See, I thought I would be able to write down all those cute little anecdotes, sayings, events here in this blog and be able to go back and read it years from now and say, "Oh, I remember that!" And I will, because I wrote some of it down here. But, as they say, life happens. And I'll be honest, I've been too busy living in that life to sit down and write about it.
I have to tell you that I did have plans to sit down and write a catchy little blog post after my kids were blissfully tucked into bed. I could sit down with a nice glass of wine or even a cup of coffee, relax and write about the things on my mind, what occurred during the day/week or even just to brag about my kid a little! But seriously? Who the hell am I kidding? When I put my darlings, and they really are by the way, blissfully to bed, I too am headed to my bed. I'm wiped out. I might have 20 minutes in me to read a little, but that is about it. To actually sit down and write out a blog post? HAHAHAHAHA yeah, right. I'm way too brain fried for that. Not in a bad way either. So please don't think that I'm saying I'm so exhausted from my children that I can't function longer than 20 minutes after they go to bed. I am exhausted from living this wonderful life. A life with my best friend, our two awesome kids, my dad and my brother. I love this kind of exhausted!
Big C and Little C are doing great. I know it sounds cliche, but I am so blessed....really! I deal with the fear, that I'm sure nearly all parents deal with, that I'm not doing something right. That my kids won't grow up to be good, decent, moral individuals who can think for themselves and choose to do the right thing, no matter the situation. These are the years that are so impressionable. I am their example of...well lots of things. What a human being should be, a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister. I am their role model. The person they will choose to emulate and try to become like. At least for now I am. That is a huge responsibility. Little eyes watch me all the time. I'm not perfect, at all. I'm like....really, really far from perfect. So they are already getting a flawed perception of what to strive for. But I do go to bed at night wondering if I gave them a good example. If I was a positive role model that day. Can I do better tomorrow?
And sure, I'd love to write about what runs through my mind. Except, I'm too tired from trying to put those thoughts into action each day. So while I won't be winning any blog awards or burning up the web with millions of followers waiting with baited breath for the next installment of my life, I will stop here occasionally and write stuff down. It might not be stuff you want to read about...but hey, it's my blog so neener, neener, neener! If you are OK with me just blowing in every now and again and jotting something down, then I'm A-OK with you reading it every now and again.
So what have we been up too? Well.....
Big C is now in kindergarten. Hard to believe. I cried on the first day of school when he climbed on the bus. Like...ugly cried. And I cried again on the second day too. And...I still longingly watch the bus at it pulls away everyday. Don't judge me.
He is also learning martial arts and he's doing really well with it. So this happened.....
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He earned his green belt the end of September. He will be a green belt for a minimum of 4 months. He has a lot to learn during that time. But, I have faith in him. I absolutely love watching him practice martial arts. It has really helped him learn to think for himself.
Little C is in PreK. I also cried, on the same day, just a few hours later when the bus picked her up and took her off to school. So that is 2 ugly cries in one day for me. Not a record, but impressive nonetheless. I stare longingly as her bus pulls away everyday too. She is also learning martial arts. She isn't as excited about it as Big C, but she always has fun while she is there. So this just happened with her........
She has now earned her Distinguished Senior stripes on her white belt. She looks excited doesn't she? She wasn't. I kept telling her to smile. That was the best she could muster. I have a love/hate relationship with watching her during practice. She is 4, so she is still in that rainbows, glitter, unicorns pooping skittles, twirling around and not paying attention phase. Sometimes I'd like nothing more than to run out onto the floor and tell her to knock it off and pay attention, but of course, I can't. So, I just cover my eyes, like I'm watching a scary movie (although I totally don't do that with movies, I love scary movies!) and peek at her through my fingers. Sometimes, she really surprises me!
Oh yeah....this also happened...........
So how about you? Have you thought you wished you had more time to do something, but found you were so busy living life that you just never got to it? Were you OK with that, or were you disappointed? Why did you feel that way?
