc. etc. etc. Erin has it down to a pretty good system and the kids are old enough now to tell us what they need and where it might be found.
Lana (age 9) actually gives me a script to say (to be a good substitute mom) After breakfast, she tells me, I’m supposed to say, “Good breakfast. Now go up, get dressed, brush your teeth, wash your face and come down so I can do your hair.” And I’m not supposed to say it too sweetly…they won’t listen. I need to sound firm. (Got it) And THEN I need to find out what kind of sandwich they want and they’ll pack the rest (sides and snack). (Got it)
They whine when it’s time to clean up, groan when I send them back to pick up their clothes, sigh and argue when it’s their turn to feed the dog but honestly, they are a pretty cheerful, happy group who haven’t given us any grief when I tell them they have to get up or go to bed or take a shower. So MUCH easier than when they were little and every time they didn’t want to something they played the “I want my mommy” card and sat and cried.
Friday was a full day. Three classes…stories in each one. I did old stories for the most part…Kindergarten got Tikki Tikki Tembo and Purple, Green and Yellow (Robert Munsch), second grade got Ira Sleeps Over and Sylester and the Magic Pebble and fourth grade got The Summer My Father Was Ten and Ira Sleeps Over (they are beginning a unit on personal narrative in writing and they both worked perfectly for that.) Jerry came in and we joined three different kids for lunch. As I said, it was a full day. I LIVED at the school.
And here’s what I’ve learned (or relearned)
1. I can do ANYTHING for a limited period of time –be the mom, the teacher, the cheerleader, the finder of sneakers and cletes, the drill sargeart, the nagger
2. I can’t do anything for unlimited periods of time
3. Grandparents who ara raising grandchildren deserve a medal (and a lot of help from friends!!)
4. Teachers also deserve medals (but I already knew that one)
5. Deciding to become a parent is an act of pure heroism and insanity.Being a GOOD parent requires more than anyone could know till they’re already too far in to get out.
6. Being a parent (or grandparent) is more wonderful (and awful) than anyone could imagine. I had tears in my eyes as I kissed them goodbye and watched them take off on their scooters on the final part of their journey to school this morning.
It occurred to me that Jerry and I have about six hours free while the kids are in school. Today we had things to do but tomrrow we’re thinking of going to Dallas to the Kennedy museum at the Book Depository. We’ve been wanting to do that for years but never were willing to sacrifice time with the kids to go.
Erin and Brent come home tomorrow night and then Jerry and I are heading for Padre Island to visit my sister, Anne. (the Houston sister!) There was Red Tide there last week…maybe it’s gone, maybe not. Whatever…we’ll be so glad to see them. It’s been awhile!
And please say a prayer for my mom. She’s going through rough times and I honestly don’t know how it can get better. Damn, it’s terrible how some people are stuck spending their last days.