Sunday, August 29, 2010

Off to School


She starts Kindergarten this week. 

And while those baby pictures don't exactly seem like yesterday anymore, they sure don't seem like almost six years ago, either.

We organized all her school clothes this morning, and I kept thinking, "Oh, no, these are all too big" -- because they seemed, well, huge.

So I held them up to her and had her try a few on, and sure enough, they do fit.

I couldn't help but thinking it was a little like looking at baby clothes -- in reverse.

I remember thinking that those newborn clothes were so tiny and I was worried that she'd not be able to fit into them.

And, then she got here, and they were too big.

It seems just yesterday we were reading Good Night Moon and Where the Wild Things Are and Tell Me Again About the Night I Was Born.

Now we're on to Junie B. Jones and Amelia Bedelia -- and there's no way I can memorize all the words to her favorite stories anymore.

She's just as likely to want to listen to a song on the radio as to one of her CDs of children's music.

She has definite ideas about what she wants for her upcoming birthday -- and some of them are things I 've never heard of. She learns about popular culture from her friends, and occasionally has to explain it to us.

As we snuggled in bed tonight, she told me -- as she has for the past few nights -- how nervous she is.

She worries about whether there will be "mean kids," whether I've gotten everything she needs, and whether they will get to do "fun stuff."

In short, she worries about whether she's ready.

But not me. I know she's ready.

I'm not sure I'm ready for her to be ready, but she is.




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Monday, August 16, 2010

Oops. . . .Mom Broke The Rules This Time

Being stopped by the police is bad enough.

Having your children in the car when it happens adds a whole another dimension -- along with a little humor.

We were on our way home when I saw the lights in my rear view mirror.

"What are we doing?" Ashley asked as we pulled over.

"There's a policeman behind us."

"Is he here for us?"

"Apparently so," I said as the police car pulled up behind me.

"Are we in trouble?" she asked.

"You're not in trouble, but Mommy might be."

"What did you do?" she asked incredulously.


Apparently I didn't stop completely at the stop sign before I turned.

As I was getting my license and registration,Ashley leaned forward and said to the police officer, "You seem very nice."

"Thank you," he said.


"Policemen are usually nice, Ashley," I said as I handed him my license and registration.

As he walked back to his cruiser to run my license, Ashley asked, "Why are you in trouble, Mommy?"

"Because I didn't follow the rules, Ashley."

"Why not?"

There's a certain irony to being reprimanded by your child. There's even greater irony when the child doing the reprimanding is the one who often treats rules as suggested guidelines to be ignored when they get in your way.

"Well, Ashley, you know how sometimes you don't obey the rules?" She nodded. "Well, this time I didn't follow the rules."

"Oh, this is very bad," she said solemnly.

"So, Mom," she piped up a few minutes later in a matter-of-fact tone of voice,"who's going to take care of us if he takes you to jail?'

"He's not taking me to jail, Ashley."

"How do you know?

"Because people don't go to jail for running a stop sign."

"But, Mom, you didn't follow the rules and he's in charge."

"Yes, Ashley, but he's not sending me to jail. He's going to give me a ticket. That's what happens when you run a stop sign."

Thankfully, this line of questioning was brought to an end when the policeman returned.

Whether it was my daughter's flattery or my clean driving record (or some combination of both), he let me go with a warning.

"Did he give you a lottery ticket?" Ashley asked as we pulled back onto the road.

Oh, if only police officers gave lottery tickets at traffic stops.




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Saturday, August 7, 2010

A few markers, a couple of kids, and some imagination . . .

I should have known I was in trouble when I heard "did you come here for the facepainting?" while the kids were coloring . . . .


. . . And just in case you were wondering, "washable" markers don't come off completely when there's this much of them on your face.


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