My 11 year old son is graduating from fifth grade next week and I couldn't be any prouder of how he is doing in school. He has grown up to be an incredible child yet a little hormonal at time (completely understandable). Though my heart is enlightened by his accomplishments I cannot help but feeling utterly confused and scared to a certain degree. I find myself thinking "what if he is a victim of bullying in middle school" or "will he change with me?", all of those predicaments are causing an elemental anxiety in me; elementary school is ending.
I remember just like now his kindergarten graduation, even his first day. It all seems so fresh in memories yet it was five years ago. That gets me thinking, five years from now he will be in high school and in five more he'll be graduating from college (he IS going to college). My gosh, time is too precious, too long and too short, to harsh and too soft. Time is the epitome of patience and existence, of love, it is the antithesis of worry and uncertainty.
It has been quite a journey, what a ride it has been, filled with a whole series of events that have surely marked each and every member of our family.
TO you my son I give my life, my heart, my love. To you who brought meaningful love and maturity to life in me, with your "warm huggies" and "milky kissies". To you I promise to NEVER give up, to never surrender and to hold on to that last tread of hope until the day God calls me into his kingdom. To you I leave a sister who adores you above everything else and who sees you as the greatest example to ever lived. I love you, and will forever carry the responsibility of motherhood to the highest standard possible, being that you carry the responsibility of childhood to that same level. A simple blog entry cannot express by any means how excited I am for you and how proud I feel my dear son, Te Amo.
It should be called "kids' Day" since they are the reason we are mothers.
Typical Mother's Day for me, every day is Mother's Day.. Every morning my daughter wakes up to hear her brother's voice calling her "Andrea, come play with me!", and I wake up as well :-) but to see those two little angels coexist and love each other more by the hour is very rewarding.
By the time I'm up from bed they have already managed to ask for breakfast 480 times and it's still 7am! Yes, 7am. Having said that, I start breakfast while trying to get everyone ready for school and the day ahead, combing little heads, brushing little teeth, making sure the milk ended up on the cereal plate, not the floor.
Everyone in the car! careful with the poop!
Our dog sleeps in the garage therefor accident DO happen and we might step in those accidents once in a while, I know. Already seated in the car I realize we have about 4 1/2 minutes to get to school, which is about 3 minutes away, but manage to get there on time for my son to start his day at fifth grade. Already back at home my four year "young" daughter seems to be TERRIBLY hungry, or so she says and starts practicing her future criminal attorney tactics on mom (and she is very good I must say). Andrea, the four year young, negotiates with me about her lunch and the time she will be having it (she is very gastronomy oriented) and so agreement is done, peanut butter sandwich it is of course shaped like a dinosaur.
Nap time has come held by the hand of crankiness, the tot must sleep and so she goes to my bed asking why with her eyes shut filled with tears; three minutes later she's out playing with angels, mommy has some serious business to do now. You see, I go to school from home, meaning on the computer, meaning whenever and if I get the time. At times is very challenging but not impossible nevertheless, "another day, another day" is all I think. By this time of the day I began to question my ability to stay awake, being at home tends to get you sleepy magically and coffee or Coca-Cola shots become very much needed.
Andrea is up! Time to get "tito", my 11 year old from school. Tito tells me about his lunch, the boy who kinda'sorta' bullies him, the grades he didn't want me to know and about how much he loves me (believe it or not, he still says "I love you mama"). At home I begin to notice how much of an impact my attitude has towards my kids' demeanor and try to canalize all those feelings towards a better place, a place of yes, a place of love. Homework gets done, dinner is served, discussions take over the dinning room table as well as laughter. Bath time is here, PJ's on, bed time is near...
As I get ready to read a story for shut-eye or pray with them my knees are already suffering from snake syndrome, I have to drag them to make it there, but as we say our prayers together it is there and then that I know what this day was for. It was for them, it was made and meant to be for them, after all, you don't get an assignment at work if it wasn't meant for you to bare it. That's how I look at motherhood, a job, but a job well done, with ups and downs, hugs and kisses, lunch and bullies, homework and dinner, PJ's and prayers, every single detail of those events have a place in our day because it was meant to be that way, mother's day...
Cherish it!
Good night to all.. ♥
