Today probably for the very first time since her birth I was really impatient with Sitara. No, I didn’t explode or anything, but I felt frustrated and didn’t try to calm her as she had tantrum over tantrum over tantrum about everything in general and nothing in particular. Am I a bad mom? No– but I sure felt it tonight. My little girl — but she doesn’t seem like that tonight. Who is this little stubborn baby girl?
Category: Family
Family
My Why
It takes a pretty powerful motivation to take what some people might consider risks. I have two really good ones. My husband and my daughter. We want to be able to give her all the opportunities that we possibly can, and want to be the ones to raise her — rather than camp counselors and teachers. Napoleon Hill says burning desire backed by faith is what it takes to get started down the path to success. What us it that our earstwhile President says — Yes we can!! Well, Yes I Can!!! I know I can do anything I put my mind to, and that failure is not an option.
Sitara was visiting our neighbor and decided to hop up and join her for a duet! Adorable isn’t she? Well ok so I’m biased. But seriously how can you resist that face? It’s for that face, that I would move heaven and earth.
The smile that warms me
There’s absolutely nothing more engaging than the smile of your child. It can part the clouds and bring out the sun, no matter how miserable a day, her smile never fails to cheer me up.
Todays latest was her wagging her pointy finger to say ‘that’s not yours, that’s mine.’
We went to play with her friend Mackenzie in the park and this time, instead of being shy, she started playing with her right away. Infact Kelly and I were able to sit on a bench and catch up as the girls played. That was a first! There was not a lot of ‘mummy come’ for me to join her on the slides.
She’s been talking a lot — very understandable to all.
Fun in the Sun
Today was a perfect day in southern California, after a great 4.5 mile run with my half my age running partner, I got to take Sitara to the library to pick out books. We got home in time for lunch and an invite from her friend down the street to come swimming. I’ve been remiss and not taken her to the pool much but lately she’s been loving the water, so we went and all she did was paddle at the pool’s edge. The thing was that she didn’t want to wear swim diapers or a bathing suit, rather she ran around on her regular diaper and tshirt. Either way she had a great time and for the first time in ages, I got to do nothing, but sit at the pool’s edge playing with my daughter– not doing chores, not thinking of errands, just playing. Quite a novelty and definitely something I could get used to.
The Breathing Space 