Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Going against the grain.

She's three now.  Energy is in full force.  Sassiness is over the top.  As any mom will tell you, all kids are different, and boy do I have the perfect evidence to prove that truth. 
There seems to be a deep hunger in this three year old that my oldest daughter didn't have.  The hunger to push mom to the limits....just see exactly how far is too far.  The little dare devil enjoys getting into trouble more than sprinkles on a cupcake.
And seriously, lets just take a look at that face. Does it surprise anyone that trying to be forceful and instill discipline to this ball of cuteness can become highly toxic to my heart?
So in attempt to enjoy the cute moments and not allow frustrations to overcome the moments of butting heads (the term my husband has tagged on us), I was looking into preschools.  After some searching, I just couldn't help but cringe at the thought of telling my freshly three year old, "time for school today."  Just doesn't seem right, to me at least.  I know it works for several families out there and kudos to them. 
But, school?  [sigh]  School.  Can she just be a toddler for as long as she can? OK?  OK.
So now what?  Well, I found a athletic center very close to our home that offers a one day program for three year olds that is full of gymnastics, running, jumping, and playing.  Now this was sounding like exactly what Miss Energizer needs...and the break mom needs, too.  We would have our week, but have our space on one day.  Not at a school, but at gymnastics.  Perfect, right?!  I had my mind made up and was ready to sign the paper.

Then, this happened.
Before I was able to sign Hope up for her Mom's Day Out class, the first day of school happened for Emma.  And with any first day of school, I see a growing-too-quickly young lady that always sends my mind into the same racing thoughts over and over again...."if only I had one more day with her as a toddler."

Those five years of being a toddle are sketched away as memories now.  Everyday a treasure.  Everyday a confirmation that choosing to be a stay at home was, indeed, the right decision.  Looking back at pictures and seeing that chubby round face, with the sparkly dress up shoes, helping me mix up cookies, I only begin to wish there was just one more day like that....just one more.

The bells go off in my head.  I do have more days like that!  And one day, all to soon, Hope will be walking down that sidewalk, backpack in hand, with a mom holding a camera and thinking, "what I would give for just one more day."
So it is settled.  She ain't going anywhere but everywhere with me.  Me.  Her stay at home momma. 

We have LOTS of things to do.  Different things than older sister may have done, because they are different kids.  But none the less, we will make the most of these toddler days, because they too will pass way too fast.
Ending this post with a short side note....
I spent a morning at a social event full of stay-at-home moms a few days ago.  Many had toddlers with them.  While introducing and talking to people that weren't dancing to the Mickey Mouse theme song, I was taken back by the flow of conversation.  Once names and kid's ages were revealed, the next question repeatedly asked was, "now, which preschool does Hope go to." 
Really?  Really.  What an assumption.  I was austounded finding out I was the only stay at home mom that was actually staying at home with thier toddler on a full day to day basis. 
Then, not but two days later, at the local post office, Hope took up conversation with the lady behind us.  Revealing herself as a grandmother of a three year old, she asked Hope where she went to preschool.  The look on Hope's face was priceless.  She responded with, "my Emma in school, she ride a bus."

Settled. And apparently we're going against the grain.  But that's OK.  I'm kinda in love with the grain. 

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