A mothering journey with my two beautiful girls
A dear friend wrote a short poem for my birthday. Usually, I only write my mothering journey on this blog, but it is so sweet (and by far the best poem I’ve ever gotten) I thought it is worthy for me to remember:
T wenty-six mile race — a walk in the park
I ndependence wrapped in a big heart
N otes on a page — effortlessly played
A consistent faith in our Saviour and Maker
Happy Birthday, Tina!
Thanks S!!
Livy turns TWO today!!
We had a wonderful birthday party at Pullen Park last Sat with her preschool classmates. I was specially thankful for a beautiful sunny morning, and it was really nice being able to chit chat with the parents and watch the little ones having a great time.
Birthday Party Photos
Password is Livy123
I had to be a playground policemon TWICE this weekend, but one incident today left me feeling disturbed to the core.
Playground A:
A girl was playing in the sand pit. After she filled her shovel out, she threw the sand backwards it hit a boy in the face. At first I thought she didn’t know there was a child behind her and thought that maybe her parent would soon say something, but realized soon that she did know there is someone behind her and she repeated a few times on purpose
Me: Excuse me [I walked over and tapped on her shoulder]
Girl: Hi, my name is X, that’s my big brother Y, and I have another brother Z.
Me: Hi X, it’s nice to meet you. Can you not throw the sand at other people because it hurts his eyes when you do it.
Girl: Ok. I’m digging a hole.
Me: Ok. Thank you very much.
We chitchatted some more and she went on to dig her hole without bothering the shy little boy again. That was it. It’s a normal “grown up reminds little manner to kids” conversation, and everyone was happy and safe at the end.
Playground B:
Livy was climbing up the playset. Two girls ran over wanting to get up the same way. They pushed Livy (nearly knocked her over to the ground) while screaming “Get out of the Way! Get out of the Way!”
Me: Hey girls, It’s not ok to push little babies like that. You need to let babies go up first because she was there first.
Girl 1: I wanted her to get out of the way.
Me: Well, It’s not ok.. [didn’t even finish my sentence]
Gril 2: (screamed in my face, btw), We don’t like you.
Me: You don’t have to like me, but it’s still not ok for you two to push little kids.
They ran up to the top of the playset, to my shock, started the shooting motion with their hands at me.
Me: What do you two think you’re doing?
That was only half of the story. Girl 2 came back as a ‘lion’ wanted to ‘eat me up’ shortly.
I don’t think I’ve ever met any 3-4 year olds who are that mean spirited. It was definitely a very sad eye opener to say the least.
We skipped Chinese School to attend the Spring Fling 2008 at the girls’ preschool. We had a blast (sans meimei’s pony ride. She didn’t enjoy it very much)
I have this maternal fear that one day I am going to lose Livy. The baby would walk off on us wheneve she chooses to. She plays hide and seek and literally not make any sound for a long period of time. I had told friends many times that I know for sure if I were to have a third child, I would lose Livy because I simply don’t have that many eyes to keep track of all of them.
We went to a park today. Again, the little girl started to walk away from the playground.
me: “Olivia, where are you going?”
Livy: stopped, didn’t look back… then started walking away again.
me: “Livy, where are you going?”
Livy: turned and gave me a smirk.. kept walking.
This is how far she is from us before she even cared to turn back. That’s right. She is that little tiny dot on the far end of the path:
She did turn to us a couple times in respones to our “bye, Livy” and waved to us before heading further again.
When I dropped off Maddy in school this morning, Jacob, one of her good friends, ran to the filer and got a piece of paper from Maddy’s folder then skipped to me-
J: Hi Madison’s mom, I made something for Madison.
Me: Oh yea, can I see it?
J: Sure
It reads
“I love you, Maddy. I hope you have a great time marrying me
Love,
Jacob”
The girl was given the instruction to write back “Jacob, Thank you for the letter” because daddy thought mommy’s response “Jacob, you have to wait until I finish college and find a good job” is too long for the girl to write.
After I tugged Livy in and came back to check on Maddy, she has her letter done:
It reads
” Madison I love you Chen..
Jacob, Thank you for the letter”
Somehow, I don’t think she got my point across. Oh well. Here is a picture of them two hanging out like buddies in school-
