Change is Bittersweet

Angel told me that she had come for her hug and kiss before bed.  It's the first time I've noticed that she said "kiss" correctly.  It's another milestone, but I'm a little sad that my baby is growing up.  Big Kid didn't take long to go from being a little girl to being a big girl.  Angel has taken her time and I've embraced that time because I knew it wouldn't last.  I'm glad that she's thriving and making these steps, but what I wouldn't give to hear her say "a hug na piss" one more time.  Yes, she had trouble with the initial "K" sound and her ks sounded like ps.  It was funny and endearing all at the same time.

Times Square Hershey's Kiss


When Things Go Right

It's always nice to come to the end of a day and realize that things went well for a change.  Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a perfect day, but it was a good day.

My mother started a tradition the year after Big Kid was born.  We started going to Mothers' Day Tea at a historic house in our city.  The first year, it was my mom, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law and my Dad watched Big Kid so I could go. Over the years, the guest list has changed a bit and when Big Kid was a little older, she came too.   We didn't start taking Angel right away; after all, it was a little bit of a break for me and no one expected that Angel would be able to handle it.

Last year was Angel's first Mothers Day Tea and she loved it.  She thought it was great that she got her own little teapot and treats to eat.   She loved it so much that she could hardly wait to go again this year.  The girls put on fancy dresses and their "good" shoes and went to church this morning with Nonna and Nonno.   They told everyone at church where they were going and they were so excited.

They swung by to pick me up after lunch and the girls were just bouncing, they were so excited.  We were seated at a table in the farmhouse kitchen (last year we were in the parlour).  Both kids were thrilled that the resident calligrapher had written place cards just for them and I had to take pictures of both of them holding their cards.

Tea at Bovaird HouseThen we got down to business.  Angel carefully studied the tea menu and I read over the selections for her.  She pointed at one and said, "I want that one".  When it was time to give our orders, Angel pointed to the tea she wanted from the list, Cinnamon Apple Spice.  She told the server that Big Kid wanted the same one too.  Mom and I placed our orders too.

Angel put her napkin in her lap, quite nicely, until it slipped onto the floor.  She was quick to tell me when she had to go to the bathroom and for once didn't fool around in there.  I think the thought of missing anything kept her to the business at hand.

When we came back to the table, our tea was there.  I poured her tea for her, but Angel insisted on using the sugar tongs to put a sugar cube in on her own.  The first thing she ate was her chocolate covered strawberry.  She tried the scone with  strawberry preserves and cream on it, but she didn't care much for it.  She didn't eat much more of her plate, but she must have had about 4 cups of tea!  I didn't fill her cups up to high and she had milk in them, so it stretched out her pot quite a lot.

We ran out of sugar in our bowl, so Angel waited until one of the servers came by and pointed to our sugar bowl.  "We need some more of that."  It wasn't the most polite way to ask, but I think the server could tell that Angel was really trying.  Angel was thrilled when instead of refilling it, the server brought us a whole new sugar bowl that had a lid and was chock-full!  I should mention that Big Kid was too shy to ask for more sugar, but Angel knew that if she wanted sugar, she was going to have to speak up.

Angel was well-behaved at the Tea and the four of us had such a great time.  Angel kept talking about how this was her second Tea and her sister's fourth.  The girls told me later that they love going for tea because it makes them feel grown up.  They like to dress up and have tea in a real china cup.  I have to admit that I like it a lot too.  It's nice to do something with just us girls.  Yes, I still had to answer 6000 questions from Angel.  Yes, she had trouble sitting still and staying in her chair.   But it was a good day and couldn't we all use more of those?

 


Letting Go of the Reins a Bit: Dad Takes Angel to OT This Session

Angel started her OT pre-printing workshop today.  This is the first time that Dad has been the one to take her to therapy.  Normally, when I find out when the session is scheduled, I work with my employer to change my schedule around so that I can take her.  My employer is really good about work/life balance, so they make it happen.

Dad has been to most of Angel's assessments and sometimes came to therapy if he wasn't working.  He also took her a couple times when I was sick, but therapy is usually my thing.  Dad decided he'd take her this time so that I didn't have to change my day off and rework my schedule.  I wasn't too sure at first, after all, therapy is my gig.  I have to know what they worked on, what Angel's been assigned to work on at home, how she did, what worked, you know, basically everything.  I neither admit to nor deny being a control freak when it comes to Angel's therapy sessions.

It's not easy for me to give up control.  When I realized how much he wanted to take her to her sessions, I let go a bit and let him step into the drivers' seat.  It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to let him do it.  It turned out that Angel was the only student in her group session that showed up today.  She may be the only student for the entire session.  The one on one time will be a great boost for her.  Angel had a great time and she was happy to tell me all about it when she came home.

I would have loved to be there to see what she was learning and how I can help her more at home, but it is kind of a relief to let Dad do it this time.  This time, he's the one worrying about goals being met and getting her picked up from school on time to get to the clinic and remembering all that she worked on in therapy so that he can tell me later.

He took something off my plate without me asking, just to make my life a little less complicated.  My husband may be just be a super hero in disguise.

And I've learned that I don't have to do everything.  I can let others, especially Dad, help.  It's not a sign of weakness to accept help.

Now if only I could find time to do this:

TGIF

Maybe next week.



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