“Don’t catch me, Mommy!” my three-year-old exclaimed as I reached for him.
He was busy bounding up and down the bleacher steps at his Daddy’s baseball game last night. Happy and confident, he was taking such pleasure in the loud “boom” the metal planks made with each exaggerated step that he took. He was having a most wonderful time.
I, on the other hand, was watching with bated breath. My insides clenched with anxiety with each move he made, as I just waited for him to fall. My mommy instincts were in full effect, and I swooped in to rescue him. I reached out for his hand. Continue reading
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I will always vividly remember the day that I learned I was going to be a Heart Mom.
It was midway through my first pregnancy, and my husband and I were at our Anatomy Scan appointment at my doctor’s office. We were so excited knowing that in just minutes we would find out if we were having a boy or a girl. The ultrasound technician was happy to tell us that we were expecting a little girl, and I’m sure she enjoyed watching our expressions of pride on our faces.
While playing UNO with my family tonight, my just turned 3-year-old saw this card in the picture and excitedly exclaimed, “The Power of Veto!”
Now, all of you Big Brother fans will know what this means. My whole family – including my little guy – are huge B.B. fans. So, naturally he recognized this as the symbol for the coveted power to overturn a nomination in the televised game.
I was proud (oddly, perhaps) of his memory, his recognition, and his ability to generalize the information to our card game. I totally looked at this as a proud mommy moment.
My child is…
strong and creative.
sensitive and resilient.
funny and kind.
unique and quirky.
friendly and witty.
bright and spirited.
loving and happy.
My child is not…
Not one little bit. And I would never want her to be.
So, why are her tests?