From One Mom To Another

Tuesday, September 2nd was the first day of the Republican National Convention (Which means a week of speeches, analysts, and news for my household.),  Anna’s first day of Pre-school (with many prayers, including her own that her teacher would like her and she would not get in trouble. This has been her prayer for about a week now, it even replaced her prayer for God to never make it thunder again. ), and her first day to the Emergency Room.  (I hear the sighs and gasps around the world.)

The day began with excitement and a few tears (of my own). I did not cry when I sent Emily to Pre-school for the first time, but then again I held a 6 month old in my arms at the time. Now that 6 month old is the one who walked boldly into her classroom, hung her backpack up like a big girl, and, finding the playdough on the table waiting for her, never looked back to see where mommy was. I know I have done my job well when that happens, yet the mixed emotions of pride and sadness resulted in a few tears as she marched on without me.

 When I picked her up from school she was glad to report that Mrs. Mills liked her and she liked Mrs. Mills, and she did not get in trouble, so her prayers were answered and she was happy. (and so was I) 

Last night we prepared for bed, and Ben and I were ready to begin a night of the R.N.C. (you can call Ben a political junkie, so the last two weeks of conventions has been a great high for him.   ) Anna was so pumped because she was going to school again the next day.

One of Anna’s favorite energy activities is to spin and twirl and laugh until she falls down dizzy (oh if we could bottle 3 year old energy we would need no debates over the energy crisis in America. ) This time, however, she spun and twirled right into the corner of Emily’s bookshelf. She screamed, and as any mom who has two or more kids, I assumed she would come running in the kitchen if she were really hurt, and I did not pause in what I was doing. Then Ben screamed out and I knew that was worth a response. It only took a moment to assess her head to know we needed to go to the E.R. Thus her second first of the day. 

Four hours later we had a fantastic Dr. (who happened to specialize in Pediatric Plastic Surgery) sew five stitches while she willingly held her head and body still. She was not strapped down as most little ones would have to be, but we told her this was the alternative, and because she is so smart she chose to hold mommy’s hand and control her own body. The second time I cried in the day with pride and sadness for my little one. 

Sorry, for all the political comments. You can tell the R.N.C. speeches play in the background.