
i wanted to dedicate a post just to my kids during our time away. both of them grew so much during the time we were gone. (and so did i!) does that really happen? a short time away, simply because one is away, can produce so many more changes than had we stayed here? i think so.


we left for the week, still struggling with temper tantrums from bella. she continued, through the week to challenge me/us. but somewhere along the way, with input, support, and breaks from my parents and brother (mike left us monday afternoon), we seemed to find a cause for much of her angst, and i simultaneously got some suggestions on how i might handle the outbursts a bit more succinctly. despite my being tired, it was not these rough moments i remember about the week. it was her excitement at fishing with nonno, her pleasure in hiking up the trail with no fussies, her eagerness to paddle the canoe, her care of her little brother, her excited memories and comfort with where we were and her pure pleasure at being there, her pride in kicking back and forth in her inner tube, with
no-one holding onto her...these are the moments i will remember.



and finn...i know i have said this before, but he is getting to be such a
kid. standing next to his sister, who also recently had a growth spurt, his head meets her shoulder now. he is still in medium diaper covers (my girth barometer), but his height keeps creeping up. his words keep flowing in. not long before leaving for our trip, he learned how to nod. that funky, entire torso sort of movement that is so cute on a toddler. but mid week, he added "yeah" and "no" to his repertoire, vastly expanding his ability to communicate and have his needs met. i had forgotten how helpful those two little words could be. he is a little engineer, quickly getting into and figuring things out. and boats....oh, does finnian ever love the "bo! bo!"
what amazed me the most, amazed all of us, perhaps, was the mellowness and acceptance with which he took on each new physical challenge. the boy likes nature. he hiked (well, as much as a 1.5 yr old can), he splashed around in the lake, you name it. his sister's appreciation of being physical in nature has always been a little more reserved and has had to be encouraged along the way.

i am holding onto these memories, because, while i shared these joys, i was tired. adding to my fatigue were mike's absence for most of the week and sharing a room with two little people, one or both of whom could not manage to sleep through a single night. interrupted sleep, especially days of it, does me in. somehow, though, it is a night that finn (who had a cold and congestion the entire time we were gone) woke, would not be consoled, and ended up in bed with me (there were three nights like this), that is sticking in my mind. on this particular night, the only way he seemed to get comfortable, was to literally lay his little head on mine. so we snuggled, cheek to cheek, for hours.



coincidentally, one of my close mamma group friends sent the following poem in an email. it touched home as we close in on kindergarten, a 5th birthday, and as i continue the daily challenge of being the best parent i can be.
If You Can RememberIf you can remember that it takes three of my steps to equal one of yours;
If you understand that I must view life at an eye level three feet below yours;
If you can touch my life with your faith, without taking away my need for self-determination;
Then I can grow, learn, and become.
~ ~ ~
If you can remember that it takes time for me to gain the experience in living you have already had;
If you can understand that I can only relate to those things which have meaning on my levels of maturity;
If you can let me take a step of independence when I can, instead of thrusting me out or pulling me back;
If you can touch my life with your hope, without destroying my sense of reality;
Then I can grow, learn and become.
~ ~ ~
If you can remember that it takes courage for me to try again after failure, just like you;
If you can let me find my own path when I want, instead of choosing for me the way you think I should go;
If you can touch my life with your love, without taking away the space I need to breathe;
Then I can grow, learn and become.
~ ~ ~
Marti King For The Montessori Foundation