Is it possible for a six year old to get her period? Because, if not, I really cannot explain the mood swings, crying jags and recent neediness of my daughter.
There is no telling what will set her off. A teeny, tiny scratch? Her grandmother being sweet with her sister? A missed bedtime story?
All of these things qualify as huge, horrible slights against her and require many, many hugs to rectify.
If puberty is harder than this, I may need to rethink this whole “Parenting of Girls” thing. I will have my own mood swings and hot flashes to contend with in a few years.
Are You There God? It’s Me, Mama (with all due respect to Ms. Blume).
September 16, 2007
FollowThe Third is Three
September 13, 2007
Still loves to hug and kiss his Mama;
Jumps at the chance to ride in Daddy’s Jeep and to be Daddy’s helper;
Plays cars, trucks and trains, along with loads of scooter riding and ball throwing;
Humors sisters with his version of dress up, playing Barbies and dance contests;
Looks back to see who is watching before plunging forward into some sort of mischievousness with a smile;
The perfect age, the perfect time, my perfect little boy. . .
Happy Third Birthday to my last baby, my little boy. I love you.
Time Warp
September 12, 2007
When I turned 40 a few weeks ago, my Mom gave me this gem of a book—something she was given 20+ years ago when she turned 40. . .
Ahhhh, yes. . .the wisdom of 1983, when forty-year-old women were assumed to have grown children (if any) and were now out in the work force being liberated from the trials and tribulations of toddlers, infants and (shudder) pregnancy.
While some of the statements inside make sense (who doesn’t agree with “I’d rather be 40 than. . .an awkward teenager having to struggle with inept 17-year-old lovers in the back of cars”?), others made this forty-year-old mother of three young children laugh:
“I’d rather be 40 than. . .dependent again on in-laws, babysitters, and play groups for my freedom.” (playgroups used to mean freedom???)
“I’d rather be 40 than. . .waiting longingly for “Sesame Street” to begin each day.” (remember those days before “On Demand” programming? Seems almost quaint).
“I’d rather be 40 and. . .able to spend weekends shopping or visiting museums rather than sitting through Bambi and Snow White matinee reruns with the kids.” (boy, having kids must’ve sucked back then!)
“I’d rather be 40 than. . .be unable to express my self because of demands of children, husband, or low level bosses.”
and:
“I’d rather be 40 than. . .lacking the brains, gumption, and confidence to direct my life in the ways that make me happiest.” (yes, 40 will set you F-R-E-E!!! I hit 40 and got oodles of gumption!)
So, look forward to 40! It means cool clothes, mature men, respect in the workplace, confidence, great sex and most definitely NOT diapers, spit-up and baby strollers. . . or so the book says.
