Do you remember that book, “A Separate Peace” from high school? All I can really remember is that there was a very important quote… “The more things change, the more they remain the same.”
What the hell did that mean anyway? Because it seems like if something remains the same, then it doesn’t really change much, does it?
I’m so glad I’m no longer in 10th grade English.
I was thinking about quotes because I have a new quote for motherhood…
“The more I learn about parenting, the less I know.”
I’ve been talking a very big game about the age four for quite a while. I tell everyone that it’s a complete turning point. Your child goes from an irrational, tantruming toddler into a delightful young lady or man. It’s like a miracle.
Because that is exactly what happened with my daughter Dylan (who is now six and still a delightful young lady 90% of the time).
Then I had the chance to meet Summer. Have you met her?
She’s also my daughter.
And I’m pretty sure she is the whiniest girl on the planet. I don’t even know why I’m excluding the other planets. I’m sure she’s the whiniest there too.
This weekend we took a winter hike. It really seemed like a lovely idea and I applaud my husband for coming up with it. We are trying to make winter fun since it’s evidently never ever ending.
It was a beautiful, sunny and crisp Sunday afternoon. You could hear the rustling of the treetops and the deer prancing through the woods.
Well, not if you were standing near us.
If you were walking with our crew, all you heard was Summer.
“I want to go home.”
“I can’t walk.”
“I want to go first. I want to be in front. Let me be in front!!!!! Dylan’s not letting me be in front!!!!”
“I want to go home. I want to go home!!! I want to be in front!!!!”
For an hour and a half.
At one point, I had to walk way ahead to keep my brain from actually exploding with frustration and impatience. Don’t be fooled by this photo (She’s very crafty that one)…
Four is apparently not a turning point for everyone.
The more I learn about parenting, the less I know.
That night, after Summer was asleep, I went in and watched her breathe. I kissed her soft cheeks and stroked her silky tangled hair. She was so beautiful. And quiet.
mama bird notes:
Catch me over at The Mouthy Housewives today giving some half way decent advice.
And I’ve joined Babble!! I’ll be writing a blog on life in New York with kids. I’ll be sharing lots of cool stuff to do with your children because apparently yelling is not actually considered an activity. So check it out.