Saturday was packed full of adventure, and friends and fun. Kira and I started off the morning with an 18 miler! Yehaa! I was beat. And sore. I won't lie. But I also felt powerful. I think we might run the whole darn thing.
After naps (for all the girls) we played outside. This cute video says it all. Roo loves her
"Wubles" and she was having a ball running around the patio chasing them. She just shrieks when she is having fun. All morning she only had one sock on. I couldn't find the other anywhere. But there was fun to be had together and so I let it go. We never did find it. When I changed her into her jammies Saturday evening I pulled off the one sock and tossed it in the basket. O'well!
Talia is such a beauty. Even with recycled braids and scratches on her face. (From little sis!) She has been being such a good girl. I love her! Sometimes I am hard on her, and expect her to be bigger than she is. It's a complicated thing. Like, because she is the big sister she aught not to spill her milk or leave her shoes in the hallway. But Ruby does those things, and I don't holler at her. (I try not to holler at all, but sometimes it happens.) I have to remember that my Tali is just 4. Big and smart and clever. But still 4. And she can't read my mind, she doesn't think like I do, and she isn't perfect. She's my little love. My first child. And I love her more than life.
I have had the impression the last few months that I need to make sure that she knows I think she is just as interesting as her baby sister, and that just because I expect her to eat her breakfast and help make her bed that I am not being mean to her. It's hard to teach responsibility and respect to a child. They need to see it practiced over and over in order to emulate it. (And that there friends is the tough part.) I want Talia to be my best friend. I want her to know that Mommy will always want her. And will always think that she is beautiful. No matter how big she gets.
I have to try each day to make my actions reflect my feelings for my kids. I don't ever want them to think that they are not as important to me as, say, having a clean kitchen, getting to a meeting, or making it to the bank before it closes. All of which are things for which I have put them in front of the TV, or said to them, "we'll read it later" or, "move!"
But it's a challenge. Mom has to be the teacher of all things. Cleanliness, self respect, motivation and responsibility. We cannot always play with our toys, and eat in the kitchen, and dirty our socks and leave them to be as they are while we merrily sing. We must merrily sing as we wash the dishes and pick up blocks and sort the whites. It's hard to find the balance between fun time and work time. I am glad however that I am able to be home with my children to work on this great challenge. Even when I am wiped out at night and want to cry, I am glad that it is me that gets to step over their toys and books and kiss them goodnight.
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