For my daughter’s final bake sale of the school year, I had wild ambitions to make fancy cookies, lemon brownies and gooey sprinkled rice Krispy squares. Of course — In brown paper packages all tied up with string… But as it always seems, the night before, we fell short […]
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Sometimes it’s just the small and simple things that matter to show your mother you care. Besides the homemade card and DIY picture frame, the usual bouquet of flowers and chocolate… Why not throw in something else small and thoughtful and unique. Right? Like these. […]
For those of you who know me, I’m a wannabe ‘minimalist.’ I try to live by the philosophy ‘less is always more.’ And ‘quality over quantity’ for everything. Except when it comes to crafts. I love EVERYTHING about it. And ALL of its colorful clutter. For […]
So it’s been a while, I know. And no excuses. But, I guess you can say, it’s been quite a year.
Els completed a successful year of PRE-K. My husband is as busy as ever with a huge slate of movies/tv shows in development. We rescued a tiny little puppy, named, Bear. And oh, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Like I said, it’s been quite a year!
But now, I’m back into the groove of things and excited to get this blog back up and running. So many new recipes, crafts and mommy-isms to write about. And not to mention hilarious puppy anecdotes and musings.
My brain, thankfully is fine and healthy! It was shocking for sure. Extremely rare. And also benign. And with successful surgery and radiation, completely on the right track.
I look back and am so thankful to my friends and family that supported me. Without them, I don’t think I would have been the same smiling, laughing patient that I was. I remember my friend staying up all night and hand feeding me pudding. My mother cooking me every meal so that I could avoid hospital food while she ate nothing. My brother shedding a tear when receiving the phone call. And my husband and daughter being so brave and strong even when things felt so scary and alone.
And through all the poking and prodding, going through major brain surgery, being bedridden, and rehabilitating… I can’t help but look back and think, (as cliché as it may sound) I wouldn’t change a thing.
I learned that kids are resilient. And with the proper words, actions and guidance they can get through anything. Els, never spent a day without me let alone a night. And she went 2 weeks, strong. She went 2 weeks being a 4-year-old that showed support and understanding. And seeing that, made me strong.
I never shed a tear for myself during that time. Only for her. This, I guess is parenthood.
There’s a children’s book by Rosemary Wells, titled: Mama Don’t Go! If you aren’t familiar, it’s about a little girl named Yoko, who’s excited to start school and make new friends. But the problem is, she doesn’t want her mom to leave. So she stays. Eventually, they take baby steps, until one day the mom says she needs to run to the ‘store’ and buy some ‘milk,’ but that she will be right back. In the story, this works. And when she comes back, it helps reinforce that she ‘will always come back.’ Sweet, isn’t it?
Sounds kind of like the story of us – my daughter and I. Except, my daughter could never be so easily manipulated, nor tricked. It’s worth mentioning, I’d also bought her this book in preparation for preschool, and after one night of reading it, I found it in our garbage can the next day.
Needless to say, today, was the first day after many weeks of staying at her school for me to try and get a quick ‘coffee,’ as my first attempt to start the transition and ease her into school without my presence. Let me just add, her personality is fierce, and leans more towards the kind like: I wanna come with you. Oh, I know you’ll come back. I just don’t want you to go. Period. She knows what she wants. She’s sharp. And has eyes and ears in the back of her head. It was hard.
But I did it. We both did it. And it wasn’t too bad. The teachers stayed with her the entire time. Point is, I was gone for about 10 minutes max. Barely even walked around the block. And then I came right back in to show exactly what the book was trying to show. That, Mama always comes back. But when I walked in, she looked up at me with these all knowing eyes, and not with the extreme joy and happiness that I had envisioned, but the saddest and most pathetic sobbing cry I had ever seen. She then proceeded to collapse into my arms. Important to note, this melodrama lasted about a minute and everything was A-ok again.
Which prefaces nicely, Els’ quote of the day. Right before bedtime. Pen poised in her hand. Notebook sitting opened on her lap.
That’s my girl, for ya. That’s my girl.
Oh, and I still do highly recommend that book! Transition from home with mom to preschool is hard. And this book at the very least helps your little one become more aware of what’s to come and how it will transpire and end.