A Bit of Cyn

She has been full of very funny things lately. Thought I’d share, or at least record them so I remember.

Ron sent me roses on Monday, because he loves me! I opened the door and said to her, “Oh look, Daddy sent me flowers!”

She looked at me, then at the flowers, hung her head, stuck out her bottom lip, and in the most sincere voice, started crying, “Nobody sent me flowers. How can I get married when no one sent me flowers?” And the tears began falling.

I called Ron to thank him, and Sophia wanted to talk with him. So, she said the same thing to him. Ron told her that one of the roses is for her, and she gets to pick which one. She was thrilled! She picked it out, and we put it in its own vase.

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I bought new luggage for us. I was too lazy to bring them downstairs so they sat in the kitchen waiting. I picked up the kids from daycare, and the luggage was still there. Sophia looked around, but I wasn’t sure what she was looking at. She looked at me and said, “Where’s Uncle Dale?” I told her he was at home. Then I asked her why. Again, she looked around, then back at me and said, “Aren’t these his suitcases?”

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Riding in the car the other night, Sophia was going through the names of all of us. She’d say, “If Sophia’s a rockstar, then (in a quiet, superstar voice) she’s a rockstahhhh!” She did all of our names. Ron and I both looked at each other and asked, “Where did she learn that?”

For all those parents out there: Have you ever done something, unintentionally, that could have harmed your children? Have your children ever done something that was funny, but could have hurt themselves if something had gone wrong? Please raise your hand if you have.

I am not a perfect person. I am not a perfect parent. I do my best to keep harm away from my children. I would be devastated if something DID happen to them. I have gone through my house to “child-proof” as much as possible. That being said, it seems there is always something that is missed, that you just didn’t think would be an issue. Or, there’s something that you were unaware of that could have caused a problem. Perhaps you turned your back on your child for just a minute. And they got into something they shouldn’t have.

Fortunately, we have not had any horror stories. The only injury requiring professional care was when Sophia was running on the main floor, slipped, and hit her head on the hing of a door. She got one stitch, which the doctor said was completely necessary. We have been lucky, and quite fortunate. (Now, we’ve had other ER visits, but those were all illness related.)

I am the type of parent who looks for humor in almost any situation. I want to have fun in life, and I want my kids to have fun in life. If my children do find the one thing that could hurt them, but didn’t hurt themselves, I will make light of it to myself and others. (Not the kids because I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.) I will then also remedy the solution as best as possible so it won’t happen again (if I can help it). I do recognize the hazard in what could have happened, but am relieved to know it didn’t.

The question is: Does this make me a bad parent? My answer is no, this makes me “just” a parent. I cannot watch my children 24/7. I cannot isolate them from the world and keep them in a bubble. I cannot protect them from getting hurt at some point in their lives. They are kids, they will test boundaries and hopefully, learn from that.

If you think that I do not love my children, are not trying to protect my children to the best of my abilities, you are sadly mistaken. Nothing could be more inaccurate of a statement.

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That’s right. One night left of “single parenting” it. Ron’s been gone since Sunday, so it’s just been me and the kids. It hasn’t been too bad, but nights are wearing on me. It’s been a struggle doing bedtime. Ron is the “usual” bedtime person for Drew. I think Drew is acting up because his Dad is gone. He’s also be waking more at night, and I think that, too, is associated with Ron being gone.

And since he’s been waking more, I’ve been sleeping less. When he wakes, it’s only for a couple minutes, but it’s just that interrupted sleep that sucks. Sophia has also been climbing into my bed which doesn’t bother me if she falls asleep quickly and gives me some room. But occassionally I have to carry her back to her bed, which wakes me up a bit more. Or when the kids wake up at 5:30 am and I get them to bed, but then I have a hard time falling asleep. *sigh*

My big hope for Sunday? That Ron let’s me sleep in. Though, it’s pretty unlikely since he’s in a time zone two hours behind us. When the kids wake at 6:30 am, it’ll be like 4:30 am his time. But I can still hope!

I ran into Jordan and his mom today as I was dropping Sophia off at daycare. As soon as the two kids saw each other, they hugged, with huge smiles on their faces.

I told Jordan’s mom how on Tuesday, before we left daycare, she asked me if she could hug her husband. It was so cute! His mom then told me how he had been talking to her about the wedding cake they were going to have for their wedding. Jordan told her, “Then, they’ll probably put little people of us on top of the wedding cake!”

Seriously, how cute is this?! I honestly have not ever suggested anything like her getting married, or choosing Jordan. I don’t “encourage” her when she talks about it, though I also don’t “discourage” her. So really, I have no idea where she picked this up. But, since she’s only 3.5, I think is so adorable. Especially since the feeling is mutual between the two.

On Saturday I took Sophia to the craft store with me. On our way out, she saw a display of wedding cakes. This is the conversation we had:

S: Mom, I need a wedding cake.
Me: What for?
S: To marry Jordan. (Jordan is a boy from daycare.)
Me: When are you marrying Jordan?
S: When I have the wedding cake. Maybe we could ask Sonja when a good day is.
Me: Do you need a cake to marry Jordan?
S: Yes. You need a cake, and you have to dance together.
Me: Huh, I didn’t know.
S: So, can we get a wedding cake so I can marry Jordan?
Me: Sure, in another 30 years we’ll do that.

I had no idea that I would be having a discussion about getting married with my 3.5 year old daughter! Though, I’ll admit, Jordan’s a cutie, he’s very nice, and his mom is great. They may not make bad in-laws… LOL