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?
At the risk of sounding like a terrible mother, this summer is kicking my ass.
There, I said it.
Last August I cried when it was time for summer to end and watch my oldest head off to first grade. And throughout the whole school year I wished for summer. I longed for the days of flexible schedules, staying up late, and no (well, less) lunch-packing. But summer’s in full swing now, friends. And we’re not even halfway through.
I call this picture “The Proud Mama”.
Yep, that’s my reflection in the mirror in the back of the dance studio. You can see from the look on my face that pride is literally radiating from my being.
Why am I so proud? You may think it’s because I am responsible for birthing this incredibly adorable ballerina. And, yes, that’s part of it. But what I’m most proud of is the fact that my baby girl is doing this. She is participating in her first dance class – her first independent extra-curricular activity, actually – and I couldn’t be happier for her.