Having children in three different phases of life is interesting. Interesting in that it’s a little terrifying and a lot of fun.
There are so many milestones and learning objectives to shoot for, and the constant feeling that I’m probably not the best person to handle this sort of super important thing. I can barely do multiplication in my head. I attempted College Statistics two times before I passed with a decent grade. My vocabulary is surprisingly limited for someone who writes for fun.
What I am good at? Hoarding a huge assortment of various curriculums to supplement school. For one year I tried to be that parent who carefully and expertly teaches their children proper handwriting. I also have books on math, science, and even latin (ever the overachiever). But at this point, looking at all the cards on the table (see also: irons in the fire, etc) we decided to get some extra help. Both on the childcare front with our au pair and with supplementing tutoring. It’s important to us that our children have all the tools to be successful, and sometimes that means we need to tap in another support person.
What does this mean exactly? It means our children have more people to love on them and they get more quality time with mom and dad that doesn’t end in frustration or tears over reading assignments. It’s been overwhelmingly good.
One of the biggest drawbacks of breaking my arm and having to have surgery was that we had to cancel our upcoming Disney vacation. The kids actually took the news really well. When we asked them where they would like to go instead they said “Toys R Us.”
We are actually going to Tennessee to mamaw and papaw, so that’s actually probably pretty accurate.
Since I’m still recovering from the break and have limited abilities for at least the next three weeks the kids and Brian have done a great job of providing assistance. Brian has come a long way in his ponytail-making skills. And the kids are big enough to reach the refrigerator and grab a diet coke for me. (HASHTAG #soblessed.)
Motherhood right now means kissing foreheads on the way out the door, big warm welcomes after returning home, playing dress up and Soccer in the backyard at the exact same time (so much skillz, you guys), and snuggling on the couch for restful dreamy evenings. It doesn’t always match together of what it should be, but it always goes perfectly together.