It was during the days when attachment issues and tantrums were heavy that I couldn’t help but wish to fast forward to a time when Sidney had the emotional capability to simply go through the motions. So, dropping her off to preschool each morning has been a joy. She is happy and flourishing in routine. She gives me little more than recognition when I walk out the door while she’s absorbed in whatever activity the teacher has set out to start the morning. In the past several weeks, we have turned so many corners. It’s like she’s finally allowing herself to simply be a kid.
|Still going through LOTS of paints!|
I’m waiting for the teacher lead walk of shame to the car, but I have yet to see one. We are aware; there is typically a honeymoon period, so we are waiting with some apprehension, but so far so good. She loves her teacher Mrs. A. while her teacher is blown away, saying “She is so grown up for being so little.” Never mind all of her 37 inches, she moves through the school arrival routine with purpose, and it’s so cool.
My little werewolf is making great strides. She’s been watching the episode on N*tflix of Alv*n and the Ch*pmunks. At least two or three times a day she lets out a series of howls. Of course it should be no surprise; she typically turns herself into a cat. I guess I should be happy for the change in routine.
Meanwhile, Eli is patiently watching over a trombone. He started band, and he was so proud to take case into the line of classmates along with two other trumpet players. I can’t believe he’s old enough to be in band. 5th grade has been a bit bumpy, but he seems to be finding his way with the added responsibility and different teaching style of a new teacher. He’s a good student and my goal is not to let him lose his zest for knowledge.
So what are mom and dad up to? As my good friend Jill says, we are “Work Tom and Work Cara.” Tom’s always busy, but mom decided to see what she could do with contracting more writing and transcription. Turns out mom quickly went from a few hours a week to late nights, early mornings, and everything in between. I’m trying to find a happy medium.