I was truly overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from all of you. There was so much honesty and kindness and courage in your comments. And it made an incredible difference to me. So thank you.
I immediately returned to a semi sinful life of espresso drinks, white wine and sushi. Well, to be totally honest, I never stopped eating sushi. But please don’t rat me out to my doctor. I’m not Wonder Woman over here.
The upside of totally feeling like crap is that my kids really don’t care. They need their snacks and they need help brushing their hair and they need me to fix that insanely high volume electronic toy that just suddenly went perfectly, blissfully silent.
So the frenzy of the day spins around us and it keeps me sort of preoccupied.
Today we visited the children’s library and picked out books to take home (four books in English and one in Spanish despite my insistence that I don’t really speak Spanish). But Dylan is undeterred by this inconvenient but apparently not insurmountable fact.
Our last visit, she took out three Spanish books so I’m actually making some progress.
As we are standing in line, waiting to check out, my 4 year-old says to me,
“Why don’t we just check the books out ourselves?”
“How do we do that?” I respond.
“Over here,” as she shows me the self check-out machine which I have never noticed before.
“But it says here you need a pin code. That’s a number you type in. I don’t know my pin code,” I explain to her.
“You get it from the lady at the desk,” she says patiently. When did she become patient?
And she is right. The woman at the desk can look up my pin code. And then Dylan proceeds to help me check out all our books. Apparently, she learned this from our babysitter.
Later that day, I ask Dylan,
“So now that you taught me how to check out books, what can I teach you?”
“A new way to walk,” she replies.
I mean, obviously. I feel so dumb that I even had to ask.
Hmm… Let’s see. A new way to walk…
“Well, I do have this fancy, fun walk I’ve been saving for a Democratic presidency.”
Yes, of course, I really said that. Don’t you know me by now?
And I showed Dylan this silly, spontaneous, super goofy, kind of embarrassing walk that made her laugh.
And me laugh.
And it felt like a start.
To moving on.
At least a bit.
mama bird notes:
Our contributing mama Daphne Beiner is now also a contributor for the new Rocky Mountain Moms blog! Congrats Daphne. But, of course, that means coming up with a bio. Damn, those pesky bios. Should she mention her bar shimmying skills or her home birth first? Click on contributing mamas to read more.
I recently had the chance to meet two awesome bloggers. I had coffee with the fabulous and model tall Denise from Eat, Play, Love. Despite my warnings to absolutely not venture uptown to battle the crowds at American Girl, she did it anyway. Which just goes to show, she really loves her kids.
And I also had the chance to grab some Italian food with the delightful Scrappysue of New Zealand. Somehow her husband and four beautiful girls allowed her to travel across the world to visit New York City. And we, here in the United States, are very grateful.
Last chance to enter the Votre Vu giveaway. Just leave a comment on the mama bird diaries and you are entered.