Life as a mom — This is hard!

Something has to end so that something new can begin. But does it always have to come to an end so fast?

Today was my baby’s last day of preschool. Two years of preschool come to an end. The new beginning I mentioned is Kindergarten. In July. How is it possible that my baby is about to be 5 and off to elementary school? It really seems like last week she needed to be held in order to sleep. You probably think I’m exaggerating. But no. I promise you I’m not. For Ladybug’s entire first year, she would not sleep unless she was held. It was a sleepy year for Daddy and Mommy. 🙂

Ladybug is such a silly, fun and smart little bug. I really and truly enjoy hanging out with her. She keeps me laughing and I get plenty of snuggles and kisses. It is simply the best.

Have you ever had someone stop you in the store and tell you something nice about your child (or children)? That compliment is usually followed up with “enjoy it, it goes by fast” or something similar. Okay, okay. I admit it. I’ve said it once or twice to a mom of a tiny one. (Seriously though. In the midst of feeling like you will never be clean and well-rested EVER again, it’s done. And you do shower every day again. And you do get full nights of sleep again. But when you poke your head in your little one’s room, they aren’t so little all of a sudden. And you wonder “what just happened??”.)

But I’m getting carried away. So I’ve been reading this book my mother (in-law) gave me. It’s called Carry On, Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. [Side note: I’m enjoying the book so far. 🙂 ] One of the stories Glennon tells is about how she was shopping with her two small children. In the checkout line, well, the kids weren’t really being angelic. Some older lady, just being nice, told her how much she enjoyed those years and how quickly those years pass. The lady then told Glennon to enjoy absolutely every moment. All the while, Glennon’s kids are a touch out of control and she’s thinking to herself “really?!? you want me to enjoy this very moment??”. So because life is not always enjoyable (c’mon, do you really enjoy the tantrums?), Glennon decided to find a few moments each day to cherish and call it a success.

After reading her story and seeing my baby end her preschool years, it hit me. While I make a conscious effort to not take this time for granted, I kind of have a different reaction. Well to be honest, I kind of take Glennon’s idea and run as fast as I can in the other direction. I tend to worry that I’m not enjoying this time enough:

Am I going to remember the way this sweet face looks when she first wakes up?

Am I going to remember the little dimple that appears when she smiles her impish smile?

Am I going to remember her sweet and unique Ladybug smell?

And what about her laugh? Am I going to be able to remember her contagious giggle? The one that can crack my I-mean-business face?

Am I going to be able to remember the way those little freckles under her eyes make her face more angelic?

Am I going to be able to remember how warm and soft and cuddly she is?

Will I be able to remember the way, when she is sitting on my lap, she reaches her arm up behind her and wraps it around my neck?

Obviously I could go on, but I think you’re getting the idea. I capture every moment I can with the camera for both of my girls. But there are things that can’t be preserved with a snapshot. They are the moments captured in the heart. I suppose though we may not always be able to readily recall all of the things we would like, they are still there. Locked away in our hearts helping to continually shape us.

But I want to be able to remember all of these things. I don’t want to forget or have it locked in my heart, though I’m sure glad it’s there because it means that it happened. And a selfish part of me doesn’t want my baby to say goodbye to her preschool self. [Man, I’m tearing up as I type this. Hubby is going to wonder what on earth I’m writing about to make myself cry. :,) ] I’m not ready to say goodbye to days spent in the yard with Ladybug as she squeals in delight at finding worms and putting them in a bowl with water. Or to the afternoons in our front yard watching her find and catch roly polys, put them in the compartment on the back of her tricycle and pedal around the driveway. Or to the lazy mornings spent snuggling on the couch watching her favorite movie and kissing those soft, squishy cheeks and getting kisses back. I don’t want to say goodbye to picking my Ladybug up from preschool and watching her run down the hall carrying her tote bag to say ‘goodbye’ to her music teacher, which she did every single day this year.

I want to be able to freeze-frame my baby as she is right now. I want her to go on and become who the good Lord made her to be, but I want something to be able to look back on and be able to remember everything and smell that unique scent of my Ladybug.

Ah, to be a mom. This life has its ups and downs and of course it’s all worth it and I am truly grateful for every moment (even the unpleasant moments, like tantrums, because it means I have children and I am a mom, ya know?). But it’s also hard. It’s hard to let go of the babies as they grow out of one part of their lives and are ready to begin the next chapter. It’s hard to let go a little more. When our children begin to walk, we have to let go a little bit. When our children enter preschool, or daycare, we have to let go a little more. When our children enter elementary school, our grip has loosen even more and they are gone for a large part of the day. I imagine that when our children enter high school, we have all but let go. Then college. And then they begin creating a life and identity outside of the home we built for them and with them and around them. It’s hard. But so worth it. And I’m sure that, if I asked, is what my mom would tell me, her oldest with a family of my own.

So today, I swallow the gianormous lump in my throat as I pick my baby up from preschool for the last time. I put my sunglasses on, even though I’m standing in the shade, to hide the tears forming in my eyes. I know that if I open my mouth to speak I’m going to crack. So I smile the best smile I’ve got, nod a lot, and give plenty of hugs to Ladybug’s wonderful teachers; one of whom taught Freckles in her second year of preschool. I smile down at my little girl in her hearts swimsuit with her Dora towel wrapped around her and her sandy brown hair in braided pigtails and take her soft, cool little hand in mine. We’ve said our goodbyes, and the time has come. She is ready to go, and I want to hang back. Just for another minute. But with wet eyes behind my trusty sunglasses, my little girl and I head to the car to begin the next chapter.

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Let’s Get Out! — 14 Super Fun Camp Activities

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My craft box for the trip.

Hi Everyone! I had started to write a post in my little notebook on Tuesday while in the carpool line and then kept going while I was making pancakes. I had every intention of writing up a post on the computer after the kiddos went to bed. But what started out with me trying to make a point about one thing turned into me talking about something else all together. Then it hit me that I have a camping trip coming up and I am totally not ready! So then I had the brilliant idea of writing about what I plan on getting together for camping! Now I have everything written down in one place while getting stuff together for pictures! Genius! haha (I really do talk to myself like this. And my kids think I’m totally nuts. They really can only blame themselves on that one though. 😉 )

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My dad has started taking the girls and I camping with him in the last couple years. Growing up, I never went camping. My dad would talk about how he had gone as a kid and how awesome it was, but we never could quite swing a trip into the great outdoors. Fast forward a few years and my dad has remarried and has started camping with his new wife and her kids; I think my sister made a trip or two with them also. Let’s fast forward up to 2012 on Memorial Day weekend. Pops (that’s what I call my dad in my head, out loud it’s always Daddy) is back to bachelorhood and my sister is roughing it in college. This season is it. It happened! It’s been decided that it’s high time for me to go camping! Never having been, I was a little nervous about camping with two little kids, but Freckles (who was working on the home stretch of Kindergarten) and Ladybug (who was about to turn the big 0-3 at the end of June) were pretty excited. The weekend went well, despite waking up in pee one morning (it happened that we were right smack dab in the middle of potty training that weekend, how ’bout that?), and we’ve since been making a couple trips every season. Sometimes Hubby comes along, but most of the time not…the great outdoors isn’t all that great to him. 🙂 And sometimes my Sister comes along, but sometimes not being that she is a super busy college kid and works with high school kids a lot.

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First Post — Freezer Meals!

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For my first post here, I thought I would start big. And by big, I mean this may be kind of long but totally worth the read! 🙂

I’ve been reading about ‘freezer cooking’ and ‘freezer crock pot meals’ for long enough that now I am ready to do it myself. See, we just had to take our van in to get our AC fixed. (With summer coming up here in NC, you really can’t be without the air in the car.) And the repairs weren’t cheap so I knew we needed to buckle down and pinch some pennies to get through the next couple of months.

Enter freezer cooking.

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