So it’s Saturday. And maybe it’s because it’s a new month or I’m tired or allergies or I’m just getting old, I cannot focus today. So here’s a peek at what I’ve thought about or done today.
Our princess had an extra ballet and tap practice today. It’s recital season and we are so close, so the class needed an extra practice. Their sweet teacher made time in her day to meet with them for this special practice, so it was the least we could do to make time in ours.
Last year our girl made it through the recital with her same old tap and ballet shoes. Then when fall rolled around, I went to get her new ones. And her feet had grown. THREE. WHOLE. SIZES. Oh my land. Now you know that didn’t all happen in the two months she was off. Just write “Bad Mama” on my forehead with a Sharpie and feed me to those other dance Mamas who make sure their ballerina’s hair is just perfect and that their leotard and skirts match and that there are no runs in their tights. Every single week. For ten months. *sigh* I have asked her recently if her shoes fit, and she says yes. I’m taking her word for it at this point. I just don’t have it in me to schedule a trip to buy new shoes and rough up the bottoms before the recital. One day she can tell her therapist all about this. Or her podiatrist. I’m sorry, baby girl.
So one of my oldest and dearest posted this on my page today. I cannot tell you in words how great it is to have friends who knows me so well, and who will love me through the dark times, but do not hesitate to call me on my junk too. Mama was good at that. I’m glad I have friends and family who are looking out. Love you girl. And yeah, today was one of those days. When just the idea that you need to actually go and find and put on a pair of pants and shirt exhausts you, well, yeah. Where I am today. (I know, I know, shine don’t whine.)
Nevertheless I took our princess to find a bathing suit that isn’t gaping or revealing or you know, whatever. She is very tall for her age, with a long torso. So trying to find a one-piece that is long enough but doesn’t gape all over is a hard task. We were in the dressing room and we found one that seemed okay. It was not her traditional pink choice, rather it was orange and grey, but she seemed to like it. She twisted her sweet eight year old face up as she looked in the three way mirror and said, “Well, it’s okay, but I need to ask the fashion expert.” I said, “Who?” She replied, turning this way and that, hands on and off hips, “You know, Baba (her big sister). She does her hair every. single. day. She’s the fashion EXPERT.” So she asked me to take a picture of her and text it to her sister to ask her if it was okay. When Aub found out about it, she was genuinely pleased and all smiles. “Wow,” she said. Wow, indeed. Siblings getting along at any given moment–parenting win.
Right now the princess is in the tub. She has somehow gotten the idea that she should leave the shampoo in her hair for three minutes. I figured this out because she will randomly call out, loudly, “Has it been three minutes?” (Whaaaat?) In the beginning she would call out, “Tell me when it’s been three minutes,” but either I’m losing my hearing (a possibility), my selective hearing has kicked in (a greater possibility), or she’s just not calling that out anymore (?????). Still I hear her holler, “Has it been THREE MINUTES?” And one of us, usually me or Aub, will shrug and holler back, “Yes.” Don’t judge people. It’s shampoo, it’s not that serious. A better Mama would put a clock in there or set the timer or maybe explain that the three minutes are not necessary (though she’d probably argue with me on that point). Some days you just have to pick the mountains you’re gonna climb. This ain’t one of them.
Last night I was walking through our front yard and our neighbor was out wrapping up his yardwork. His son just graduated as well. I asked him when his son heads out for college. Turns out, it will be around the same time that my girl goes. I said, “It will be mighty quiet around here.” He nodded. “Yeah.” He paused. And then laughed. “I’m looking forward to it.” I laughed too, pointed at this yard, and said, “You’re not kidding me. I’ve seen him out here working and pushing that mower. It’s about to be all yours to do. Just like I’m losing my babysitter.” He nodded and said, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get me a riding lawn mower.” That really cracked me up. How many of us moved away from home and returned to find the ‘rents had upgraded? Yeah, me too.
When I returned home today from ballet practice and errands, I found the stack of mail had been brought in. Bills–check. Junk mail–check. College brochure for Aub–check. (Side note: I’m really quite sad that all these colleges think she’s a rising senior–I’ve got another year of weeding through their sales pitches.) Package from Amazon–ch–wait. I am pretty good at remembering when I’ve ordered something from them. I know my memory is suffering, but books I KNOW. I opened it up, and much to my surprise, it was a book that my cousin had mentioned to me. Whoo hoo. She is a love. What a treat! I look forward to reading this one. Oh y’all, my stack of books to read! In my dreams I hire a housekeeper and a cook and somehow still educate the littles and find time to curl up with my favorite blanket du jour and read, read, read. This one’s going to the top of the list. Thank you and much love.
Whenever I have stepped outside today I’ve been greeted by the sweet smell of gardenia. It was sent to me by a dear friend who is overseas to remember my Mama. After a few days its leaves started turning colors. I panicked. Another good friend who is a Master Gardener told me to call the company. They promptly sent me another one. And the same thing happened. Y’all, I’m not like my Master Gardener friend, but I don’t usually kill every plant I get. She took them under her loving care and just look. Gorgeous. The first one has recuperated from a bad case of being rootbound, and the second one is on its way back. (for the record, rootbound–not my fault) Aren’t they beautiful? They just fill me with peace. And that smell…..second only to a tea olive. I am thankful for my friend who sent them, and for my friend who used her gifts and talents (she is THE Mrs. Greenthumb) generously and rescued these babies. And this is not the first time she has saved the day–and a plant or two. Thank y’all–I think of you both everytime I see those beautiful blooms and green leaves.
So it’s Saturday. Another week is about to begin, as well as another month. The longest day of the year will be upon us before we know it. Time passes so much more quickly than it did when I was small. I just want to reach out and stop the hourglass, turn it on its side and balance it where it is for just a few minutes, and take a moment to breathe. And think. And dream. And yes, read.
But I’m not in charge and that’s not how life goes. So for now, I’ll say goodnight and Happy Weekend. I’m off to hug the children and find myself a quiet corner and open a book. Tonight I’m thankful for the extraordinary ordinary of my everyday. As my friend Baddest Mother Ever would reframe it–tomorrow I GET to do it all again. And that’ll do for a Saturday.