Almost every.single.time I talk to my mom on the phone she lets me know that life gets no better.
If I'm having an exhausting day being a mother, a wife, and an obnoxious over-achiever, I usually think to myself, of course life gets no better, for her! She doesn't have to deal with crushed up cheerios in the carpet the second I wrap the cord around the vacuum. Nor does she have the neverending fight when it comes to dinner with my picky eaters. She most likely didn't roll her ankle on Lightning McQueen as she was trying to whip up some rice krispy treats! She's the grandma so she's done losing sleep, done giving 3 baths a day because of a messy eater, and she doesn't have to wipe bums over and over.
{Note: She is the best grandma ever and takes over when we visit every couple of months because she's just awesome like that and can't get enough of being grandma}
And then these big "Life Gets No Better" moments hit our home
Cowboy goes to preschool 4 days a week. It's a pretty hefty school schedule for a 4 year old that still has a full year left before he can go to kindergarten. {He lets me know that every morning, especially more recently because he is missing Jake and the Neverland Pirates~ his new FAVORITE show} I knew assessments were coming up, but spaced it until the morning of. That's not uncommon for me. I'm counting with him and singing the ABC's, months of the year, and days of the week on the way to school.
This is the paper he shows me when I pick him up
Then comes the emotional mom.
How did this happen so quick?
We practice all the time, but I haven't been ready to stop being the outliner yet.
When did my colicky, hard as heck baby become the most tender hearted little love?
He probably wasn't too hard, but being a 21 year old didn't present him with the most prepared mom.
Did I even help prepare him or is his teacher worth every penny?
His teacher is worth every penny, but I'd like to think I've helped and am almost too involved.
Is it perfect?
No, that's what I absolutely love about it. I would have felt like a real idiot if I kept doing the work that he could obviously do.
Seriously, a preschool assessment?
Can't wait until my first kindergarten parent-teacher conference.
Little Miss L had to be included in this post. She's getting more vocal and if we can just stop the screeching we will be good to go. We were getting ready for dinner with my cousin's family and as my cousin's little girl is saying the prayer, I look up to make sure L isn't climbing onto the entertainment center {in 30 seconds, she can whirl up quite the disaster} To my surprise, she is holding her chubby wrist looking down, attempting to fold her arms like the rest of us. It was the most precious moment watching that sweet little lady mimicking what the rest of us were doing. Where did our munchkin go? Do I want her mimicking my every move or should I be more aware of the example I'm setting for our children? She turns everything into a phone {brush, computer mouse, remote control} and she didn't get that from Mr. J.
Wiping the snot bubbles
having 3 minutes to take a quick shower
convincing my kids that brushing their teeth is SO fun so I can blow dry my hair
hanging out at the playplaces and then getting fully sanitized before nap time
watching Dino Dan when I'd so rather be watching a cupcake show
talking to a toddler all day and consistently answering why things are the way they are
are so worth it
because I get to be right on the scene firsthand to see my children's small and large successes
Life truly does get no better
