I once said that I have never felt old while my children fast grew from babies to teenagers and adults, nor even when that first grand baby was born…or the second. But when that first grand baby started kindergarten, suddenly I began to feel a little bit old because life does speed up when the kids skip off to school. But it’s all good because when they learn to read and write they enchant you even more with thoughts and words and dreams and wishes that will always make your day.
I will leave this one right here for you, for me, for everyone…until she erases it and writes something else.
Happy New Year’s Eve Eve!
Today I have been suffering through an eye twitchy kind of headache. I’m sure the coffee house barista was concerned as he asked me twice if I wanted decaf.
No, I need my caffeine, dammit!
I am fairly confident that I did not say that out loud. I mean, my latte was just as delicious as ever and barista-guy wished me a wonderful day as he always does.
I’m trying to imagine that the ridiculousness of that rambling stream of consciousness I watched about the saving of Carrier, Mexico, someone’s son and the pride the unseen someone must be feeling, along with walls being built— walls with doors might have brought this on.
Better yet, I am telling myself it is the absurdity of the school calling me AND emailing me in order to inform me that my son’s illness is not an excused absence only to apologize when I questioned their notification because since when is it a bad thing to keep a sick, feverish child home from school?! Short staffing is the reason for marking Daniel’s absence unexcused after receiving my message on the attendance line as to why he would not be in school. What?! That’s the attendance clerk’s story—and perhaps a contributing factor to the eye twitching throbbing.
It could also have been brought on by the sleep deprivation that is night shift nurse life and caring for your sick child.
But then there was this.
A 26 year old treasure gifted to me shortly after I received my RN shattered—and what put me over the edge today.
Gawd I hope that this isn’t a metaphor of what is to come this final month and holiday season.
I’m just going to sit in this quiet corner and focus on the pretty, pretty lights. The lights are good. It’s warm. It’s bright. The light will heal that which is broke and, hopefully, the eye twitchy headache.
It’s Fall Break y’all which, here under The Big Top, means adventure time and because it literally only took me FIVE tries to have a kid who likes wandering aimlessly around a museum; we are off to explore…
Explore SCIENCE! Science because someone is really digging 8th grade Science making things move and soon, blowing stuff up – code for setting off rockets.
I kind of like science, Mom. I like it a lot.
He tells me this often.
Literally every time we sit down to work on science homework.
The Tech Studio where we begin and create with high school students from Japan and help them practice their English language skills.
The view from space
Embrace Baby Warmer Yeah, this meant a lot to both of us because ex-micropreemie, NICU grad, NICU mom, NICU nurse.
Engineer multi-colored bacteria, like a boss…yes, he wanted to immediately wash his hands after admiring his handiwork.
Equipped with his five senses, man explores his universe around him and calls the adventure Science. ~ Edwin Powell Hubble
It’s an adventure…an exhausting adventure.
No autocorrect, it is not monsoon, it is MOMsoon. Just accept it, okay?
Family weekend at ASU with Jodie.
Aside from the massive thunderstorm that soaked me upon arrival, Tempe weather was glorious with a high only up to 90 degrees. We won’t discuss the humidity that created the ball of frizz that was my hair…the low humidity they tell me. My hair vehemently disagreed.
Oh well. I was spending the weekend with my 4th darling daughter.
At the movies.
And the obligatory Costco re-stocking run followed by lots of eating together.
Plus a little politics too including this discussion which I wholeheartedly support.
Followed by bowling.
Bowling with the roommate and her family.
Twins versus DG Twins.
The DG Twins win…the right twins they tell me.
The next day brings football and the call to wear maroon for the Maroon Monsoon which is what we do. But first, tailgating.
Tailgating Greek-life style, a first for me and where I become acquainted with the Maroon MOMsoon and that the Greek guys love the moms.
We shall imagine that it was the MOMsoon that brought it for ASU’s victory over Cal and not their now 4-0 season.
And as the MOMsoon recedes, it is back to the books and studies and work and bringing back out all the stuff hidden from the parents for the kids. Thanks, kids! This mom had fun!
My social media timeline today reminds me that it is a big day in the life of many people I know because,
yes, Back to School season continues. This time today with these two.
You heard me!
BOTH of these girls.
BOTH OF THEM!
I look at this 8 year old before she enters into her third grade classroom thinking how can she possibly look so much more mature than an 8 year old…I mean I certainly did not look this confident and self assured and all I choose to remember of my own 3rd graders was how they were all elbows and knees with a smudge of dirt or breakfast on their chin that somehow missed my inspection on the first day of school. How could Hollie and Ben possibly allow this little girl to grow up so fast?
The only positive thing I can say might be hurray for a November birthday and the state law of 5 years old by September 1st because, you guys!!!
Time is passing faster and faster y’all. I can’t make it stop. I’m just going to hold on as tight as I can while I can.
Happy school year my darling grand girls! Mima loves you with all her hearts!
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
E. A. Bucchianeri