Fifteen...

You've seen them. . . the links on Facebook that connect you to those perfect mommy blogs where they had some amazing self discovery. How a mother will never again tell her young child to "Hurry up!" because she's rushing through life and missing the most important things, like water puddles and butterflies. You nod in disbelief as you read the blog because you find yourself relating a little too well to exactly who this BEFORE mother was, and you want so badly to be like the one she became. But get real, right? This is REAL LIFE and we have places that we have to hurry up and get to and we simply don't have time for little Judy to soak her socks in the water puddle so you'll have to change them and possibly her shoes before she heads in to school!

Like my intro?

Last year, last August.... my sweet family and I took a vacation to Italy. The villa we stayed at in Bracciano was not air conditioned. We rushed to the store and bought little table fans and slept with the rooftop door and all the windows wide open. The first few nights were rough to get used to, but soon we were living like Italians. It was a refreshing experience.

We rushed through our days, partly to pack in as much experience and as many sights as possible... but for me - to get back home safely, to our villa, and enjoy being Italian. Each night, we'd shower the girls, and a new tradition was born with Victoria. She felt out of place without her "own" bed from home - so I'd sit beside her while the fan blew across her naked back.... and I'd run my fingers through her hair and hum to her, softly... I'd wait until the last of the sweat dried from her clammy skin, and I'd cover her with the sheet and drift upstairs while she was sound asleep.

That tradition, born in Italy... remains. There are times when I find it a huge inconvenience :/ At the end of a long day when I'm rushed to get kids to bed so I can finish dinner dishes and put the clean clothes away... It's somehow a pain in my behind to have to stop what I'm doing for fifteen whole minutes and rub this child's back! Seriously?! You're almost 3!!! (I don't say these things to her though.) I simply sit beside her bed, tell her to turn over... and proceed to rub her back until she falls asleep.

So yeah, I do rush my children. Hurry up and get dressed - you're gonna miss the bus! Hurry up, stop dragging your feet or we're going to be late to soccer! Geeze!! Would you hurry up and get to bed! You have to get up early and I don't want you to be tired! (but if I rush them to bed... then I know I have those 15 to spend with Victoria. Prayers, a drink.... and 15 precious minutes to watch her fade to silence and sleep. . .

Two Down, One to Go

Short and sweet blog...

I remember the day that Stevie started Kindergarten. I remember taking her to school, in Germany. I remember dressing her so cute, and walking her to her class... and wishing that she needed me more! But she was so independent and sweet... urging me to get to work, that she'd be fine :) I cried the WHOLE WAY! I couldn't believe how big my sweet Stevie had gotten. She was going to REAL school - not daycare. The clock just hit fast forward... 13 years of school is not that many! I'm not ready to let her go!

Fast forward to 2013. Not only was I anxiously waiting for summer to be over... I rushed through vacation weekend, hurried them through dinner and baths, and high-fived myself after tucking them into bed last night because today marked a newfound freedom! Not only 1, but TWO of my children would be starting school this year. And I wasn't the least bit sad. Maybe it's because I know I have one more "first day" to look forward to with Victoria. For Ava, I was excited.... just as much for her as I was for me. She's been looking forward to starting school for ... 5.5 years?! :P And me? Well... Who can argue with getting to stay home with only 1/3 of her children all day?!

Stevie is now a 6th grader, and Ava is a very proud kindergartner... even if she puked and had to come home 2 hours into her day :( Tomorrow, Ava gets to ride the bus for the first time! (which means leaving 30 minutes earlier than she left today....) YESSSSSSSSS!!! (jk) sort of.

Meanwhile, back at the house... Victoria and I babysit cutie pie Avery until 230pm... then we pick up Stevie from school... then we head to soccer practice... then tomorrow's bath night... then... omg. Senior Year - WHERE ARE YOU?!

Too Tall to Notice

I'm a terrible mother. I've been so consumed in moving, making my own memories, saying goodbye to my favorite things that I have overlooked the heartache of my own child. I wrote it off as seemingly unimportant. "She'll get over it." Kids are resilient, right? They bounce back, as we all do - and keep on going. Energizer bunnies, unstoppable!

But today, there were more questions that usual. "Mom, how many weeks do I have left at this school?" "Mom, will we be here for November 18th?" Today, I sensed a growing tension in my daughter's voice - and that, coupled with the goodbye from this morning led me to close her bedroom door and hold her for a bit.

My Stevie is 10 this year. She's had to say goodbye to friends in the past, but now she's old enough to have grown really close to them. Saying goodbye is not easy for anyone - but to Stevie, it's the end of the world. She doesn't have the experience to know that life goes on, that new friends will come and go... Tonight, I held her and I apologized to her. This decision is so very hard for me, but I needed her to know that I have nothing but the VERY BEST intentions for our whole family. Sometimes, in life, we have to give up the things that we love in order to grow. We talked for a good hour. We shared giggles and tears... It was important for her to see me cry, to know that I'm just as sad and afraid as she is. It was important for me, to be able to reassure her that no matter what, we're a family and we have each other and that new friends WILL come along!

          Through the back window of our '59 wagon 
          I watched my best friend Jamie slipping further away 
          I kept on waving till I couldn't see her 
          And through my tears I asked again why we couldn't stay 
          Mama whispered softly time will ease your pain 
          Life's about changing nothing ever stays the same 
          And she said how can I help you to say goodbye it's okay to hurt and it's okay to cry 
          Come let me hold you and I will try how can I help you to say goodbye 
                                              -Patti Loveless

So Long, Sucker!

I'm a terrible mother. I'm one of "those" moms... who talks major crap about all the wrongs other mothers do (but happen to overlook the fact that I do some of those, myself!) Let me give you a prime example...

Exhibit A: The Sucker

I always judged those "other" mothers who had toddlers running around with pacifiers in their mouths. You know... the 2 year olds who couldn't talk right because something was blocking the way of words coming out! Well, why was it wrong for them, and not for me? I have a 21 month old, and I thought our use of one was ok because it was simply for bedtime. The only other time she used it out of the bed, was in the car on long road trips. It kept her quiet - so I was all for it.

Then we get to today... She's an uncontrollable ball of "I WANT!!!" and I thought, you know what? I'm going to take away the one thing she needs more than anything... When that comfort is gone, just maybe she'll simmer down and realize her wants aren't so important. (Not to mention, she's almost 2... she can live without it.)

So tonight, it's "So long, Sucker!" Fortunately, we wore Victoria out with a long walk, followed by an hour of outdoors at the playground. Not sure her legs could go on if she wanted them to. She's currently fed, bathed, and dramatically fake-coughing between forced sobs in her bed. She was fine when I went to sit beside her and pat her on the back... but that's another form of pacification that I won't get started. I love her to death - but one of the major keys in raising children is to help them develop independence! I know... at 21 months, I should be welcoming every chance I get to cuddle my sweet babies... (sucks to be the third!) hehehe

Wish us all luck, and say a little prayer of courage for my little Victoria. It's not easy growing up!

Summer Vacation (from kids!)

$600 and 5 hours later, Stevie Lynn is at summer camp. For 2 weeks! I'm excited for her! She'll be able to look back someday and say "I went to a 2 week summer camp in southern Germany!" It's a real adventure camp... living in tents, kayaking on the lake, water balloon fights, campfires, and tons of kids wallowing in the mud and playing in the rain. For her, I hope it's everything that every kid wishes they could experience.

For me? *sweet sigh of relief* It's a two week vacation from having to play referee between her and Ava. Ava constantly begging to ride the coattails of her big sister on the playground, and Stevie, constantly looking for excuses as to why it's not the best idea for Ava to be outside with her right now.

And then? I've got an AWESOME mother-in-law (for more reasons than a few) that is taking Stevie AND Ava this summer for almost 2 weeks! For the girls - what fun, to spend time with their family in a farmhouse in France... running around the garden, chasing lizards and playing in the water. Going on walks through the forest, and splashing in the creek. For me (and Nico) we get to experience life has parents of only ONE child.... for 2 beautiful weeks.

Well, added bonus for me is that Nico won't be going to get the girls until after I'm on a plane to Sweden for work... so I won't see them for a total of a month after they leave for France.

YES - I will miss them. But you know what? They're going to have fun. I don't have to worry about their safety. I have peace of mind in all situations regarding their absence.

Let the vacation begin!

Chicken Poop

I shouldn't do it, but I do. I force my oldest to do things that she doesn't want to do. Most of the time, it's for her own good - but other times it's merely because I need a good laugh.

For instance, I forced her to take swimming lessons, knowing darn good and well she was terrified of having water in her face. 3 summer lessons past, and now the child is swimming to the bottom of pools to retrieve toys, going down the BIG slides at water parks and having the time of her life. What do I get out of it all? "Thank you for making me go mommy, I had the BEST time!"

Then, there's Phantasialand and the "Mystery Castle" ride. I forced her to go on it because I knew she'd crap her pants and come out with her face as white as a ghost. I needed a good laugh - and it was HARMLESS, right? I thought so. She went. She didn't love that ride at ALL, but there are others she was forced to go on that she asked to go on again and again and again after that.

Fast forward to this past Sunday - Legoland! This park was about 80% little kid rides, and filled with adult freaks with cameras (my husband being one) who love Legos and the things they can build with them. Stevie and I were waiting on the sidelines for Ava to finish paddling her kidi-kanu around a little expedition thingie, and we heard screams in the background. It was the big waterfall ride (you know, the kind where the boat full of people goes around a jungle for 10 minutes, and then they plunge over the side of a waterfall?) I smiled really big and couldn't even get through my suggestion of "Oh STEVIE! You should go on that with....." when she answers "NO MOMMY PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME!"

You're kidding right? 9.5 and you can't ride a slow as heck ride like the boat with a little tummy tickle at the end? I called her a chicken shit. I emphasized SHEER disappointment in the fact that she couldn't grow up and have fun. I was mad. I told her next time, we'd get a babysitter and leave her home so we wouldn't have to pay a full price ticket for her to ride baby rides. I was mean. (but all in the name of love.) I remember riding the waterfall ride with MY dad and I loved it! Sure, the first time was scary as ever... but I begged him to ride it with me again and again!

Fast forwarding some more... the sun is setting, we've made our way around the entire park. Stevie's brain has been fizzling and stressing since my temper got the best of me over her lack of courage. Finally, she asks if she can do the dragon ride. The DRAGON ride!? That REALLY big one that's way bigger than the waterfall boat ride? So we walked over, and she stood in line for an HOUR and watched over and over again, the dragon ride go flying into outer space and back filled with screaming kids. She didn't back down, she didn't turn away.... she got on, and she did it!

Unsteady on her feet - but those wings helped her soar!

Stay tuned - there's video... but I have work in the morning, so it's bed for now!

"Artwork"

A couple of weekends ago, my husband went out of town for another “man-cation” and some much needed
quiet time away from the kids. Usually, when he leaves, my nesting instinct kicks in and I scour the
house from top to bottom. That weekend was no different.

I chose to start in Ava and Victoria’s room, as I’d need to be done by mid-morning so Victoria could
go down for a nap. I walked in and immediately focused in on a piece of “artwork” that Ava had scribbled the
previous day. You know that 4 yr old artwork – markers of every color, lines in every direction…. MAYBE
a couple of curly q’s. In my mind, this immediately would go in the junk pile because it looks like every
other piece of artwork on my refrigerator. I decided to fold the paper and sneak it into the trashcan to
avoid any tantrums.

Initial wake-up phase was over for children #2 and #3. Ava and Victoria were finishing breakfast when
I sat down for a quick muffin and a glass of milk. Ava jumped out of her seat and ran to her room
exclaiming something about showing me her sun and slides. I did the typical mommy nod and half
ignored her until…. “aww man – I can’t find my picture! I had it here…. And it’s not here… and now
where is it?”

Ooouf! I quickly ran to the trashcan and fished it out and unfolded it and yelled to Ava “Hey babe! Is it
this picture?? I put it up so that Victoria wouldn’t destroy it!” Aaahhh… Mommy saved the day. Look at
that AWESOME sun! And the slides…. The purple one is my favorite!

More scribbles… thumb tacked to the bulletin board by the back door. What was I thinking?! How could I have overlooked this masterpiece - deeming it nothing more than "garbage..." SHAME ON ME!