There's no place like home...
Rather than surf the web for cheap return fares to Portland, I thought I'd share with you the Yarn Harlot's lovely letter to her daughter, in honor of her 18th birthday (okay, am I the only one who can't believe that she has a freaking 18-year-old daughter - was she like twelve when she had her?). Of course, you probably all saw this post before I did, being the good blog readers that you are. Except for Bill, who I am instructing to go read it right now. Thanks, honey!
It's so easy to get bogged down in the little annoyances of raising a toddler and a preschooler, especially ones who are "spirited" like mine. It's so easy to forget that the fact that Sydney needs to say everything at top volume is a sign of her zest for life, her sheer exuberance for every little thing that she's experiencing, and not something that we need to constantly shush lest the people at the next table be slightly disturbed. Now, saying the same thing at top volume twenty-five times in a row, that's something else entirely. Persistence? Unwillingness to give up at the first sign of impediment? I will try to take a deep breath and think about that the next time I'm ready to throttle her for demanding her vitamins for the forty-eighth time in five minutes. I do tend to be forgetful, which means that she may have learned this habit out of necessity rather than simply to annoy me.
When I'm away from them, though, even for the day, I forget all the little irritations and only remember their sweet little faces - Sydney's small voice over the phone (for some reason she sounds even more doll-like on the phone than in person), telling me she misses me, and how long is it until Sunday when I get to come home? Owen's chubby little hand planted firmly on my cheek, turning my head to show me the "woof" or "meow" or "boon" (ballon, to those who don't speak Owenese) or "coo-coo" (train, ditto) he's spotted. Their little footsteps when they run to greet me at the door, shrieking "mama", when I get home from wherever I've been for the evening.
It's good to have someone with experience reinforce the notion that the very traits that drive you crazy when your kids are small are things that will serve them very well as adults. Thank you, Stephanie, once again, for your fine words of wisdom. Now I'm trying to decide what I will be doing - trying to find the first flight out in the morning? Reviewing my class descriptions and the trade show map to get myself psyched up for the rest of the weekend here? Calling Bill so he can talk me down (or talk me into coming home)? I guess you'll find out soon enough!
PS - thank you all for your most helpful comments on the state of the blog. Sounds like you pretty much like it as it is, but perhaps with some tutorials and a bit more knitting thrown in. Duly noted - I will try to get on that, but as always, I reserve the right to remain incredibly lazy and just talk about things rather than actually doing them!