Um, hello March. I don’t know where the time has
gone. Ok, I do know. I just don’t want to admit how much time and
energy I’ve been putting into work lately. It’s not like I’ve been
working crazy hours, but because I took on a new role,
my energy has been disparately focused there and not at home. Nothing
is ever balanced…
I’ve been meaning to write more often, but the
ideas swirling in my head get lost before I can pin them down with any
structure. Just yesterday I was looking at a video from a little over a
year ago of Caroline and IT BLEW ME AWAY how
little she seemed, her words still mispronounced and her face still
carrying the cherub expressions of toddler-hood. How grown up she seems
now despite still only being FOUR. There are no more babies in my
house. Don’t get me wrong, we are still knee deep
in diapers and tantrums, but those are the growing pains of a Moo who
desperately wants to be as independent and grown up as her sister. By
the way Maggie, I get it. I lived my life the same way. I watch you
mimic Caroline and recognize that admiration at
its core. I hope I can convince you that your individuality is what
makes you special, do you don’t hide that to be like your sister no
matter how awesome she is.
And Caroline, the great thing is I also
recognize the pride you have for Maggie. Every time you squeal “SHE DID
IT MOM, Maggie DID IT!” I know. I know how you want to teach her
everything and I know you are so proud when she learns it.
I too have an awesome younger sister who I’m proud of daily.
Life is as complicated, messy and expensive as
ever, but I’m trying to focus on the important things. Most days I’m
failing. However, I’m happy to say that the past two months have
presented many dance party opportunities. We take full
advantage. Jonathan has even purchased a supply of glow sticks so any given weeknight, our family room turns into a rave. We all show off our moves and experiment with new ones that are too funny, crazy, silly to share outside of our own four walls.
Anyways, I hear the Moo upstairs fighting with Dad in the bath tube. It's a signal that it's time for a changing of the guard. Also, I have every intention of keeping this blog up
and contributing to it for a long time, so don’t give up on me despite
my quarter long absences.
