Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2011

cute faces mean good parenting, right?

 I had one of those days.  One of those days where I kept asking Karl, "Why do they just let people have kids?"  And let me be clear.  It wasn't because of what my kids were doing.  It was because of my parenting skills.  Or I should say, lack of parenting skills.  The morning starting with, amidst the usual chaos, overhearing Samuel ask loudly (most questions he asks are loud.  It's an unfortunate fact that the louder you say something in this family, the higher the chance of you getting any sort of response), "When is Easter Egg day?"  In his six year old honesty, his single question let me know how well I had taught my son the meaning of Easter.  Not much more than days of coloring eggs, eating egg-shaped candy, and chucking eggs down big hills. Awesome parenting.
So then, the day goes on and and we go with a realtor to look at houses.  Phone rings around 1:15.  Instead of, "Hi Mom," sweet little Eva greets me with, "Mom, it's Wednesday."  Which means it's short day and I am 45 minutes late.  We rush to pick them up.  I send Karl into the office because the last time I went in, they scolded me for not having a local phone number.  We still don't.  It's on our list. 
Oh, just so no one tries to tell me that forgetting to pick your kids up early on early day doesn't make you a bad mom... how about the fact that this is the second time.  The last time this happened, I made sure to be on time the next day.  And the cute little Japanese crossing guard that always has the kids "give him five" when they cross, says to my kids, "Mommy no forget you today?"  


So, back to this bad parenting day...
Samuel starts to tell us about his awesome day on his field trip to the fire station.  That is when I remember the note that they sent home telling us about it.  And the mental note (which is as good as, well, I might as well write it on an Etch A Sketch.  And as soon as I start walking, it starts to disappear) I made to myself to remember to send Samuel in shoes.  Seriously, they put it in bold to send the kids in shoes on field trip days.  But my Etch-A-Sketch head sent Samuel to school in flip flops (or "slippers" as they call them here) as usual.  Poor Samuel was the ONLY kid with slippers on.  He said he was embarrassed.  Bad parenting.

On top of that, Eva had to pull a card.  She never has to pull cards.  She didn't do her homework.  I take the blame.  Maybe just because I was already having a bad parenting day but I think the real reason was because I scheduled the day super heavy (Japanese class, Hula class, and then a church activity) and Eva had zero down time that day.  Um, teacher?  Eva couldn't do her homework because her mom was too busy overscheduling her.
I wish I had an excuse.  Like, we are trying to figure out where we are going to live in August and that means a lot of decisions and decisions exhaust me.  I have some sort of self diagnosed decision induced narcolepsy or something.  But, I am afraid that this might me kind of normal for me and this day I cared that I am this way.  

As to not make this post entirely negative, I inserted a few photos that have been making me smile, lately.  Samuel, with his mouth wide open for the photo?  Normal.  Maximus with his mouth wide open for the photo?  This was a first.  Samuel taught him well, right?  We laughed pretty hard at this one.  And the last one?  This was taken with my phone.  My phone!  I stuck matching T-shirts in Eva and Samuel's Wednesday slot (they don't have much matchy stuff, Eva's is from our Chicago trip years ago and Samuel's is from Dillard's awesome clearance sale) and they came bouncing in after they got dressed.  We hurried and dressed Max in his (this one is from my awesome sister in law) and snapped a shot.  Bed head, puffy sleepy eyes, sitting on my bed, camera phone, and they look like a million bucks.  

Please judge my parenting skills by how cute my kids are.  Thanks.  

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

i told you so

On Fridays we have "Family Fun Night."  It means Karl stops working at 6:30 and we go and do something fun.  It is something we look forward to all week.  
Last Friday, to Eva's dismay, was a night full of Olympic Opening Ceremonies.  
I checked the TV schedule.  It said Olympics at 6:30.  So after trying to hype it up a little (Karl more so, as he has Canada pride), we turned on the TV promptly at 6:30 only to find very tragic news of the young Georgian luger, Nodar Kumaritashvili, had crashed and died.  I guess they weren't thinking of the 5 and 7 year olds (kind of) excited to see the (supposed) amazing Olympics when they showed the video of the crash over and over and over and over again.  Samuel gravitated towards the TV just like we all crane our necks when passing an accident.  Then came the questions.  Then came the delayed wisdom where we turned off the TV.  That was more than enough information.  And the so sad image will always remain in my head, and unfortunately my kids'.  

So on the news today, they said that Nodar had talked to his father on the phone and expressed his concern with the track.  His dad told him to go slower.  

As a parent, there are so many times that I tell my little ones to be careful.  There are so many times that they don't listen.  Then there are so many times that they get hurt.  Hopefully never ever as tragically as this Georgian athlete.  But when they are crying and wanting me to kiss it (so glad it still works for them), there are so many times when I want to say, "I told you..."  But it isn't because I wanted to be right (I have just about given up on that one).  It is because I want them to listen next time.  Because I happen to know that spinning with a blanket over your head when you are too close to the coffee table hardly ever ends up pretty.


(Watching the Women's Luge right now.  My thoughts were, "Why would they do that after that guy died?"  At the exact same time I was thinking that Karl says, "That would be so fun."  After I tell him what I was thinking he says, "I wouldn't go so fast that I would hurt myself."  Those, my friends, will be Karl's last words.  And if you know him, you will agree.)


(The girl just crashed.  The image triggered some very negative feelings.  Now, among other logical reasons, I realize why I think they luge is insane.  It has everything to do with my Alpine slide crash of 1994.)

My heart goes out to his parents.

On a much much much lighter note.  Every time Mary Carillo talks (which is too much to me, because I just want to watch the events and get kind of tired of all of the commentary stuff) I giggle a little because she really really reminds me of Miss Jane Hathaway of the Beverly Hillbillies (or at least of what I remember of her since I haven't seen that show in ages).  

 

These are the things that I think about as I watch the Olympics.  Oh, and that the athletes are very strong and fast and the iceskating is pretty.  Wonder why I'm not a sports commentator?

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