It’s that time of year, school has started and the buses are rolling and the kids are suspiciously silent between 8-3. Wee man is almost 4 and we registered him for pre-school. During the registration, the people indicated that he might not be eligible this year for school. So I made LOTS of plans to homeschool him through his pre-school years and then send him on for kindergarten. I also received a phone call from my ex-step-father (someone I’ve only seen/heard from a handful of times in the past 15 years) and he needs someone to watch his son after school. Long and short of it, I only agreed because the boy has been badly abused by his mother and if G can’t find reliable, safe child-care, she’s going to try to get custody of K. So I agreed. I can’t sleep at night thinking that K would be going back into such a situation. I started caring for him a few weeks ago. It has been a major adjustment. There are some behavioral problems that we’re dealing with, but he’s shaping up well enough. I think he just needs the structure.
In the middle of all this, I get a phone call that, Wee man has been accepted into pre-school. I just sat and bawled. I cried off and on all day long. But he’s excited and he’s wanting to go, so we’re letting him go. He has his backpack ready, and he’s already visited with the teachers and he seems to be soaking it all up like a sponge. So I’ll have a whole new schedule to keep now. I’ll have all this free time and I’m clueless on how to use it. This whole time, I would daydream of all the wondrous things I’d accomplish if he were in daycare or pre-school and now that he’s going, I just want him to stay home.
We’ll see how this unfolds. I’m hoping to be able to dedicate more time to this blog. We’ll see. 🙂
Me as a baby/toddler
That’s me as a little girl. I think I was near 2 there. I was really into dresses growing up. I can remember the first time I chose a pair of pants instead of a dress. I was 9 years old, we were living in Augsburg, Germany and it was picture day. My Mom had a pretty dressed out and ready for me to go to school, when I put my foot down and THREW an absolute fit that I didn’t want to wear a dress. I wanted to wear pants. I didn’t have many to choose from because up to that point, I refused to wear them. So, my Mom, who wasn’t successful in getting me to change my mind, let me wear pants. That’s one of the first of many clashes she and I have had. I think that’s a part of the growing pains that both parents and children have to go through. And no matter what kind of grief I gave her, no matter how many times she wanted to throttle me (and I’m CERTAIN there was PLENTY as I was a trying child) she never did. She always stuck by her guns and did what she felt was right for me.
Now I’m not an only child. I do have a younger brother who’s almost 5 years younger. He presented his own unique issues with her. How she handled the two of us, I’ll never fathom. But she did. And considering how we’ve both turned out, I think she did a smashing job. We’re productive people, we both have children and they are loved and well-behaved. We don’t get wild and crazy.
I won’t go into my Mom’s story here. It’s her story to tell. However, I will say this, considering all things, my Mom has overcome some serious obstacles in her path to where she is. And I’m so happy and proud that she’s my Mom. She’s more than just my mother, she’s my friend. She’s one of the few people I can count on for good advice and she’ll tell me the truth whether or not I like it. She’s been my go to person when it comes to rearing my own son. And he positively adores her. He has to see her every other day at least and he has to talk with her on the phone daily. I have no idea what I’d do without her. I don’t think I can ever express just how important she is to me. And no matter the struggles we had in the past, we have such a strong bond and always have had one. So on this day I’m beyond grateful that I have the Mom that I have and she’s positively irreplaceable.
Kristen over at We Are THAT Family has a weekly post where she tells what works or does not work for her and her family. This is my contribution.
Cell phones…They do NOT work for me.
I’ll let that one sink in.
I know what you’re thinking. How can they NOT work for you?!?! Seriously, your entire life can subsist on that one little piece of equipment. And back when they came into our area, I had one and it was good. It was a phone. I made calls, I received calls…it worked like it was supposed to. And though yes, there was text messaging, it was a pay per message deal. Nothing at all like it is now.
Now, you can not only make calls, you can text, surf the internet, listen to music on the mp3 player, watch a movie, take photos, take video, keep in contact with people on instant messenger as well as facebook. Now they’re coming with applications that can be downloaded as well as qwerty keyboards so you don’t have to count how many times you push a number in order to get it to write.
How many people HONESTLY use their phone as a phone anymore? Now I’m not saying that they don’t still have their use, they do. I just don’t care for all the bells and whistles that is automatically on the phones. Not to mention the expense of something I might use less than 100 minutes in 6 months.
It’s just not something that adds any value to my life. So it doesn’t work for my family…
Don’t forget to check Kristen’s blog (linked at the top) for other Works For Me Wednesday posts. 🙂