I turned old. My birthday this year was on Friday the 13th. The day started out as it should, being that it was Friday the 13th. I had a friend call me at 5 am, she was puking and wondered if I could take her subbing job. I hesitated, I had planned a day off to hang out by myself and do nothing...maybe a day on the couch with Hallmark. I also knew that she was supposed to teach the hardest class at the school. I could write a book about how awful they are. Paul always knows when I come home from a day of teaching them. :) I still have a hard time saying no. The worst kids always need the most love....right?
I couldn't say no to a puking Mama, and I knew that they wouldn't be able to find a sub unless they were some unsuspecting newbie. I headed to the school and my tactic this time around was to tell them all it was my birthday so they had to be nice to me. It worked relatively well...along with a little extra love I had a pretty good day.
Paul came home a little early and Audrey insisted on me opening the gifts she got for me. I was super impressed by her choices this year...she knows me so well.
After I blew out my candles we went out to eat. We found this really yummy Italian restaurant downtown. I loved the food, and they even made Audrey some gluten free noodles. We ended the day with the cake Paul made for me which was amazing! I love him more than words can tell. Thankfully Friday the 13th may have started out a little rocky, but in the end it was a pretty fabulous day!
At the beginning of the day Paul told me that my birthday present was supposed to arrive on my birthday but things had gotten a little mixed up and it was going to be a little late. I was thinking it was something from amazon. You know...a small box. A few days after my birthday a truck arrives and the guy who gets out of the car asks me if I'll sign for the package. I say sure and as I'm signing he's unloading these huge boxes. I was so confused...he must have the wrong house. Then he says, "Paul Kendall lives here right? It's the keyboard he ordered." "What?....What did you say (getting teary)?" He must have thought I was a little crazy. Needless to say, Paul spoiled me. I now have an electric piano that I don't have to tune every year, or for us every time we move.
I've made a goal to work through the hymn book. Someday I'll be able to really play the piano.
Audrey has been very accident prone lately. She's growing like crazy and I think she's having a hard time adjusting day to day to her growing body. She had a huge spill at school where she cut up her lip which became twice it's size (I'm surprised she didn't loose any teeth), she also cut her knees and elbows. She was in pain everywhere. I had to bring her home from school because she was inconsolable and I'm not sure the school was equip to clean the gravel out of her knees. Only a few days later...she's not even healed from the first accident and she takes a spill on her scooter. One minute she's wahooing down the hill and the next she's face down on the pavement. All of the not quite healed parts were reopened. I carried her as she was screaming down the street to our house. I tried to tell her about my biggest spill when I was a kid, but she wasn't having it. She wanted band-aids and she wanted them now! I'm proud to say everything is healed now.
If there is a paper plate or a box, or a piece of paper she will find a way to build something with it. She amazes me because her imagination is endless. She would rather imagine she's somewhere else with her inventions then play with her toys any day. Most days she's doing one of three things: Imaginative play, reading, or writing her latest book. This time she built a train and went on several adventures. She even made a smoke stack. When she was finished building it she had to make sure that her Engineer father looked it over to make sure it was sound before heading to her destination. I was cracking up. I'm so curious to see what she decides to do when she gets older.
There are downsides though...I'm one of those horrible Mom's who has a hard time letting her imagine. She has a very messy imagination and I get so stressed out when she starts her projects. I worry about finding a place for her creation because we live in a smaller house, I also worry about throwing away her creation because she seriously struggles with letting things go. She cried when I donated a blanket to a thrift store the other day. I also worry a little about clean up....only because most of the time she wants to continue with a project for days. I've had several conversations with Paul about how I can change my thought process. I want to cultivate her creativity....she loves it and it's so good for her future. I want to be more relaxed, it's still something I'm working through. I guess the important part is that I recognize the crazy in myself and that it's okay for her to be a kid.
I've found that when I let go and just enjoy I find these beautiful moments where I get to watch her learn and grow and find joy in creating. Here's to changing.
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