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Proud Mama Moments

December 16, 2013

Piano Recital

This past two weeks I’ve been witness to a few things that  few years ago I would have told you would never happen.  I’ve had some serious proud mama moments.  Tight throat and prickly eyes.

About a week ago was the church Christmas children’s production.  Typically, 3rd, 4th and 5th graders are asked to have speaking parts.  Addison was given a line.  He wasn’t too happy about it but I explained to him that as a performer, this is just what we do.  We take the role we’ve been handed and go after it with gusto.  Plus, BFF is the children’s choir director and we need to do this because we love her.

In the past Addison has been, shall we say, a bit reluctant to sing in the children’s choir.  If you know me personally you would be scratching your head at his resistance.  I was a music major, Dear Husband is musical and we met each other while performing in a production of H.M.S. Pinafore (bur that is a different story for a different day).  Being in the children’s choir at church isn’t an option.  I have compromised with him and said that he doesn’t have to sing as long as he stands still up there, no horsing around and doesn’t pick his nose.

Back to my story.  The week before Thanksgiving and at the Christmas pageant a miracle occurred.  Addison moved his lips and actual sound came out.  Sound that was actually singing and went along with the music.  Everybody, I mean everybody, in church noticed and let me know how proud they were to see him sing.  At the pageant he said his line clearly and with confidence.

My favorite part of the video is right after he says his little line he looks right to us with a big grin.  You can tell he is proud of himself for what he has done and also seeking reassurance from us.

My next proud mamma moment was this weekend.  Addison had his first piano recital.  We started piano at the beginning of the school year.  It was met with reluctance but he quickly discovered that he liked it.

I took piano when I was his age.  After a few years I begged my mom to let me stop.  I distinctly remember her saying that I would regret it but she relented and allowed me to give it up.  She was right; I regret it.  Did you hear that mom?  You were right.  I regret giving up piano.

Dear Husband and I agreed that this is a talent one can’t live without.  By god our boys are going to be able to play the piano better than we can.

piano recital

 

Here he is practicing his fingering beforehand.  A sure sign he is taking this seriously and wants to do well.  Bless his heart.

This mama could not be more proud.

Minecraft birthday cake

This is 9

October 28, 2013

Another year has flown by.  Part of me can’t believe that I have a 9 year old.  In my head I’m still a 20-something who shouldn’t have the responcibilities that children bring.  Then I find myself in Target behind actual 20-somethings.  They are buying self-tanning lotion, nail polish and a Lean Cuisine.  I’m buying Capri Sun, fruit snacks, 36 rolls of toilet paper and about $200 worth of accompanying family groceries.  Those are the moments that reality hits and I remember that I’m a mom of two.  But you know what?  I wouldn’t trade those two precious boys for all the designer heels in the world.

Minecraft birthday cake

Why, yes, that is a Minecraft birthday cake.  It may not have been the most professional or polished birthday cake but the boy loved it.  There is something inside of me that will not allow me to spend more than $20 on a birthday cake for a child.

Eight brought us Captain Underpants, Minecraft and an interest in shiny rocks and minerals.  As we cruse into nine Harry Potter is taking front seat, Minecraft is still the go to game but the handheld DS is giving it a run for it’s money.

birthday at school

Look at this kid.  So full of spunk and imagination.  When that mind gets going I see a glimpse of what is to come.  The other day he showed us his ninja moves.  It was amazingly goofy and in my head I said, yes, this is my awesomely awesome kid.  This is what being a boy is all about.  Showing off ninja moves that in his head are on par with Bruce Lee.  These are the moments I can’t get enough of.

crazy hair day

Crazy hair day

9 is watching Back To The Future and him being frustrated that no one could explain exactly how the flux capasitor works.

9 is reading Harry Potter together and discussing which teacher would be the best and worst and why.

9 is watching him play with and care for our new dog when this time last year he would have been too afraid of dogs to enjoy a pet.

This is 9 and 9 is going to be awesome.

Stuff for Sale

March 25, 2013

Addison has discovered MineCraft.  However he has run into a snag in his gaming adventures.  Dear Husband and I won’t allow it on our phones.  Their our phones and they would be monopolized by an 8 year old should we relent.  We don’t own an iPad.  Addison has sweet talked my mother-in-law into downloading the free version on hers but he doesn’t see her often enough to fill his MineCraft appetite.  He has begged for the computer version but it is $26.  I told him we could get it on the computer as long as he earned the $26 through chores and whatnot.  He was gung-ho over this idea until it actually came to doing any work.  Apparently he has a problem with bending over and picking up a toy with a purpose other than playing with it.  Needless to say the play room is a pit and the legos are 3 inches deep on his bedroom floor.

This sudden aversion to chores has been going on for about 2 months.  However, he has come up with an alternate plan.  Sell stuff.  He and his buddy were all set to set up shop out in the driveway regardless of the 40 degrees and wind.  Unfortunately it was almost dinner time and his friend had to go home.  We’ll see what retail adventures tomorrow brings.

silly kids

Allow me to translate.  STUFF! That your child would like.  Giant Stuffed Bear: $5, Green Army Men .25, Wax Stick Man $2, Clock That Plays Lullabys $15, Minerals $1 (i.e. shiny rocks he found outside), Glass Model of Thomas $10

This cute boy: priceless.

Palm Sunday and 35 degrees

March 24, 2013

What in the world does one wear on Palm Sunday when it’s 35 degrees and windy? I can’t wrap my head around winter clothes when we’re one week out from Easter. Wearing wool sweaters in dark and muted tones with a suede skirt does not say Hosanna in the slightest. First world problems right here, people.

I know, I know, it’s not about the clothes, but I couldn’t help lament my wardrobe this morning. I settled on a cream cable knit sweater, a long orange/red skirt with butterfly stitching and cream tights. I just can’t wear dark brown or black on Palm Sunday. Can’t do it. Continue reading

Mother bear or mama bird

March 6, 2012

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how young 7 is especially when your 7 year old is almost up to your shoulder and his feet are almost as big as yours.  Yesterday was a tough day.  Today we’re all good but yesterday I was reminded that he is really small (even though he is tall) and tender and has only been on this earth for 7 short years. 7 is still a tender age in my opinion.

We send them off to school with all the bigger kids and expect them to act big too.  We want them to sit in quiet little circles and do their work quietly and work cooperatively with each other (even if they don’t like each other) and make responsible choices.  Those are all behaviors that will take years to develop.  Adults can hardly make responsible choices themselves let alone a 1st grader.  For lunch you can choose pizza or salad.  Make a responsible decision!  Right now their fidgety little bodies are growing and their fidgety little brains are absorbing all the data that is thrown at them all day long and trying to process it.  Then when they get too fidgety we get frustrated and snap at them to sit still for one friggin’ second (and by we I mean me).  He needs loving adults to hold his hand and hug him when his eyes well up.  He needs to be heard and validated, not dismissed and ignored.

At the same time, he can’t always make wise decisions on his own so he needs those loving adults to guide him and sometimes make those decisions for him.  Sorry, but no matter how much he begs me to watch Star Wars Episode III I’m not caving in.  Just because he can ride a two-wheeler and is better at the Wii than me doesn’t mean he is ready for PG-13 violence.  There will be plenty of time for all of that.  Why does it have to start so young?  When did desensitizing our kids become okay?

I may sound like a paranoid mom who won’t let my kid out of my sight.  I’m not a helicopter mom, really I’m not.  But I do love him with the ferocity of a mother bear and mother bears protect.  There is this other part of me that wonders if I need to be more like a mama bird.  Mama bird’s know that their little one isn’t going to survive unless they learn to fly.  Even if it means pushing him out of the nest, he has to figure it out on his own if he is going to take flight.  It’s a difficult juggling act to keep him close but also send him into the world.  I don’t want him hurt but I also want him to know how to take care of himself.  While I write I find that I’m conflicted because I’m all about letting kids be kids and not pushing them to grow up too fast.  But at the same time I know that he will eventually need to grow up and will look to us for the tools to make it through that harrowing experience.  Part of me wants to let it happen organically but there are a lot of outside factors that I have to take into account that will have an influence on him.  I start to wonder — What will have more influence, mom and dad or…the big bad world?

Right now my inner mother bear and mama bird are at odds with each other.

Reflections on Addison – A Conclusion

September 2, 2011

Even though I have titled this post A Conclusion I don’t really know if it is.  When it comes to parenting there is never a conclusion so I guess this is sort of a conclusion to this little chapter in our lives.  The beginning of this “life chapter” can be found here.

Around the time pre-school was starting we were beginning to wind up our listening therapy with our OT.  We had started with the OT in December and by June of 2008 the therapist felt that the therapy had progressed nicely and Addison had made enough improvement that he would be done seeing her by the end of the summer.  That was music to my ears and confirmed the changes I had been seeing in him. Continue reading

Reflections on Addison – Part 5

April 26, 2011

Sorry it’s taken me a while to get to part 5 of this story. There is a lot to think about. I’ve got a lot on my mind and will be going off on a few tangents, so please bear with me.

Addison began listening therapy in early December, 2007. I would take him to the OT’s office once a week and then at home we would do the therapy twice a day for 30 minutes each time. He would wear special headphones and a little fanny pack that held the CD player. The OT would “lend” me the CD for the week and we would get a new one the next time we saw her. I had to buy special headphones because they needed to allow him to hear both the music and everything else that was going on around him. We would play and do our thing around the house while he wore the headphone, fanny pack combo.

I wish I had a picture of him with his gear. It was pretty cute.

January, 2007 Continue reading