I returned after all these months to find a trophy from WordPress wishing me a happy second anniversary with WordPress! It’s good to be back…precisely today 🙂
At the end of the day, I couldn’t believe that it was really me…my life. First day of school was so smooth. I was waiting for the proverbial next shoe to drop…but what shoe? The day was over…and it went well.
I took a deep breath the night before and a little advise from this very helpful article and cracked open a new school year. After reading Debbie Zeichner’s piece, I remembered that my little sea critters already have an affinity to list making and that checking things off kind of makes them happy. Why not swim with that flow?
And so it went. Lunches were thoughtfully packed (by the kids themselves, might I add) and ready the night before, we all got our requisite zillion hours of sleep, and rise and shine went off without a hitch. In keeping with Zeichner’s instructions, partway through the morning I asked how they were doing with their lists (as opposed to frantically ordering them to get on with the next task). And yes, they were doing well…smooth sailing for sure!
The quiet peace of our early morning evolved into controlled madness at Sea Pony’s elementary school. As we drove into the drop-off area, we were greeted by the festive and upbeat sounds of the local high school band and dancers. It was incredible! A performance just to welcome our kids back to school! Everyone was all but dancing into their classrooms that morning. Clearly the best first day of school ever!
When asked about their day at pick-up, they both gave rave reviews. Perfect. Awesome. The carpool worked out. Piano lessons went swell. Dinner. Bath. Bed. Could it have been that easy?
It was that day. Thank. God.
I know it will not always be that way. The novelty will wear off. Tomorrow will bring a different challenge, a different struggle. For now, I’m just grateful that nothing bad happened.
Here’s to a great new year!
I am not the kind of parent who is happy and relieved when the kids go back to school. On the contrary, I am panicked! I don’t know how many out there are in my shoes, but as a working mother who also serves as transportation, hair and makeup artist, scheduler and keeper of the time, and just overall cheerleader, the only time I feel that I can really manage my life is in the summer…when there is no school and there are no extracurricular activities. A day off from work means no early rising for ANYONE, and our free time is liquid and unscheduled.
But alas, summer can’t last forever and the children must be educated. As I sit surrounded by new school supplies, clothes and dance shoes, I try to borrow some enthusiasm from the kids in preparing myself mentally and emotionally for this year’s new adventures. I pray that our new carpool works out and that the new mom is understanding of my insane and unpredictable work schedule. I hold my breath that Sea Pony’s soccer night will not coincide with dance, piano or competition team nights. And then I hope to have the stamina to keep this team swimming (sometimes upstream) for yet another year.
What is back-to-school like for you? Are you panicked or relieved? Is the school year easier for you or is it the lazy days of summer? I would love to know. Please share.
I can’t adequately describe the comfort that I feel as I once again sit down and make words out of thoughts. I had been away, and I am home again.
I must confess that I started writing this post in mid-December, and my intention was to post it before Christmas. I had one vision…life had another. When Christmas turned into January, I realized that this unfinished draft was preventing me from moving forward with this blog. I had written too much to discard it, so I knew I had to just finish it, post it, and move into a new year. This is it!
In an attempt to not be a Debbie Downer in the middle of Christmas, I had opted not to write about my recent catastrophes. I thought I would just deal with the issue at hand and…well…just keep swimming.
…but it’s been hard, and writing feels good. Although the truth is that this cloud has been laced with a many silver linings…and that’s what I want to write about.
So what happened? Well, on Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend my daughters and I woke up to find that a malfunction of the master bath toilet had caused it to overflow overnight with water seeping through the floor and leaking into our living room ALL.NIGHT.LONG! By the time we discovered this mess, there was a waterfall pouring into the living room, onto our leather couch and running through the ceiling into the dining room area. There was so much water that it did not stop for hours!
A disaster indeed, and while I could spend precious writing minutes describing the cleanup process, I prefer to cut to the chase. At the end of it all, a disaster restoration crew had to come in and cut out the ruined ceiling, remove all the carpet in the living room and dining room and pull up all the tile from the master bath. On the week that we were going to decorate our home for Christmas, we found ourselves with no ceiling, no floor and no furniture in the living room or dining room.
Did I mention that we had just moved into this house a couple of months previously? We are not even unpacked…but we had taken care to set up the living room and kept it (relatively) tidy so that we would have one room to relax and receive friends in. It was our “pretty room” where we would set up our Christmas tree, Advent wreath and manger scene…and it was gone!
There was not a surface left in this house to put down a single ornament. There are messes upon messes…I don’t even want to describe it. I wouldn’t call it my worst nightmare…there are worse things…but it’s pretty far up there.
So where does the lining come in? Where do the rays peek through? In so many different places. First, there are the kids. They have been amazing! It is not their job, under any circumstance, to sustain me emotionally or keep my spirit up during the holidays, but they have done it anyway…by just being themselves, by never losing faith, never failing to believe that Christmas would still come.
We are renting the house we live in, and there were changes that we would have wanted that were going to take the owners a considerable amount of time to complete. There were others that we had been told would not be done. One was the colors of the walls. The entire house would have been painted…eventually. The carpet in the living room and dining room was not going to be changed.
Well, the restoration crew declared that anything that was touched by water was contaminated and had to go…that included the carpet that I never wanted and the walls that were a color too dark for my mood. Even the tile on the master bath floor had to be changed.
I got to pick out new tile for the bath and paint colors for the living room and dining room. Best of all though, I got to pick out new laminate floors to replace the carpet! These were the thoughts that kept me from completely losing my mind!
Things were not exactly perfect by traditional standards, but then again, I have never been a stickler with tradition. By the time we got a floor in the living room, it was too late to start the process of picking out a live Christmas tree and doing all the decorating. Instead, on the weekend when we would have normally gone to pick out a family tree, the girls each got a small tree for their bedroom, which they decorated themselves. They were beautiful!
Eventually, when all the construction was completed a week before Christmas, I set out our Nativity set where the Christmas tree would have been. The stockings went up on the mantle and handmade snowflakes and lights were put up.
The amazing thing about this apparently messy Christmas is that I learned that Christmas is still Christmas without all the frazzle. You see, at a time when I would normally have been drowning in shopping and decorating and holiday activities, I was forced to focus on home reconstruction and cleaning up a mess…but Christmas still came, and it really boiled down to celebrating in the ways that mattered the most – those that were the most essential Christmas for us.
I wonder if I can do it again next year…without the excuse of a catastrophe.
- Thank the person/people who nominated you
- Answer the eleven questions from your nominator(s)
- Nominate eleven other bloggers and give them eleven questions to answer
These were the questions given to me.
- Where is your favourite place you have lived?
- Philadelphia, PA
- If you could change one thing what would it be?
- Everyone would live by the “pay-it-forward” method.
- What is your favorite childhood memory?
- The beach, the impossibly clear water…always going with my mother
- What is your dream job?
- Anything I can do from the comfort of my home and at whatever time I choose…so writing.
- What was your best subject at school?
- When I first moved to the United States and before I could speak English, it was math and music. These were the only two subjects that I could understand in any language.. After I learned English, that changed to Language Arts, especially writing.
- Do you prefer to live in the country or the city?
- I prefer a quiet, but not remote, setting. I like having neighbors, but I don’t like city traffic.!
- If you were stranded on a desert island which book would you take with you?
- Something that I could create with, such as The Artist’s Way
- Everyone has a song that makes them want to dance, what is yours?
- Kid Rock’s “All Summer Long” and Mark Ronson’s and Bruno Mars’ “Uptown Funk”
- Favorite colour?
- Do you prefer camping, caravaning or staying in motels?
- Pamper me in a nice hotel…although I’d like to try RVing once:)
- How many different careers have you had?
- For the past 15 years just one – pharmacist. Before that, I was a waitress, a receptionist, a secretary, a bank teller, a parking pay booth attendant at a HUGE international airport and a supermarket cashier.
The following are my nominees:
(Some of these folks may be too busy to answer my silly questions, but that’s OK. I just want to recognize that reading their blog makes me happy.)
- Sarah Johansson at Problems With Infinity
- Because she makes me laugh until I fall off the chair
- Melissa at Single Mom Unschooling
- Because she sees the bright side
- April at From Diapers and Tutus to Meetings and Boardrooms
- Because she can raise a toast to a day in life with small children
- Wheelswordsmith at Dad of Frankenstein
- For his wit and humor in stringing words together
- What inspired you to start blogging?
- What is the best book you’ve ever read?
- What is the best movie you’ve ever seen?
- What attracts you first to a new song, the lyrics or the music?
- When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
- What type of vacation do you prefer – loafing on a gorgeous beach or sight seeing in a cool city?
- If you had the talent to be in the Olympics, would it be summer games or winter games?
- Would you prefer an afternoon at the art museum or the museum of science?
- What is your favorite season of the year?
- What is your favorite quote?
- If you could do just one thing that would make a huge difference in the world, what would it be?
Please bear with me while I learn. In an attempt to write more regularly as well as discover a few ins and outs about blogging that I am certain I am not familiar with, I have registered for Blogging 101 on Blogging U. For the next three weeks, I will be completing a daily assignment designed to help me develop and advance my blog (I can use some help).
Please forgive me if I veer off topic as I try to complete the assignments, although I will try my best to stay true to the theme of the blog. Today’s assignment is to introduce myself to the world. Here it goes:
Although I introduced myself on my About page, I suppose I can elaborate a little bit here. Why do I write this blog? I have always needed to write. As a child and adolescent, I wrote poems and kept journals. I continued through adulthood until life took over…career, marriage, motherhood, etc.
The funny thing was that life may have trampled all over my writing habit, but my need to write never extinguished. I always felt like I had to somehow find my way back…and then I stumbled upon blogging…and my kids said I should write a blog about them.
I was in. I could be a mommy and still feed my hunger to put words to thoughts and feelings…to paint a picture with my words. This is what I try to do in this blog. I try to capture the essence of a parenting moment and recreate it in writing. As a bonus, readers comment on my posts. I absolutely love this interaction!
It seems like a symbiotic relationship to me. Being a mom gives me material to feed my writing soul. I hope to continue to write more regularly, as I find the discipline to make time for this essential part of my day.
I remember the day last spring when Ocean Breeze “un-unicorized” her locker. “Unicorns are for babies”, she said as she removed every magnet, clipping and photo of unicorns that she had so blissfully collected over the past few months. “I want to ‘unicorize’ my locker”, she had announced when she put up the first picture not that long ago.
I stood there behind her with my hands out like a shelf, receiving all the precious memorabilia which she had apparently outgrown in a matter of months. My job was to take it all back home, where I presumed it would be safe from peer judgment and ridicule.
I did as I was told, but I had a hard time accepting that she was so soon finished with unicorns. I hung the magnets and pictures on the metal posts of her loft bed. Other items I placed carefully on her desk, knowing she would come home that evening and want to look at and handle these mementos.
And what did she replace them with? Well, beauty products of course! A mirror, hairbrush, a container with the word “dance” on it, etc. (no make-up allowed yet). These were things that I suppose were more in keeping with the ever-present desire to age that is so prevalent in adolescents.
A desire that is not so readily shared by the parent of a pre-adolescent. Yes, we want the unicorns to stay. “Unicorns are not for babies!”, we want to say, “They’re for you to enjoy this magical and so fleeting part of childhood. Stay a while longer here in wonderland. It’s hard to find your way back once you leave.”
The unicorn magnets still cling to her bed posts like babies clinging to their mothers’ legs. They remind me that she hasn’t quite flown away from wonderland yet. She merely stepped out the front door for a minute and left it open so that she could come back in.