Kirra has recently been having some separation anxiety which at times can be very trying. However, I try to calmly and patiently deal with this anxiety and realize that I need to help her get beyond this stage. After spending as much time as we did over Christmas, it is hard for her to adapt to being her independent self in all areas from going to the dayhome, to dance class, and school. Each morning over the last couple of weeks, Kirra begins whining and all out crying about going to the dayhome. It has little to do with Ruth and the kids at the dayhome and more to do with her just wanting to be at home with Mom. It was difficult to take her some mornings and leave her so upset. However, I know that as soon as I left, she was fine and enjoyed playing with the kids. Dance class wasn't so easy, especially when her friend Hannah hadn't been there. And school semed to be just as hard. Last week they were in need of a volunteer and so I dropped my plans to stay and volunteer as a means to make it easier for Kirra. Then the following day at pre-school, she also had a difficult time to the point that I ended up staying in the hallway to peak in on her every so often and reassure her. The start of this week we turned a corner. I am so thankful for tips and advice from friends on facebook. One suggestion was tried on Monday and again on Tuesday and worked. As I sprayed my perfume, I dabbed some on Kirra's wrist so that when she was missing me, she could just smell her wrist and think of me and know that I would return soon. So thankful that this worked and I hope that we can move beyond this difficult stage.
Jaret is enjoying school and I am so proud at how well his reading is coming along. He does like school and being able to be with his friends, although with the cold weather today he told us he would rather live in Maui. Who wouldn't? Even when Jaret isn't in school, he enjoys learning. He is reading every word he sees. He loves when we read to him at night or when it is his turn to read. The other day he wrote a paragraph about our trip to Maui and the fun he had. And yesterday, he did 100 addition facts, getting them all right. Next he wants to do subtraction, but only because I told him I didn't print the multiplication sheet off. I like that he loves math so much - definitely a gifting for him. I am so blessed that he likes to learn and likes school.
With winter here, the weather has been cold, despite a few chinooks (one great thing about Calgary). With the colder, winter weather, the kids play inside more. They are enjoying some of their new toys from Christmas which is a great way to keep them busy and pre-occupied. I really enjoy hearing the way they play together and their imagination as they make up games. The other day they were measuring each other and taking turns going on the 'rides at Calaway Park.' They enjoy playing with the new air hockey table and lately they have even just been sitting and looking at books together. One day Jaret started reading Frog and Toad to Kirra but she got bored and went to play with her dollhouse. On the weekend, the kids played in the backyard for a bit but today was -38 with wind chill so we will wait until the next chinook for them to play outside again.
Below is a poem that I came across that I thought spoke some truth about being a Mom:
My Children
By Bertha C. Blankenship
My children are very smart,
Both of them have a great big heart.
They both are growing up each and every day,
In their own unique and special way.
Both of my children are filled with joy,
I love them dearly both my girl and boy.
When I am sad and have a bad day,
Both of my children know how to make my hurt go away.
I love my children more than words could ever say,
I am very graetful that they are alive each and every day.
They mean more to me than anyone will ever know,
When the children are not around me the days seem to go by so slow.
Everyday brings a brand new start,
After all my children are my heart.
I thank God each and every day,
That he sent two beautiful angels my way.
Both of them have a great big heart.
They both are growing up each and every day,
In their own unique and special way.
Both of my children are filled with joy,
I love them dearly both my girl and boy.
When I am sad and have a bad day,
Both of my children know how to make my hurt go away.
I love my children more than words could ever say,
I am very graetful that they are alive each and every day.
They mean more to me than anyone will ever know,
When the children are not around me the days seem to go by so slow.
Everyday brings a brand new start,
After all my children are my heart.
I thank God each and every day,
That he sent two beautiful angels my way.
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