Recent bright blue skies and sunshine kicked me into spring cleaning and organizing mode. I’ve cleaned closets and drawers while loads of curtains stripped from grimy windows washed. Furniture was moved and vacuumed under. Trim paint was touched up, and that’s just the start of my spring cleaning list. I’m energized by taking care of our home. I’ve learned when I feel motivated to clean, rearrange and clear clutter, it’s best to buckle down and go with the urge. Actually... [Read More]Read more
Last week I noticed our five-year-old’s bottom teeth looked crooked. I assumed molars were making an appearance and crowding the front teeth. A few days ago, she asked me to touch one of her bottom teeth. What I thought was a crooked and firmly planted tooth was actually a wibbly, wobbly tooth trying to vacate its spot.
She was excited. I was appalled. How dare our baby girl loose a tooth? While something exciting was happening in her world, a parenting chapter was abruptly coming to an end. I was not prepared. I knew she would eventually lose teeth, but I didn’t think eventually was this week. Monday morning I attempted to pull the tooth. With two brothers who swallowed their first lost teeth, she was concerned she too would end up digesting her tooth. All I did was touch the tooth, and she was crying. We’d have to risk it disappearing. Pulling the tooth was not an option.
I sent her to preschool only to have her lose the tooth minutes before I picked her up. She was the first one out the door eager to tell me her story. One look at the toothless grin, and my eyes filled with tears. I was surrounded by moms and wanted to flee to our vehicle to avoid looking emotionally silly. I said all the expected mom lines, “How exciting!” “You’re getting so big.” “I wonder what the tooth fairy will bring!” Multiple hugs were administered.
Inside I was lamenting. “Put that tooth back in your mouth this instant young lady.” “You haven’t even had that baby tooth for that long.” “You are officially on the road to being a big kid, and I do not approve.” My baby had lost her first tooth. I no longer have babies. I realize I haven’t had a baby in this house for quite some time. The loss of a baby tooth was a giant slap in the face of my denial. Mama, these kids are growing fast. Buckle up and hold on. Time is a much greater foe than Voldemort or the Wicked Witch. It has crept up on me countless times in the the last 13 years. I find myself breathless at times with the changes ever whirling around me. I’ll hug a child only to realize their not-so-little head no longer rests on my waist. Our tween has legitimate hair growing above his lip and thoughts must be given to shaving. SHAVING! What in the world is happening? I’ll watch a son reach something in a cabinet that just yesterday he couldn’t standing on tip-toe.
I’m forever grateful for these healthy children who reach milestones when experts say they should and are healthy enough to grow teeth. I’ve spent hours and hours over the last 5 1/2 years looking at our daughter’s smile. I’ve watched it change and morph from nothing but pink gums to the full-set of whites she had until this week. This parenting gig is an honor as well as a grief-giving experience. Lucky for us, the tooth fairy even managed to fulfill her job and deliver one shiny $1 coin.
I’m a sucker for fairy tales, unicorns and magic. The wave of a wand, pixie dust and true love’s kiss were the root of my dreams as a little girl. Daily life can be harsh, unforgiving and difficult to navigate. I try to fill childhood at our house with a little bit of magic and wonder. Our house has hosted a wee mischievous leprechaun for quite a few years. She makes an appearance while we sleep March 16. There’s always... [Read More]Read more
Wyoming is all I know. The things that drove me crazy as a teen and had me dreaming of ways out of the west are the same things that made me stay to raise my own family. As a high school senior, I was set on moving to Michigan, but then an offer from the University of Wyoming had me packing my bags for Laramie. I was not excited, but in hindsight, that choice led me to a pretty darn... [Read More]Read more
One of the highlights of Cub Scouts for my boys is the annual Pinewood Derby races. Last weekend was our sixth year of pinewood derby madness. Craig and the boys work for weeks stealing time here and there to design and create their cars. Craig is far more patient with the kids than I am. He’ll painstakingly explain again and again proper tool uses and techniques. He’s always willing to try just about any crazy idea the boys can imagine.... [Read More]Read more
It never fails. If there’s something to schedule, it will probably be on a Tuesday night. I get it. Monday seems too early in the week, and Thursday seems too late. Tuesday carries the bulk of our schedule. Most weeks it feels like we have two Mondays followed by Wednesday. A strategic planning session takes place every Monday before bed at our house to make sure we have every meeting, practice, and game for all six of us on the... [Read More]Read more
I’m certain when our last child moves out of the house, years from now, that I will have learned more from them than what they learned from me. Over the last 12 years, I’ve learned more about myself from mothering than any self-reflection exercises I ever attempted. I have a better handle on my strengths and weaknesses. The parts of my attitudes and habits I don’t necessarily enjoy about myself have been magnified with parenting. I’m quick to anger and... [Read More]Read more
I don’t have any childhood memories revolving around Dr. Seuss books. I don’t recall sitting on any laps being read any of his rhyming verse. Dr. Seuss entered my life in high school when I was helping in an elementary school kindergarten class. That class did two things for me: it showed the importance of being read to and learning to read and gave me a great love for children. The roots were planted for my future self who would... [Read More]Read more
Most of my daily conversations are held with our 5-year-old daughter. It’s not really conversing. It’s more her talking and me listening. Children can be both silly and insightful in their observations. We were reading from a book while we waited for our oldest son’s school day to finish up. After certain passages there were discussion questions. The question was: “What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?” I assumed her answer would have something to do with sharing... [Read More]Read more
It was evident for weeks that my family needed to regroup. Three basketball teams and one cheer team with practices and games had the drivers in this house worn down. I was tired of an hour here or there of time with all six of us. I’m greedy about family time. We knew our school district had a four-day weekend in February, and we decided to leave the to-do list at home for a mini-retreat. We spent a few days... [Read More]Read more