Taya Goes To School

My baby is growing up so fast. Too fast. Three weeks ago Taya started "Little School". You would think this is exciting. Yeah, not so much. She has been talking for 2 years now about going to go school. Like her "bubba's". The 3 of them even play school at home from time to time. She is always the student and loves it. The first day, she was a bit sad but still seemed eager to see what this school business was all about. As the days passed she decided this mess is for the birds and she was content being at home with daddy. PRETENDING to be at school with the boys is sufficient. Poor doll, doesn't realize she has a long, LONG school career ahead of her.

My brother sent me a poem that really rang true. It's called "I Trust You'll Treat Her Well".

*I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.
Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.

For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.
Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.
So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you'll treat her well.*

After reading this, I dried up my tears and started thinking how true it is. The world so far has been her playground. Mommy and daddy have been her comfort. Her security. Her heros. I realized that my baby, my youngest, my kindred spirit will soon find new comfort, new secruity and new heros. I don't like it. Not one single bit.

The highlight of my day is walking into the "little school" and seeing that beautiful blonde hair, blue eyed girl's eyes light up when she see's momma is there to get her. She runs up to me, scream's "Mommy" and hugs me as tight as she can. I love it. I treasure it. I hope as time goes by, our relationship never changes.

Although, I am excited to watch her become a beautiful young lady, I would be just fine freezing time right where it is.

She is my princess, my best friend...my angel sent from God. I love her.

Mothers Day Fun

I have to say, I've been a mommy for 10 yrs now and this Mothers Day was the best yet. My brother and I surprised my mom with a day of bowling! It was super fun! The kids did great! ALL 3 beat me in both games. In my defense, they all had bumpers, however, I did not. Scored a whopping 39 my first game and 55 my second. Just plain sad. I did get a strike though! We all did except miss Taya...she tried real hard. I think all 3 kids broke 100 between both games. My brother and Matt were on a roll. Both of them got multiple strikes. What luck. I'm told it's all in the form. The way your arm is positioned. Yeah, yeah I never quite figured that out.



It's all about concentration and focus.



She had her very own helper.



Taya loves her pepa.



Awwww...



Doesn't get much better than a day full of fun and family. I am incredibly blessed to mother my children. All 3 so different but so much the same. How fortunate am I that God chose me to parent them all. Immensely fortunate.