growing up

Being nice is underrated but it really shouldn’t be

March 3, 2010

I don’t usually talk about stuff like this but it’s something worth telling so here it is.

Ever since Tru started school, I make it a point to spend my mornings doing fun stuff with Kirsten. Stuff that makes her smile. Those 3 hours are our girly time and I guard it religiously. That means I try not to spend it with her strapped into the car seat while I drive all around town dropping cheques and picking up dry cleaning.

huh... errands again?!

Remember when Tru was hospitalized last month? I left my iPhone charger in the hospital and when I went back the next day, they told me that somebody found it but it got chucked somewhere and lost again.

So today, I figured I’d clear all my errands and swing by to pick it up at the same time. Already feeling bummed that baby girl would be spending the better part of her morning in the car seat, we sprinted up to the ward to do a grab-and-go. Except that it had mysteriously disappeared again and I was told that I would have to make a third trip down.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been the point where I made the poor nurse very sorry she took the shift where the crazy chick went ballistic. And if she had been rude or snappy, I probably would have raised hell like she had never seen before.

Only she wasn’t.

She was nice. She smiled. She said she was really sorry and she looked genuinely appalled that I would have to go back a third time. She also spent 10 minutes rummaging through every drawer she could find. Then she fussed over baby girl, gave her a lollipop and asked if she could hold her for a while.

Today could have been the day that we wasted running around in a frenzy. But instead, it was the day we met a nice lady who gave Kirsten her first piece of candy.

Sometimes, we need to be reminded that a little niceness goes a long way. Spread a little love, will you?

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growing up, how i pretend to be a cool mum

I need you too

March 2, 2010

When I was young they told me that no man is an island

I laughed at the metaphor, mostly because I was sure I’d make a fantastic island

“I don’t need anybody“, I said

Needing people makes you weak

Especially if they don’t need you back the same

Or when they leave and never come back

I made my heart smaller so there would only be room for me

Then one day he managed to squeeze his way in

“I need you too, and I’m not going anywhere“, he said

Grabbing a stool, he made himself comfortable

“Although it is a little cramped in here“, he murmured

Slowly he taught me how to make my heart bigger and bigger and bigger

Some days it gets crowded and I learn how to make a little more room

Now I realize that needing people can make you look weak

But it what it really does is make you strong

Truth is, I don’t even care about that anymore

Because it makes me happy, which is way better than before

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Kidspeak, Videos I dig

So if grandma is called mommy and mommy is also called mommy, who exactly is mommy?

February 27, 2010

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGStTXsAbwg

I’ve already established that my boy has an astounding vocabulary including words like “hepatitis” and “coincidentally“. Admittedly, they sound like “I like this” and “go see telly” but hey, close enough.

Just for kicks, I make him repeat ridiculously long words and he nails them every time. But there’s one word that is his archilles’ heel. That’s “grandma”.

Broken down, he has no problem with the syllables but joined together, his brain has an override mechanism that makes him say “mommy” instead.

I have no idea why that is so but suffice to say, there is a fair bit of confusion every time he calls mommy.

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