#887 The things that she says…

… Makes me feel like we are doing an alright job with her.

Or maybe I give myself, ourselves, too much credit. Maybe it is ALL her. Maybe it is the stage she is at; maybe it’s the understanding that comes with growth; maybe even it’s all her class activities from kinder and swimming that have her responding and speaking with such care, eloquence, and love.

Some examples:

1. “Mama… can me please have teddy bear biscuit?”

When I respond yes, she asks quietly

“Is that good manners?”

Oh darling. Yes yes and MORE yes.

 

2. When we are heading into the shops quickly.

“Now honey, we are only going in and out, THAT’S IT.”

“Ok Mummy, me listen to you all day, I promise.”

 

3. When I am mad and frustrated, she grabs a hold of me.

“Mummy… look at me. Calm down, ok? Everything be alright.”

Oh, it is laughable and oh-so-cute.

 

4. I am driving.

“Oh, that person is driving like a f*&king idiot!”

“Mama don’t say that word. That very bad word!”

 

:):):) Peeps, she is only 4… and she already knows better than me!

 

 

#880 Her strong vacuum hold

I was furiously cleaning the house late tonight. I had been out all day which made me unable to do anything earlier, and I was at work most of the day tomorrow. I went from room to room doing various bits and pieces, and then it was vacuum time.

By the time I got to the family room, the large room also known as baby girl’s play area, I had done almost half the house. Knowing I had other things still yet to do, Hubbie kindly offered to take over, and I eagerly handed over the vacuum reigns.

It wasn’t long though, until baby girl joined in.

She is one determined, ferocious, head-strong girl. She wants to do things on her own. Her belief is unwavering, so stubborn and sure she is that she can help you do ANYTHING, and this along with her need to be a big girl NOW, makes for one interesting combination.

She wanted to vacuum, of course. As Hubbie took the head of the vacuum off, using the thin pole to get to some corners and edges, she used the front part, pretending to vacuum the room around her toys.

Then she somehow grabbed hold of the actual pole he was using to clean the tight corners. She cleaned here and there, and he showed her where to point it and where to go.

Then, something else happened. She did a sudden dash. She held the still functioning and attached pole with air sucking through it, and grabbed the head and pole part of the disconnected part of the vacuum, working fast and furiously to get it connected so she could properly vacuum as an adult does.

We watched her from the sidelines, gasping, trying not to laugh.

Her intensity at the task was hilarious. She determinedly, holding the long and awkward poles, clicked them together with determination, and then proceeded to vacuum the room all around her.

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She was rapt. It was like a dream come true. It was as if she had been wanting to vacuum for the whole almost-5 years of her life, and now that she had a hold of the vacuum, she wasn’t letting go.

We let her have her fun, dodging walls and pieces of furniture, before we gently intervened.

Ahh, darling. I took a dozen photos of you only so I can show you this in 10 years time, and remind you of this wondrous stage when you DON’T want to help out your Mum anymore… 😉

 

#862 K2 Swimmer

It’s such a simple thing that has me feeling grateful today. It is about growth.

Baby girl has been doing swimming lessons now for just under 2 months. She shares the class most of the time, with a boy, and a fellow girl, who I can only say is slightly younger than her just based on her size. Although younger, this girl can swim with her head in the water, legs kicking furiously, for almost half a lap. She has clearly been doing this for a while.

Monday nights are crazy, in that half of the Peninsula is there at the swim school between 3 and 6pm, all the lanes packed full of classes containing kindergarten and primary school-aged kids, all with varying levels of skill and ability.

And as these lessons take place, so too do you see the ‘walkers.’ The swim teachers who aren’t in the lane, but they are doing their rounds, their walk-a-bouts, checking attendance when they approach each teacher, and also, from time to time, checking the children’s progress.

It was baby girl’s class’ turn today.

She approached baby girl’s teacher, and from my position I could see them exchange some words – suddenly baby girl was in the water, and demonstrating how she could push off and kick with her kickboard. They nodded in understanding, but then I didn’t see the rest of baby girl’s progress, as she moved from my view behind a huge brick pillar.

I watched the other children partake – both the boy with permanent goggles on his face, and the younger, feisty girl. They both did longer laps, kicked for a decent duration, and were able to travel a greater distance than baby girl. I mean, it made sense. They had been doing this longer.

Sure, she could put her head under water. She didn’t get worried when her face got splashed on. And she was getting amazing at her floating, even doing it by herself! She just wasn’t as skilled as the other two yet, in travelling a lap-type distance.

I watched the ‘walker’ give some positive encouragement to the kids when they were done. She high-fived each of them, and then headed on over to us parents, to give us the update.

I was the last parent to get the news.

“She’s doing great!” she exclaimed to me. “She’ll be moving up a level!”

Really? I thought. I’m the first to praise my child, but also I am not blind.

“Wow!” I said out loud. “That’s great!”

She went on to explain that from baby girl’s K1 level, her goals had been to make four kicks with a kickboard – that was achieved today, and with her other skillsets, was now able to move to K2.

“She’ll still stay in that class, as it is both K1 and K2,” she went on. “But she will be going home with a certificate today.”

Oh. Now it made sense.

As the ‘helper’ headed off to review more kids, I was beaming. Rapt. Next time baby girl looked over at me, I gave her not 1, but 2 thumbs up.

I was so proud.

It was such a simple thing, yes. But as I always say, the simple things are the most important.

And though it may seem like an everyday, average event…. the feelings I got were far from. 🙂

#836 What she said no. 5

She comes out with some beauties when I have been at work. Moments after I walked through the door this afternoon:

“Mama why you take so long? Me waiting and waiting! So long!” 

Such exaggeration!

Then later…

“Mama, you’re my Mama!”

Such insight!

And then the clincher –

“Mama me want to keep you. Love you sooo much!”

Such L♥VE.

Ditto my girl. Ditto. ♥♥♥♥♥

#835 4 year-old kinder progress

There were a lot of notes I made in my head today. All while watching baby girl.

Firstly, I love it the most when she doesn’t know I am watching her – this is for anything. Whether it’s playing with her toys at home, or playing at kinder, I gain so much by watching her nature and character unfold when she doesn’t know I’m there.

Today I watched her interact with others. As I walked towards the kinder gates, I watched her learn in the yard as she dug in the garden. I watched her run around and bolt from kid to kid, even more excitedly so since there was a visiting choir from a nearby primary school come to show off their talents, and let’s face it, try to gain more enrolments from our kinder kids in the process.

I watched amused, as she put up her hand with few others to volunteer and play some instruments – this is a room of primarily grade 1 to grade 3s – I was impressed. My girl, not intimidated? Wanting to go up there and give it a go?

I watched as she later found a friend, and they wrapped their legs around each other in a hug so that they were swaying back and forth on the swing together. I hung back, smiling, as it reminded me of my own neighbours and I at that age, swinging at our local park.

I watched with OCD-pride, as she found a toy in the sandpit, and promptly took it to its correct location at the dollhouse table.

And then as I was leaving with her for the day, I threw in a casual line to one of the teachers: “How is she going?” We were alone in the foyer. There was no one to distract her from answering.

“She’s excellent.”

Phew. Sure, she paints more than she cuts up bits of paper she said… but that’s a fun thing I’m sure we can work on together 🙂

A day where I was made grateful for my daughter’s  progress. In confidence, in learning, in playing… and in Life.

(This post comes a day late due to technical difficulties posting it from home 😉 )

 

#830 Kinder kid cuddles

As she was walking down the path out of her kindergarten today next to me, there were shout-outs from behind her.

“Bye bye (boy name!)”

Baby girl turned, and despite her name not being called (instead it was the boy in front of us) she yelled back “bye bye!”

I laughed at baby girl’s selective hearing, and then was even more amused when the girl who had called out yelled –

“Wait baby girl, I need to give you cuddles!”

I watched, smiling, as the girl ran to baby girl and enveloped her in a hug from behind, almost lifting her in the process. The tallest in her class, baby girl stood there smiling, not moving or responding to the hug… but just enjoying the moment of being loved.

Her classmate ran back to her Mum, and baby girl spotted another boy classmate of hers – she ran up to him and hugged him from behind just as she had been, giving him a tight bear hug.

“Bye (insert boy name!)”

Oh man. Hilarious yet slight embarrassment. She’s starting young. But then again so did I (I didn’t say that… 😉 )

I’m really loving these kids 🙂

#828 Bath time

Last week at the end of a particularly crappy day, I was sitting at the side of the tub where baby girl bathed, when I had an idea.

She was just there doing what normal 4 year-olds do: splashing about, playing with her toys… turning here; and then suddenly, turning there, quickly like a fish. And as I observed this, her carefree nature and relaxed attitude, the water enveloping her in a warm hug, I realised I needed something.

I needed a bath.

I mean, as a grown women, shower, sure. But bath? How often do we do it?

I can say with certainty I have not had one in years. I can’t even remember the last time I had one, and it definitely hasn’t been in this house…

So tonight…

BATH TIME.

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Can I say ladies – HAVE A BATH.

Get your Hubbie to look after the kids. lock the door. If you don’t have kids, get your partner the hell out of there and make sure he knows this is vital for your wellbeing… and well, if you don’t have kids or a partner… what the hell are you waiting for? You should have a home spa!

It was, absolutely unreal. I locked the door. Lit a candle. Poured some wine. Made sure the water was hot. And let myself sink into relaxation for a good half an hour.

I need to do this at least once a month. The calm and peace that followed me afterwards was crucial in the recovery and growth of my soul.

But a word of warning ladies… watch out if you are combining hot water and red wine…

#dizzyspells #holdontight #ifyouhavelowbloodpressurelikeme

😉

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