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Well, summer break is
officially over! Went by pretty fast, but it's bitter sweet. Having all four
kids home all day was pretty crazy. I didn't even recognize myself when I
looked in the mirror. My hair, which I usually flat-iron straight, was in its
natural curly form. The only problem was, it was beyond frizzy, so in the bun
it went! #Frizzyhairdontcare (wish I had looked at this earlier, thank you MarieClaire). Most days I was so exhausted
that all I could apply to my face was mascara, I made myself believe that no
one will notice. In case you are wondering...they noticed. Thinking back,
I gave myself the excuse that summer welcomed the hot mess look with open
arms. But now school has begun. Bye bye lazy summer days!
My oldest daughter is in
third grade now and my second oldest daughter started pre-kindergarten! On the
first day of school, my oldest could barely contain herself. She zipped right
into class, leaving me in the dust. I said hello to her teacher and tried to
get my daughters attention so I could leave, but that was like asking your
dog to do tricks while he's eating a bone. Her teacher went over to her
and asked her if she was going to say goodbye to me. She seemed to completely
forget I had walked her into class and said "oh yeah!" while
rushing over to me. Not sure if she was rushing to give me a hug or rushing so
she could get back with her friends. I felt a little sad about the whole thing,
but just like my third grader couldn't wait to get rid of me, my
preschooler wanted me to be part of her class.
DISCLAIMER: Ok so to
clarify, she has never been away from me since she was born. I worked right up
until she was born and then decided to be a stay-at-home mom ever since.
Granted I owned an In-Home Daycare business, so she still had the chance
to socialize with other children, however, it was in my home.
First day of school was
ok. She didn't cry, she didn't beg me to stay, she didn't cling to me. I felt
pretty good about the whole thing. Pre-K is only 3 hours (VPK). When I picked her up, she was excited
to see me and it looked like she had fun. I was super excited as she
told me all about her day. That night, however, was a different story.
About 30 minutes before bed time, she asked if she had to go back to school. I
was completely taken back. I thought she was excited for school
and couldn't wait to get back For a second I thought maybe she
was just saying that because her bedtime got changed to an earlier time and she didn't
want to go to bed. But then the horror passed through me. She didn't
like school. Leading up to the first day of school, her favorite
thing to play was school. She would pretend she had homework and would
play for countless hours. Now that real school arrived, it wasn't like how
she imagined it and it scared her. I wanted to hug her and tell her
she didn't have to go back to real school ever again.
But then sense knocked me
on the head and I realized how badly I wanted her to like school. I was excited
for her to start learning how to read, to write her letters and count to 20. I
told her that school might seem scary at first because its new, but it is
actually a lot of fun. And if she didn't go back to school, her new
friends would miss her. She decided to give it another try.
...Or so I thought...
Second day of school. I
walked her to her classroom. I reminded her of all her "morning
duties". I noticed she was being extra clingy. While she was completing
her final duty, I told her I was going to leave and bent down for a hug
and kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and literally wouldn't let me
leave. So I decided to stay a little longer to make her feel more comfortable.
Mistake #1. I kept trying to direct her to play with her classmates but
she wouldn't let go of my hand. This was like a stage 5 clinger. Ok so at
this point, I had been there for 40 minutes - Mistake #2. The teacher then
basically said I am just going to have to go and she's going to cry, but then
she will be better. I agreed to this plan that I had zero faith in.
So, I walked out of the room
and the teacher blocked the door. Then the teacher had to hold her back
basically because my daughter was screaming "Mommy" and crying
hysterically. She was determined to break free from the blockade and come running
to me. I rushed to my car and literally started to cry. The look on her face
was as if I had just left her with people who were going to strap her down and
experiment on her brain. I was anxious for the next 2 hours. I left the house a
little earlier than usual. I slowly crept up to her classroom door and peeked
through the window. There she was, sitting on the carpet, next to her
classmates and engaged in what the teacher was saying. A couple of the
little girls in her class saw me and yelled "Your mom's here!" Her
face lit up and she came over to me for a hug. Her teacher told me when I had
left, she stood at the door, looking out the window, for about 20 minutes,
until it was time to go outside and play. Then she warmed up after that. The
next three days kept getting better and better. And her teacher kept giving me
reports every afternoon, which I greatly appreciated. Hopefully the second week
is better than the first!
Welcome to my blog! Glad
you found it and didn't get lost. And if you stumbled upon this, then thats
pretty awesome too!
I always wanted to write
a blog, truth is, I've never had the time to sit down to write one. Being a
mother of 4 children isn't easy -- I have two daughters (8 and 4 -almost 5-
years old) and two sons (2 years and 3 months old). One discovered an attitude,
one feels victim of Middle-Child Syndrome, one is potty training and one is
teething. You can only imagine what my mornings are like. I am not a single
mom, but my husband is so busy that sometimes I feel like I am. Raising
children can be overwhelming and stressful, but to get a paycheck in kisses
every week is well worth it. #momwin
When I was little, all
the other kids were striving to be doctors and teachers and firemen. But not
me. I wanted to be a Mom. And here I am, being exactly what I always wanted to
be. Not too many people can say that. And not to toot my own horn, but I'm
pretty good at it. I get kids to school, girl scouts, dancing class, playdates
-- not always on time, but they get there! I feed, bathe, dress, and clean up
after them. I make sure their shorts aren't too short and their underwear isn't
too tight. I give endless hugs and kisses and always let them know I am proud
of them..even if it is a mud pie.
No matter how exhausted I
am or how stressed out I may get, I always wear my suit..my SuperMom Supersuit
that is (no capes). Like every super hero, I have super powers. Like being able
to see through walls. Among other powers, but that one's my favorite. #supermom
So far it sounds very one
sided. I don't fan and feed grapes to my children. I just wanted to talk about
how awesome I am first, before I talk about how awesome they are. My life would
not be complete without them. They helped me grow and learn about myself. They
taught me I can do anything. My kids are beautiful. I'm not biased. It's the
Their undeniable cuteness
is what made me want to pursue my dream of being a photographer. I even took my
hobby to the next level and started my own company Harrington
Photography LLC. I specialize in children and newborn babies, but I have
expanded to other areas. You can check out my website and my other blog that I
am about to start over there!
Well the baby just woke up
so I am going to end this here. Check back to read more about my SuperMom life