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What the What?

#1 brought home this acrostic poem she created in honor of earth day:

Reduce by turning off lights
Elephants shood be helphthe (healthy)
Clean the earth
Yay! We have the earth
Cats shood be helphthe (healthy)
I Love the earth
Earth is oar (our) home

Cute, right?

Then last week she authored this dramatic tale:

Once upon a time there was a little boy. The boys name was Peeter. Peeter was not a good boy. There was a good girl. The girls name was Dasy (Daisy). The boy was a messy boy. Dassy was a cleen girl.

There was a queen. A queen that was queen of all the queens. The queen was in the reepupglick (republic) too. The queen had a gun. Dasy had a gun too. The queen was prity. Peeter got kitckt (kicked) and he died.

insert appropriate 6 year old illustrations.

What the what?



Not seriously worried, just scratching my head with a half-grin on my face and nostrils flared.

My little rat turned two

Sweet rat is usually a third wheel. Being dragged behind while we transport #1 and #2 to their schools and activities. She tags along when they play with friends or go on outings. Afternoons are spent busily doing homework, making dinner, cleaning up - while #3 is .... well, neglected. Lest you judge me as a dead beat mother, I will mention that I do try to take time every day that is just for her. So you can imagine how exciting it was for #3 on Saturday to finally have something be about HER! She was suspicious at first. Thinking it was too good to be true - could we all really be singing to her? And would she really be allowed to touch those wrapped gifts? By the end of the day she had accepted the truth, we really were celebrating her! She smiled pure rapture as I brought her her lighted birthday cake.

#3 is a joy and a gem. She has a strong will yet gentle ways. She loves affection and is known to approach total strangers with hugs, whispers or hand holding.

Now lets talk about me. I have so much mother guilt with #3. For many reasons. One is that I don't miss her infanthood. When #1 was growing out of babyhood I felt intense nostalgia for the time that had passed. Yet with #3 I don't have those same feelings. This makes me worry that I'm not loving #3 equally. I already feel so guilty that I can't offer her the same attentions that #1 and #2 received. I'm happy that she has grown independent. I feel more bonded to her now that she can communicate and reciprocate love.

I recognize that mothers must love their children differently and that changed circumstances aren't necessarily bad. But that is too reasonable for my passionate subconscious. How do you deal with mother guilt?

Current Events

DESPERATE MOTHER TRAVELS TO BYU WOMEN'S CONFERENCE; HUSBAND SURVIVES THREE DAYS ALONE WITH KIDS

sister, mom, sister

SAME MOTHER HUGGING ON NEWLY BAPTIZED NEPHEW, SHORTLY BEFORE BINGING ON SWEET TOOTH FAIRY PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES

YOUNG BOY LEARNS TO WRITE OWN NAME!!!!



23 MONTH WILLFUL CHILD WONDERS WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN NEXT



VALLEY OF THE SUN TEMPS EXCEED 100, DRIVES CITIZENS TO SEEK REFUGE IN NEARBY WATER (or swimming lessons)

And now that we are all caught up, please excuse me while I enjoy the remainder of my Mother's Day.