Tonight’s plan is to watch The Oscars. Azul, my six year-old loves award shows, so we watch most of them together. Thinking about this reminded me of when this happened…
From February 24, 2013
We were watching The Academy Awards tonight and my four year-old was loving it! He was jumping around, laughing at the jokes and mocking the winners, but eventually, like all good things, it had to come to an end. Although the awards were still being handed out, it was eight-zero-zero and time for Azul to go to bed. With his PJs on, teeth brushed, face cleaned, tucked in bed and a kiss good night, in an Oscar winning tone, the last thing he said to me was, “Please tell me who the Academy Award goes to.”
It’s that time of year again, holiday parties, holiday brews and holiday cocktails, all in the spirit of the season. Don’t get me wrong, I love this time of year, and other than the word “holiday,” I do my best to give it my all every season.
From January 10, 2013
Last night I asked Azul, my five year-old, if he drank all of his milk and he replied, “I’d…mumble…mumble.”
Not understanding the “mumble” I said, “You dumped it?”
He answered, “I drunk it. Drunk is my favorite word!”
I nodded and thought, me too.
I am proud to say I am still a Lego Mom.
From January 31, 2014
Pregnancy does a crazy thing to a person. All of your thoughts, ideas, and worries turn into irrational fears. And my irrational fears, or “crazies,” at times have been a little misguided. One of my fears when I found out I was going to be a mom was eventually having that position turn into being a Soccer Mom! The stereotypical image of wearing gym clothes in public, with my hair cut in an asymmetrical bob, driving an SUV and screaming at my child every Saturday, while he was running across a grassy field and I ate chips, sounded like a nightmare to me. Of course like all fears, I exaggerated this to the umpteenth degree, and not to mention the hormones flowing through my newly pregnant body like a dam had broken, it scared me!
Now, in order to compensate for my “crazies,” I focused on it, repeated it, and constantly made fun of myself about it. I guess it’s kind of like following the instructions on a Shampoo bottle: rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat; and that’s what I did, believing the more I repeated it, I would be able to cleanse myself from my thoughts (I will say I have always done this — even before I was a parent. True or not, this just seems like the best way for me to deal with things). So for years I said that my only fear of being a parent was someday I would have to be a Soccer Mom. Rinse, repeat.
Well, five years later I got soap in my eyes!
In the mail we received one of those super glossy, extra-large post card advertisements for the local indoor soccer field. They were soliciting for their “little kickers” group which is the beginning class for soccer. Not even thinking about it, I asked Azul, “You want to join a kid’s soccer team and play soccer?” Azul looked at me like I was crazy, rolled his eyes and said, “Ugh! I thought you wanted to be a Lego Mom not a Soccer Mom!” Rinse, rinse, rinse!
All I could think was, Well, I guess I have said that a time or two before. I replied, “Good call my love, I forgot. Thank you for keeping me on track!” Azul is a card-carrying member of the local Lego Club, but sometimes I still think, My hair wouldn’t look so bad in a bob!