posted by Momo Fali on April 22, 2008
There are many days when I look at my kids and find myself jealous of them.
They have an almost complete lack of responsibility. Outside of my nine year old daughter’s homework and some very minimal chores at home, these children don’t have much on their daily list of things to accomplish.
They have energy I can only dream about. Oh wait, I don’t sleep. That’s another thing. They snooze right through the night. Every night.
They skip, climb trees, and swing. Life is fun.
The other day my Mom was visiting, and she asked how much my daughter weighs. I replied, “Sixty-one pounds.”
And I added “Not Ashamed of Their Weight” to my list of jealousies, when my daughter piped in, “Don’t forget the point four!”
posted by Momo Fali on April 21, 2008
Week before last we had an out of town guest. Roughly five days before his arrival, I told my nine year old daughter I would need her help getting the house ready. I made plans to wash the windows, scrub floors, and do a lot of general spring cleaning. Plus, she would be bunking with her brother while our guest slept in her bed, so I wanted her to straighten up her bedroom.
By the end of the five days, I had done all of the cleaning…even her room. I gave up and told her the only thing left to do was to put a few things away. By the time our guest arrived, she hadn’t helped with that either.
So, I had to shake my head in disbelief when last week she asked if she could go to school early every, single day to, “help her teacher clean”.
I want to know what they are putting in that classroom dust.
posted by Momo Fali on April 19, 2008
Yesterday, my son fell off his bike and hit his head on our driveway. I heard him scream, ran outside and scooped him up, then tried to make the pain go away by distracting him. He has never been one to accept that a kiss or hug will make his boo-boo’s go away. He instead wants something to take his mind off it.
We sat down on a swing in our backyard and I showed him the budding leaves on the tree, then I pointed at the blue sky and said, “I love spring. The sunshine makes me so happy.” Then I asked him, “What makes you happy?”
My guess is that he thought he’d get an extra cookie after dinner when he replied, “Your smile, Mom.”
Then he shot butterflies and rainbows out of his fingertips. Okay, not really…but the comment about my smile…totally true.
posted by Momo Fali on April 16, 2008
This morning brought yet another instance where I was astonished to hear the words coming out of my mouth, when I looked at my five year old son and said, “Don’t play your drums with your banana peel.”
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