ALL ABOUT THEM
Navy and Dax each gave me those "All About Mom" spotlights yesterday as they usually do around Mother's Day each year. It's fun to see myself through their eyes, even if it is within simple questions like what my favorite food is. This year Daxton filled in the "My mom's job is..." blank with "Doctor". Clearly I must be misleading him with what I do for work. He also wrote "My mom's favorite thing to do is - play with me." That one (although I feel like I constantly fail at being present and slowing down to just play with the kids) I hope they know is true. My very favorite thing is spending time with them. Since they do these little spotlights for me every year I figured I'd write a few things about them.
Navy - You're NINE years old. In a few months you'll be TEN!! Right now you're into stuffed animals, and tiny surprise bag toys like Shopkins and Hatchimals. You have fun putting outfits together, and (despite my many speeches about how I would dream of getting to play with her hair while being pregnant with her...how it's my god given right EVEN to pull her hair back into a ponytail) you stand your ground in wanting to do your hair yourself. Your favorite Christmas present you got last year was your very first camera. You sneak it into your backpack to school sometimes and love taking pictures and videos of your friends. This week your favorite color is teal (or maybe just today). What I can count on day in and day out..is how much you love everyone around you. You’re creative and silly and genuine. Sometimes I get after you for “trying to be the mom” but you’re THE. BEST. big sister to Daxton and help me in so many ways. Becoming a mom has been my dream for as long as I can remember. Earlier today you said you’re “nine and three-quarters” years old. It’s been the best nine and three-quarters years of my life. So much because of YOU.
Dax - my bubbs. You’re seven years old. You still love planes, helicopters, and basically anything with a propeller. Your latest obsession is soccer and with us being apartment dwellers you’re constantly kicking around whatever you can find in the house. Every. single. week. when it’s your night to pick and help with dinner you choose fish sticks and macaroni. Every time. You’re missing one of your front teeth and your favorite thing to say when asked if you like something is “I don’t like it ....*long pause....I LOVE IT!” You love to draw comic books. When you aren’t drawing you’re running and climbing and kicking and dancing. When we ask you what you’re looking forward to each morning on the way to school usually your response is “making a new friend.” Which seems to come so easy to you because you treat everyone like a friend the moment you meet them. I wish I had even half the energy and heart to treat everyone like friends the way YOU DO.
Mother's Day is another one of those reflective days where I look at my family and just think about how blessed I am. Of course, I milk it for all it's worth (um...breakfast in bed, yes please) and also try and recognize myself for how hard I'm trying at this mom thing. I just see so many of my friends who have struggled in growing their family. Or the mother that came into my work with her 10 month old baby to be evaluated for surgery. Holding back tears trying to comfort that sweet baby girl that was going through chemo. So today, I think of them too. I have been so damn blessed to have these kids. These healthy, crazy kids. I love them so much, and their amazing Dad too. (I'll have to do a whole other post about Danny another day.) Being a family with them is harder and sweeter than I ever could have imagined. I'll be over here doing my best to soak in these stuffed animal collecting, lego pick up-ing, toothless grinning days. These days that feel long, but are short. Tiring, yet are literally what LIFE is made up of. I love them and being their mom.
Dax - my bubbs. You’re seven years old. You still love planes, helicopters, and basically anything with a propeller. Your latest obsession is soccer and with us being apartment dwellers you’re constantly kicking around whatever you can find in the house. Every. single. week. when it’s your night to pick and help with dinner you choose fish sticks and macaroni. Every time. You’re missing one of your front teeth and your favorite thing to say when asked if you like something is “I don’t like it ....*long pause....I LOVE IT!” You love to draw comic books. When you aren’t drawing you’re running and climbing and kicking and dancing. When we ask you what you’re looking forward to each morning on the way to school usually your response is “making a new friend.” Which seems to come so easy to you because you treat everyone like a friend the moment you meet them. I wish I had even half the energy and heart to treat everyone like friends the way YOU DO.
Mother's Day is another one of those reflective days where I look at my family and just think about how blessed I am. Of course, I milk it for all it's worth (um...breakfast in bed, yes please) and also try and recognize myself for how hard I'm trying at this mom thing. I just see so many of my friends who have struggled in growing their family. Or the mother that came into my work with her 10 month old baby to be evaluated for surgery. Holding back tears trying to comfort that sweet baby girl that was going through chemo. So today, I think of them too. I have been so damn blessed to have these kids. These healthy, crazy kids. I love them so much, and their amazing Dad too. (I'll have to do a whole other post about Danny another day.) Being a family with them is harder and sweeter than I ever could have imagined. I'll be over here doing my best to soak in these stuffed animal collecting, lego pick up-ing, toothless grinning days. These days that feel long, but are short. Tiring, yet are literally what LIFE is made up of. I love them and being their mom.
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