This year Anna's birthday just happened to fall on the last day of school.
Cue Lesson #1- I was extremely concerned that being the middle child she would feel like the last day activities/field day would steal her thunder. Anna's view-"I can't believe my birthday is on field day! How cool is that?! I get to turn 8 on a day that is big for everyone!"
We enjoyed the last day of school but I was anxious...very anxious. I hadn't requested a teacher even though I knew one of them might not be the best fit for Anna. My reasoning was that it went against everything I have always taught my girls. You're not going to hit it off with everyone you meet in life. But as we stood in the hallway of the school and the parents and children swarmed as the roster was posted...I questioned myself. My heart sank as i saw she had said teacher and the majority of the girls she gelled with were in the other class.
Cue Lesson #2-Anna was a little disappointed that the majority of her friends were in the other class but the teacher wasn't an issue. In Anna's words "She's picky about mean kids and you know me moma, I'll be OK because I am SO sweet".
Cue Lesson #3- We picked Julia up from school and as soon as she got in the car she was so excited to see A&J's report cards. When she saw Anna's teacher she looked at me, saw the tension in my face and very calmly said "That is great Anna! I want you to know that if you need ANYTHING at all next year I am here for you. I can't believe you are going to be a big 3rd grader!" When we got home and Anna was safely out of earshot Julia approached me. "Moma, I think you underestimate Anna. You have always taught us that it is better to have the tools you need in life to deal with difficult situations than to run away from them."
Teach your children well so that when the going gets tough...you can learn from them.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Legs
Growing up I hated my "short stocky" legs. They were the furthest thing from feminine and that REALLY bothered me. As a result I tried to eat very little and stretch them out in the hopes that they would magically get thinner and longer.
My poor legs were supporting me but unfortunately I wasn't in the frame of mind to support them.
It didn't matter how hard I tried to change them...my legs were my legs. I thought they sucked. How depressing.
Fast forward 25 years.
Last week I snuck in a quick ride after Scott got home. I was all alone. The sun was positioned just so that I could perfectly see my own shadow. My heart was pounding. I caught a glimpse of my shadow and thought...
Who's legs are those?! Could they possibly be mine? I loved them, but wait...
They weren't skinny, they werent long. They were better than that! They were strong.
The very legs that I had written off years ago were stepping up to the plate.
I didn't care what they looked like or how other people saw them. They were mine. There for me. For a minute I felt foolish.
All along they were just waiting for me to embrace them.
Dear legs,
I finally get it. Thank you.
I promise if any of my daughters inherit you I will make sure that they appreciate you well before I did.
XO,
Me
Friday, November 19, 2010
happy birthday to our big little girl
There is this little girl...
Ok, so maybe now she is a young lady...but she always has been and always will be our little girl.
She is one fantastic person.
Her parents have always been in awe of her.
She is smart.
She is humble.
She is kind.
She has her father's sense of humor and her mother's tenacity.
Her parents have always wondered how they could be blessed with such a fantastic child.
People stop them on the street to ask them if they know how wonderful their daughter is.
They know.
This little girl...their daughter... enriches their lives every day.
Today Julia turns *deep breath* fourteen. She is just as fantastic today as the day we first laid eyes on her.
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you Julia
Julia, Julia ocean child, calls me
So I sing the song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing the song of love, Julia
Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
In the sun
When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia
So, I sing the song of love, Julia
(A few fitting lyrics from the song that inspired her name.)
It's funny, I think that a lot of children are shaped by their parents. When Julia came into our lives we were young. Don't get me wrong, ready for her...but young. We had no idea what love and sacrifice really was.
With her free spirit and zest for life, she shaped us.
I can only hope that we have taught Julia as much as she has taught us.
Happy Birthday to our big little girl.
Sometimes (Always) it's hard as parents to let go a little.
But when we do (Never)...
I hope that you know we will always be there for you
And...
That we can't wait to watch you soar.
Friday, November 12, 2010
rise and shine
Here are a few things I can count on every morning.
Anna "Wow! Look at me, I don't know how I do it!" will wake up with bed head regardless of the hair product I put in it the night before.
It doesn't matter what is for breakfast. She will find a way to get it all over her face (and everywhere else for that matter).
This little face with her messy hair, food plastered everywhere will look up at me with her big eyes and instantly make my day.
Monday, November 1, 2010
welcome to wonderland
Halloween was a blast this year! We are always psyched when it lands on a weekend so we're not rushing to cram everything in and get out the door.
We started with a little outdoor pumpkin carving.
I have always wanted the girls to dress in a theme. We got close last year with the witches but not exactly what I had in mind. I spit out everything I can think of but it never fails that at least one of the girls has a mind of their won...The nerve! This year it worked! Everyone was on board. We had so much fun pulling their costumes together!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Can you guess the the book character pumpkin?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Chicago you're my home...if I didn't live in Boston.
I am not a super sensitive girl.
Loving?
Yes.
Nurturing?
Gimme that seed and I promise you it WILL grow.
Protective?
Maybe too much.
Strong?
I'd like to think so and not only in the brute force kind of way.
Sensitive?
Ehhh, not so much. Suck it up.
The people that truly know me know that sensitivity is not an attribute that I am known for. It's not a trait that comes naturally to me. So, when I tell you I had to take a deep breath before I wrote this post so that my emotions didn't take over.....
You'll know that what you're reading is all the notes I jotted down on and am now wearing on my sleeve. There is no possible way I can capture this experience in a blog post. But I'm going to try!
Saturday morning we left for Chicago. My mum flew out 2 days before and would be there waiting for us. The girls were so excited! Anna & Jane had never been on a plane and Julia's only experience was before she could remember. I woke up with a sore throat and chalked it up to nerves.
We were headed to the Windy City!
Once we got on the plane I really started stressing. My throat was KILLING me. I couldn't swallow water so I decided to chew gum. Chew, chew, chew, pop! All of a sudden there was a tooth where it shouldn't be. I reached in and grabbed the bubble gum covered crown out of my mouth. Now I'm REALLY freaking. Sore throat. Lost tooth. Still trying to stay positive for the race but obviously in the back of my mind I am aware this may not end up being the race I was hoping for. It's all good.
Moments like this reminded me that the trip was about so much more than just some race.
Catching some Z's
We touched down in Chicago, grabbed our rental, plugged in the GPS and headed to my brother's house. We were cruising down the highway when Anna rolled down the window and stuck her little face out. "Whoa, I know why they call it the windy city". Scott and I cracked up.
We do not get to spend nearly enough time with my brother and his family so when I tell you we couldn't wait to arrive...I'm putting it mildly. The girls were talking for months about visiting their Aunt, Uncle and Cousin Sammy. I was SO happy that this trip was not only about a race but bringing our family together.
I can't even explain the joy this little guy brought us while we were there. Do you like to dance? Think you're pretty good at it?
Meet Samuel. He's better. :)
After we settled in we went to a local fall festival where the kids had a great time jumping in bouncy houses and running through fountains. It was HOT. The grounds were amazing and it was really nice to see the kids let loose and have fun together.
Saturday night when we were all getting ready for bed I picked up my phone and called my new friend Lori.
Before Chicago Lori and I met once at a race in Boston. We were introduced by my fabulous friend Jess. Jess is beyond description. That is how fabulous she is. I have to stay focused on what this post is about or else I will go on a tangent about how Jess has breathed new life into our school.
So,
Lori and I stayed in loose contact leading up to the race and hoped we would be able to find each other. After all we were in similar situations. Realistically I'm pretty sure we both thought it was a long shot. Through email we discovered that we were flying out on different days, staying in unfamiliar territory and then there is the whole crowd thing.
So when I called the night before the race my expectations weren't very high. I was beside myself when I got through to Lori and she was receptive to finding a meeting place. "Ask her if she knows The Bean. We can meet her there at 6:45" my brother said after having zero knowledge that I wanted to meet anyone at all but obviously seeing the relief in my face that I wouldn't have to walk to the start line alone. "I know The Bean! I'll see you there." Feeling at this point? Pure joy!
Winding down with Grandma
Meet Henry. Anna's new best friend.
Ahh, Sunday. Scott and I woke up at 4:15am Sunday morning to get ready for the race. My brother was already up with coffee brewing. There was some talk about who would go and who would stay. My brother offered to take me in to the city so that the girls could sleep after just having flown in the day before. Honestly, I stayed out of it because at that point I was already in awe of the support I was receiving that I didn't have a preference. I wanted it to work for them. After much deliberation Scott decided that we would wake the girls early ("We're good at this!") because with 40,000 runners it would difficult to get in to the city (if at all) any later. We would follow my brother in to the city, he would get us situated and head home to our mum and his family.
It was the perfect morning. We were up and out the door on time, my brother got us into and parked in the city like it was his job. I don't even want to add that I was still chewing gum just to swallow my own spit because at the time it wasn't even on my radar. Race morning was pure bliss! Friends and family were only allowed to a certain point and the crowds were getting thick. The girls were were falling behind. We decided that Scott would stay with the girls...Chris would walk with me until it was clear that it was runner's only.
Looking back, I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I was lucky enough to have the time with Scott and the girls that I did. But It was beyond words to have my big brother see me off.
Anna's view from the car of the city race morning
Julia, Uncle Chris, Anna & Jane under The Bean
Meeting Lori. Nerves setting in!
Right off the bat I knew that this wasn't going to be the race I was planning on. But standing in a crowd of forty thousand people will make you do crazy things. I knew I was sick (as much as I tried to deny it). I also knew that I could finish sick or not. Even if that meant finishing far beyond my expectations. I looked up at the big clock as I crossed the starting line and it read 75 degrees, much warmer than I was used to. At mile 17 I would look up again and see 91 degrees. By mile 20 there were so many people walking in front of me that running was almost impossible. The cheering had gone from "GO! You can do it" to race volunteers on bull horns screaming "We're on a code red walk if you need to!" I'm sure a lot of people PR'd that day. I am not using the weather or my health as an excuse. Because (see above) I'm a suck it up type girl. I am a firm believer that the best racers pull it out when they are faced with adversity. On that day, I can honestly say I gave it all I had even though I knew it wasn't all I was capable of.
Again, I'm a small town girl and use to having my family's arms to crumble into when I cross the finish line. This time...not so much. I have never crossed a finish line needing my family so much and then being told that I needed to walk 2 blocks to find them at the "meeting tent". Do I understand their strategy? Yes. It was such a big race that they had to keep the flow of runners moving through the gate and obviously couldn't handle family/spectators where the runners where finishing.
*Deep breath*
I crossed the finish line WELL beyond my goal. I was JUNK. At mile 25 I was already shaking and holding back tears. Imagine what I was like when I crossed the finish line...I needed my family.
This part of the experience is so hard to describe. I couldn't talk. I wanted my family. If I tried to talk, I could only cry.
The "meeting tent" was set up 2 blocks away. I staggered through the crowds of runners asking each and every volunteer where I could find my family while trying not to burst into tears. "Go straight, take a left, blah, blah , blah" was all I heard. "Where did they just tell me to go?" I decided to just follow the crowds and hope that Scott would find me. I circled the Buckingham fountain. Families were coming together everywhere. My legs were barely moving. At one point a golf cart passed me carrying another runner. I swear to god if my voice was working I would have asked for a ride. I bumped into another volunteer and asked again through tears where I might find my family. Finally I got it. I knew where I was supposed to go. "See that white tent in the distance? It is the tent just beyond that." I tried to rally knowing that I would meet my family there. I headed on dead legs to the tent beyond the tent. I walked a few feet and that's when I saw him.
I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that when I saw Scott I thought he was a mirage. I tried to call his name twice before I was able to make my voice actually work. When it did and he hugged me...I lost it. When I finally pulled myself together and looked around I saw my beautiful girls and my brother who has decided to stay for the entire race. I can't even tell you how happy I was.
Anna's picture of the Sears tower which we were informed is now the "What chu talkin' bout Willis tower" We all agreed it doesn't have the same ring.
The girls taking in the city with Daddy & Uncle Chris
Jane in the lobby of my brothers building. Scott and Chris did an unbelievable job of entertaining the kids for 4+ hours.
Me and Scott's thumb at mile 24. At this point I think we were both exhausted. :)
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