The thing about being a Mom is that you learn very quickly that although you are in charge of your household, things are never ever going to turn out the way you expect ever again. This is so true to the core that the biggest surprise is when life actually goes according to the plan. And yet, because we are capable, ambitious human beings we Moms continue to set schedules and make plans and we give everything we’ve got to making things happen in this life that we make with our families. The last week, much like the week before I hand grand plans of making time to write. I thought I was being very realistic scheduling just a little time to show you the projects I’d recently finished before I had a full house. I thought I’d share what the last week of school meant in our house. I wanted to tell you about my son’s birthday and my daughter’s Kindergarten graduation. In reality, I had a knitting date, bought a new light for the snake’s tank, ironed clothes for my husband’s last minute business trip, talked a lot with the kids about our feelings about the end of school, dried some tears, and managed to get the cupcakes baked & frosted for my son’s birthday treat. And then I had a big gin and tonic.
Emotions were kind of high at my house — the last day of school was Tuesday and there was a lot loaded into finishing out this year. Not only is my 9-year-old not yet convinced that homeschooling is going to be awesome, but to pile on the stress and sadness he just always struggles with the end of the school year. He has the biggest heart on Earth and bonds deeply each year with his wonderful teachers and in addition to his not returning to public school, his beloved first grade teacher is retiring and his current 3rd grade teacher is moving on to a principal position 45minutes away. We are close with all the teachers at our school — honestly, I don’t know if the kids or I will miss them more — and we wish them nothing but the best life has to offer, but the finality of those two very important people no longer being there to visit just a few steps away from our house hit my little guy hard. It has been one of those parenting moments that requires having the steadfast commitment to follow through with what you know is right for your child in the face of crocodile tears and a very vocal yet misdirected skepticism. Instead of writing, I was giving hugs and reassurances. I was making cards with contact information to pass out to friends and signing the kids up for art camp. I was letting the kids linger on the playground with their friends after school for as long as they wanted. I was fielding questions and accepting loads of support. Thankfully only once did I find myself looking into the face of someone clearly horrified with our decision. And I was constantly reassuring everyone — including myself — that it is going to be ok. No, really, it’s going to be great. Emotional management this week was a bigger job than I had anticipated and at the end of the day simply much more important than writing here. As is the case with children though, the time investment was well worth it.
My daughter, she was a little sad, but true to form she has this unshakeable zest for life. She hammed it up for her Kindergarten graduation ceremony, delighting us with her air guitar through the entire opening song. She was just all smiles and hugs for everyone.
By bedtime, she was asking when she could start her homeschool and was severely disappointed when I said September, just like public school. While tucking her into bed I was negotiated into promising her a new workbook and allowing her to ‘practice’ homeschool right away.
My son isn’t as excited to get back to school work, but by request he did get to bake and decorate his own birthday cake.
My husband went to his conference in Chicago with his freshly ironed business casual wear and my mom came to visit and brought a couple giant sets of Legos for the birthday boy — although we missed having my hubby around all this departure from the norm such great distractions for the kiddos during the short transition. On our rainy Wednesday, my mom and I treated the kids to lunch at one of their fave restaurants and a trip to the bookstore in exchange for a stop at Cream City Yarn. It was the first time visiting for my mom, so it was extra exciting and as usual we had the warmest of warm welcomes. I always feel right at home in this shop and it is always so hard to choose what comes home with me. In the end, I picked up yarn for a special surprise for my daughter’s birthday in October…
A small load of Quince & Co Chickadee to make a set of the Mary, Millie, and Morgan dolls. I improvised a bit on colors — more pink & blue, less purple, but I was really happy to find a couple of the heathers that have been out of stock online with Quince for a while. There’s one color I may still pick up — petal — to give the little ginger doll a blush to her skin. I may also just go with the egret and have her be a wee bit pale to save the extra skein. I haven’t decided yet and thankfully I have some time.
I squished the absolutely gorgeous Sheepish Merino DK for the first time in the could-have-been-made-for-especially-for-me Fox River colorway and might have bought the lot of it. Seriously, I felt like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings when I looked at it. Unfortunately (or fortunately for my bank account), I could not remember the name of the pattern I had in mind so I left it there. Gulp. My Precious! I did finally figure it out — the pattern is Portico. I’ll be back for the yarn before too long I hope– I’m not sure it’ll be a perfect match as the pattern is written for a sport weight and this is a DK, but I think it may be close enough to be worth a try anyway.
My mom departed yesterday and my husband returned from Chicago, so today is the first real day of getting back into the groove of normal life. ‘Normal’ being that my carefully laid plans are already thwarted (the kids and I are unexpectedly without a car, for starters). No bother though, I’m a Mom. I’ve got this.