Kindergarten Orientation (Round 2)

Karma bit me in the ass when I took my son (my second born) to his Kindergarten orientation today.

In a haze of mom-ster arrogance, I had muttered to a friend that I hoped that my son wouldn’t be placed in a class full of first-time moms to school-aged kids. I poked fun at how hard it is the first time around for the children (and the moms) – how tears would be shed, and how I wanted to be grouped together with other “seasoned” parents who would opt to drop-and-go on day one of school.

Karma’s a bitch (and so was I).

I showed up with my coffee in hand (and baby in stroller), and strolled into the library with my head held high. I observed the new families in the room and reminisced about how nervous I had been when it was my first time. But I felt confident that this year would be easy breezy – I was just going through the motions. You know, for my son.

When the time came for the children to leave us in the library while they toured the Kindergarten classroom, disaster struck with a vengeance.

My son suddenly grasped onto my leg with a deathgrip and wailed “I don’t want to goooo” while my littlest simultaneously decided to wriggle and squeal in my arms. All of the other children – all newbies to the school scene, pleasantly obliged and walked hand-in-hand in pairs down the hallway. After several failed attempts at negotiations with my boy (including but not limited to: acts of bribery, stern commands, minor threats, loving coaxes and many many deep breaths), I followed the line of children – stroller, and wailing boy in tow.

As I stood by the door of the Kindergarten classroom, holding my distraught son in one arm and my overtired, cranky one-year-old in the other, I looked on as the other children sang along to songs, coloured pictures and enjoyed circle time.

I side-glanced to the outer perimeter of the classroom, where I noticed two teachers scribbling notes – observing each child and their reactions to this new environment. One of the teachers glanced in my direction, flashed a crooked, sympathetic smile at me, and scribbled some notes on her pad – presumably documenting my son’s behaviour.

I was officially that parent.

After about 20 minutes, I managed to sneak out of the room, leaving my son to his own devices. And of course, when they were finished (and the teacher observers had left), he met me with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes – grabbing me by the hand, eager to show me what he had done.

Today I learned that having three kids doesn’t make me more experienced as a parent. It doesn’t make mothering any harder (or easier) because each child and each experience is new and completely different.

When school officially starts in September, I will not judge the new moms. Instead, I hope to be just like them.

Kindergarten Orientation

Mother’s Day Aftermath

Based on the flood of sunshine-drenched family photos and toothy-grin-flashing mom/kid selfies that graced my social media feeds this weekend, I think it’s safe to assume that Mother’s Day was a success for all. But like the famous proverb proclaims, all good things must come to an end.

My Mother’s Day went down as it usually does – I woke up to a pile of beautifully handcrafted cards and pictures, and creatively curated homemade gifts from my kids. This year, my son made me a candy pot (who doesn’t love a dish whose sole purpose is to hold treats!?), and my daughter made me a lovely candle holder and a book about what she loves about her mommy. And my youngest? She slept through the night for the first time in 4 months. Best. Gift. Ever.

And as always, my mom stole the show with an extravagant bee-themed cake and teapot, because the best moms make sure the day is extra special for their kids, am I right?

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After a delicious pancake breakfast made by the hubby, I cleaned the house, went grocery shopping, and made a bbq dinner for my parents and family. We hung out by the river, soaked up the sun, and enjoyed each other’s company.

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I went to bed with a full heart (and belly) and felt so thankful for the three little monkeys I had created.

And then it was Monday morning. I woke to my baby’s screams at 5am, and paced around the house trying not to drop her flailing body. My son woke in a sweat, screaming ‘mommy’ as if it were a synonym for ‘scary spider’ so I rushed in to calm him. My oldest daughter slept in, and when I woke her to get ready for school, she whined and grimaced, proclaiming that she couldn’t move because he body was achy. After a quick checkover by Dr. Mom (aka yours truly), it was apparent that she had caught her sister’s throat infection. Sick day confirmed.

And now as I sit at my dirty dining room table, scrambling to meet work deadlines while hushing my fussy baby, and pushing back mom guilt over the fact that my other two are on their fourth episode of Full House and it’s not even 10am, I’m realizing that this mom life is real, and that next Mother’s Day, I deserve more than cards and pancakes. I deserve a day off. Can I get an Amen?

Mommy’s Grounded

When I was 7 years old I wrote my first book. I remember carefully cutting out a piece of cardboard from an old cereal box, and folding it in half to create the book cover. I then wrapped it with an old piece of burgundy velvet because I loved the rich colour and the way it tickled my fingers when I touched its soft surface. The book was called “The Adventures of Garbanzo” and I’m sure I still have it somewhere tucked away in a box.

Throughout my life I kept handwritten journals, filling their pages with daily thoughts, dreams and poetry. After a brief writing hiatus, I started this blog in July of 2011 to revive my love for writing and provide myself with a creative outlet. This blog has led to so many amazing, life-changing opportunities and I’m grateful every day for the supportive online community that I have become a part of over the years. I have become an influential mom blogger, a published writer, and a self-employed business owner all thanks to my leap into the blogosphere.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and next week, one of my writing dreams will become a reality. I’m so excited to share with you all that I will be writing my own weekly parenting column for one of Vancouver’s largest newspapers – 24 Hours Vancouver.

Each Parenting 24 Hours VancouverFriday, I will be sharing opinions, confessions and anecdotes related to parenting hot topics. You can expect an against-the-grain, honest (with a touch of sarcastic humour) take on some of the things that are frequently talked about in the world of parenting. I can’t wait to start this journey with a fresh voice and and a  new platform to share my stories.

I’ve decided to call my column Mommy’s Grounded – the meaning can be read as grounded as in ‘in trouble’ or ‘punished’, or ‘well-balanced’ and ‘sensible’, depending on the reader’s interpretation.

Parenting 24 Hours VancouverOn occasion I’ll be reaching out to my parenting network for opinions on story ideas and hot topics (because it’s not all about me!). If you’re interested in joining in on the conversation, follow my Facebook Page.

Thank you to all of my readers who have followed my journey so far, and stay tuned for many more adventures as I embark on this new endeavour.