Saturday, September 10, 2011
There really isn't anything that I can say that hasn't already been said.  We all remember where we were the moment we heard the news.  Where our loved ones were and how we desperately wanted to be with them.  By their sides.  In their arms. Or, holding them.  However you responded - with tears, or prayers, or by being frozen by fear.  No wrongs or rights.  Just part of being human.

Here are a few photos that, to me, embody our feelings of helplessness and our humanity and our love for one another.  Because there are no words...

Source: google.com via Brynn on Pinterest

Source: flickr.com via Brynn on Pinterest


Thursday, September 8, 2011
Day two of Kindergarten.  And, I'll be darned if Little Guy hasn't already thrown us for a loop.  If you know me, you would know that my biggest concern about sending him off to school, without me, all day long, is the influence of all of the other kids in school on him.  Because my child is perfect.  And, he would never be a bad influence on another child.  Don't we all think that, to a certain extent?  Just agree with me to make me feel better, please.

I've entertained all kinds of scenarios in my head.  Like him coming home using expletives that only the cast of the Jersey Shore uses.  Or, even worse, wanting to sport the hairstyles or fashion choices of the cast of the Jersey Shore.  I just know it's inevitable.

So, when Little Guy shared a certain gesture that he learned with Hubby and me, after dinner, that we knew could have only come from a fellow classmate at school, we were fit to be tied.  Was this happening already? This is what he demonstrated to us, while asking us, "Do you know Mr. Tall Man?"

In perfect unison, Hubby and I, with stern voices, trying to keep calm, said, "WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!"  He replied with an almost devilish grin, his tongue finding the outer corner of his mouth, "What?  It's Mr. Tall Man."  We were not happy, to say the least.

And, then, he proceeded to elaborate...
Mr. Tall Man was only part of what he learned that day.
Wait for it...(my finger was over the speaker for the first few seconds - sorry!)

For, along with Mr. Tall Man, he was also introduced to Mr. Thumbkin, Mr. Pinky and Mr. Pointer.  And, all the numbers you can count with your fingers.  In melodic fashion.  Care of his teacher.

If only he had introduced us to Mr. Thumbkin or Mr. Pinky first.  It would have been much easier to warm up to Mr. Tall Man. And, yes, he is the tallest member of the finger family.  Appropriately named. The black sheep, as well.

Alas, things are rarely what they seem.  And, thankfully so.  At least in this instance.


Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Hey there!  It's been a couple of weeks since my last post.  And, for good reason, I think.  I really wanted to be sure to make the most of the last weeks of summer with Little Guy and the rest of my family, before school started.  So, while I visited with my sister in Florida, I promised myself I wouldn't indulge in the whole computer addiction I had been forming.  I was spending way too much time on my computer.  So, I wanted to prove to myself that I could do without.  That I didn't have a problem.  And, that this blogging thing was still something that was calling out to me.  It enabled me to gain a bit of perspective.  To stop being obsessed with my numbers.  How many page views.  How many followers.  It was ridiculous, quite frankly.  And, it deterred me from writing from my heart and keeping it fun for me.  And, for you.

So much has happened in the last few weeks.  A great visit with my sister.  An earthquake at home, while I was on the road. Aftershocks.  Hurricane Irene.  Visitors taking refuge from Hurricane Irene.  Sickness, and losing my voice.  And, the most important.   Little Guy started Kindergarten yesterday.  And, he loves it.  I was a complete basket case the day before.  I broke down crying on three separate occasions.  It didn't really surprise me.  So, on this the first week of what begins a much more independent life for him, these are my wishes for him...

Dear Little Guy,

I love you and the little man that you have already become.  I love your kind heart.  I love your silly nature.  The way you make faces that make me laugh.  The way you turn every situation into an adventure.  The fact that that you claim that your love to give and receive hugs and kisses is what makes you special.  The fact that you deem God to be the most important "person" in your life.

Which leads me to my next train of thought.  This is a rough week for Mommy.  I love you so much.  And, for the past five years, I have been the single biggest influence in your life.  Of course, Daddy has been huge as well, but I have been so blessed to be able to stay home with you.  To be your playmate.  To help you develop a love of books.  To discipline you as best as I can.  To try to teach you to be kind to others.  To consider others' feelings.  To try to teach you to control your temper, which is eerily like mine. To be joyful, as God intended you to be.

But, now you will be spending the majority of your days with people I don't know.  And, I'm wondering if five short years is enough time to instill in you what you need to deal with all the world will put in your path.  Daddy and I will still, of course, continue to do our best, in the time that we have, to reinforce those things that we believe are so important.  And trust that God will be with you when we are not.  And that you will notice His presence, right there with you.

I've talked to you, Little Guy, about that voice in your head - and in your heart.  You know, the one that speaks to you when no one else is around?  That no one else but you can hear.  The one that gently nudges you.  And tells you when something isn't quite right.  When you may want to make a better choice than the one right in front of you.  The voice that God put in you, in all of us.  To guide you.  To help you.  To let you know that you're not alone.  The one that makes you stop before you do something you may regret.  The one that makes you pause and look at Mommy (if she's close by) before you do it.  Because you know there's probably a better choice.  It's the one that tells you to share your toys with your buddies even when you really don't want to.  It's the one that gives you the courage you need to speak that first word to a classmate who desperately wants to make a friend at school, just like you do.

I believe in you.  And, you should believe in yourself.  I am so excited to see how your life unfolds.  The friends you make. The goals you achieve.  The failures that teach you the most in life.  More so than the triumphs.

You are a blessing from God and it amazes me that He has entrusted Daddy and me to take care of you.  With all of our glaring imperfections.  We do have one thing that I cannot deny, though.  That qualifies us more than anything to be your parents.  Huge hearts full of boundless love for you.

So, if I have any advice for you, my wonderful boy, it is to listen to that voice in your head.  In your heart.  Let it guide you. Don't ignore it.  Acknowledge it.  And, be brave.  And, I will do my best to do the same.

All of my love.

And endless hugs and kisses,

This post was inspired by several posts by fellow bloggers who also wrote letters to their little ones who are starting school this year.
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