We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
Daily Prompt: Happy Happy Joy Joy.
Being a fairly emotional person, I cry…a lot. This past week was the last time I cried for a happy reason. My little boy, who is five years old, was enrolled in Kindergarten next year. We dropped off the paperwork last week, and I cried. My little baby is going to Kindergarten, and while part of me is sad, most of me is so proud and happy that he is growing into a wonderful young man. I’m sure I will cry again in August when the school bus shows up at our house to take him to school. =)
My little man
Daily Prompt: I Got Skills.
If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?
I had to think about this one for awhile. Writing is the obvious answer, but for this prompt I decided to go for something more interesting.
I would LOVE to master the art of motherhood. Yes, I am a mother and I try, but there are times when I honestly think I am doing it wrong. I have friends who are Super Moms. It seems they do everything. Their children know seven languages, are little dancers or athletes, are extremely well mannered, and their houses are always clean. Always.
I’m lucky if I can get The Boy dressed and to school on time and in one piece. I have to call my mother often for advise, and my house is far from pristine. When I was young I dreamed of being one of those housewives I saw on TV. Donna Reed here I come! I thought. Nope. Donna Reed I am not.
So that’s it. I would love to master the art of motherhood.
So my 5 year old is sick, poor baby. He spent last night throwing up because he was coughing so hard. I took him to the doctor this morning. I tried to get the doctor to give him something to ease his cough. Nope. They wont do it. Absolutely nothing…it is too dangerous (thank you parents who have over medicated their children) Personally I think this is ridiculous. There are many meds my doctor gave me when I was young, and I turned out just fine.
It’s the last week of school before Christmas break. I am SUPPOSED to be getting ready for work. Instead I am sitting in front of my computer. Delaying the inevitable 75 mile commute to work, to listen to teenagers complain about how they don’t get to cook this week, then I will drive 75 miles home again only to have my son complain that he does not like the dinner I have prepared for him.
Then again, at least I have a son who can complain to me…and for that I am thankful.