Making It All Worth It

A LOT of mornings in the Soup Bowl our home is filled with tears and frustration. There is too little space in our present second floor accomodations and one little baby girl who is rather obsessed with her big brother and his toys. Cole can't even go the bathroom without his sister trying to open the door... it sure is tough being a big brother!

So we have tears, we have screaming and then we have one mommy feeling like implosion is certain.

But every once in a while there is this tiny glimmer of hope...a kiss, a comment, a moment in time to freeze of a family sharing a moment that is pure and peaceful.

I was so lucky this morning to experience one of those moments as I was drying my hair getting ready for work.

Cole came up to me softly and wrapped his arm around me and said "How is my favorite girl in the world?"

SERIOUSLY?!

As tears came to my face from how sweet the gesture was...it was 7 words that made the rest of it all worth it.

Thank you to my favorite boy in the world.

Love, Mommy

It Sucks To Be THIS Mommy

It has been said that it takes a village to raise a child and in our family we call upon the village every day to help us make it through the day.

In my quest to keep our son out of aftercare we enlisted the help of our village...unselfish & giving family members who take turns picking him up at 2:45 pm each day.

It has been a successful but we know often taxing effort for the past several years until yesterday when I received a call that our village had failed....

Failed to pick up our first born that is.

The call went something like this...

The time: 6:02 pm The place: in line for mashed potatoes for Second Born at Popeye's

"Mrs. Mathas, this is Kim from LRSH, just checking to see who was picking up Cole today as he is the last child here?"

Mrs. Mathas: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT...." (much screaming to strangers surrounding me follows...second born dazed and confused in the back seat of the car)

As I screeched out of the fast food line trying to wrap my head around what had happened, was our village ok today...was there an accident...they could not have forgotten...

BUT THEY DID.

OK...so I am sure you are thinking what's the big deal...so he got to play in the school yard with his friends for a few hours...how bad can that be?

Well, we didn't get THAT kid. ANY change in his schedule completely freaks him out. If we take a different route to school this can cause an uproar so THIS was going to be a BIG deal.

As I raced to pick him up, thoughts raced faster in my head swirling with the plan of everything from my reaction when I would see him to what I would tell him...the truth or a tale?

I couldn't bear telling them that he was FORGOTTEN...I mean how do you FORGET a child? With visions of him sitting alone and crying feeling abandoned and cold out on a corner, I quickly pulled up to the school and put my best happy face on to greet him.

With a smile on his face and a quick kiss hello there were no immediate signs of scars or tears.

I decided to tell him that his C&D had an appointment that lasted way too long and they called me to come pick him up instead. He seemed ok with that and quickly got into the car to head home.

By this time second born is eating her foot she is so hungry and then the questions and comments begin."Mommy I was really sad when you left me in the school yard today...you left me for 72 years!!!"

There would be no throwing anyone under the bus today. My fate was already sealed.

In his eyes I was THE ONE who forgot him.

It SUCKS to be THIS Mommy.

Just One Year

Today my baby girl turns ONE! It has been such a blessing to have her in our lives and I have been so humbled to have a second chance of being a "first time" Mother. I had the chance to experience a "normal" delivery, a "real" homecoming day from the hospital and special early outings with her in the Soup Bowl. In those first few months I got to experience every wonder without a second of fear.

From day one I truly believed Carly was an old soul. EVERYTHING Carly did she did like she had done it a thousand times before. From eating to playing to walking - nothing actually seemed difficult or unfamiliar to her. Her eyes always seemed familiar and comforting to me.

There is a clothing brand called "Just One Year" and when you become a parent you quickly understand the true meaning of that.

Just one year to experience & share every FIRST in her life.

Just one year that she will probably allow me to dress her in everything I want and not what she demands!

Just one year that she looked at me like I am the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

Just one year of eating everything I gave her, sitting in her high chair and car seat without a battle and having the time of her life in the bathtub.

Just one year of unsolicited kisses and hugs.

I am hoping I get a little bit more time on some of these special days but for now I will cherish what I have gotten to experience of just one year.

Happy Birthday Carly!