Last Friday my baby girl finished 4th grade and today my baby boy finished Kindergarten (with the exception of summer school) so yes I cried both times! It is difficult to gauge how to deal with them together so I am glad it was seperate events....
My daughter is an honor roll student who is so hard on herself if she doesn't make all A's that it is easy to find things to be proud of her for by any parents standards. But knowing her the way I do and knowing she is just like her mother I know she didn't work so hard on all the book stuff. The physical stuff and keeping her mouth shut when she totally wanted to spout off to her teacher those were things I knew she tried really hard at! So I clapped loudest when she got recognized for passing 4 out of 5 parts of the presidential fitness test.
My son, on the other hand has struggled to recall the names of the alphabet and write his name even after 3 years of practicing. For him just sitting in a classroom and completing a paper is an extreme accomplishment. He is for the most part a very pleasant child and all his quirkiness goes unoticed until he melts down. Today he says very loudly as all the parents pile in to his classroom that he is "people sick" and needs to puke and runs off to the bathroom. All his classmates laugh as they think he is joking. But I knew exactly what he meant and teared up because I was so proud that he knew exactly what it was that was setting him off and was able to say it outloud! What a thing to be proud of ... but for my son that was a huge accomplishment, however odd it may seem.
My children give me a hard time and they were telling me last night that I needed to take an entire box of Kleenex with me today because they knew I was going to need it. I don't know why I get so emotional about all the milestones they experience, I just do. My babies are spoiled rotten and it often shows. I am grateful most of the time that despite trials they have some self confidence and tons of character.
I don't know how we will fare next year as baby girl moves on to intermediate school and baby boy becomes a first grader, who still doesn't know his alphabet completely but we will meet the challenge with laughter and attitude on all parts I am sure. Until then we will enjoy the time we have as a family and try really hard not to get too "people sick"!
Have a great summer all!!
Kwick
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Did you know that it's Beautiful Women Month?
Well, it is and that means you !!!
I'm supposed to send this to BEAUTIFUL WOMEN,
and you are one of them !!!
Below is a wonderful poem Audrey Hepburn wrote
when asked to share her "beauty tips."
It was read at her funeral years later.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness...
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone...
People, even more than things, have to be restored,
renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed;
never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands;
one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
If you share this with another woman,
something good will happen.
You will boost another woman's self esteem,
and she will know that you care about her.
It's BEAUTIFUL Women Month
TAG YOU'RE IT!
you a little something to ponder over and maybe it will bring a smile
to your face:
Why Women Are Crabby
We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd in our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. "Just one more good push" (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their "Teen Years." Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the "weaker sex?" Yeah right. Bite me.
Did you smile? Maybe just a little one? Take care..will catch you
later..and I bet you are really proud of both children..You got them
were they are now..Its called Motherhood...
staying cool..hope you will be posting again soon..take care..
could stop over by my blog and play the pic game..I put a caption on
my post and you send me a picture that you think fits the caption..just
give it a try, ok?