- Me: Did you play on the playground today?
- Luci: Yes, and I got a mosquito bite, look.
- Me: Oh, man!
- Luci: I'm not a man. I'm a little girl.
Blog title borrowed from poet Ted Kooser
Is it weird that I just ordered a wheat grass shot and a coffee at the same time?
The kids’ school encourages the older siblings, at drop off, to take the younger siblings by the hand and walk them to their classrooms. I love that. Especially after a morning like the one we just had, which was, let’s just say, not pleasant. Seeing that is like a reset.
Around noon today my awesome plastic surgeon switched out my temporary implants for my forever boobs. Luis said that when he came to talk to him afterwards he was really happy with the result. I’m so excited to see them when I change the bandages tomorrow. AND they took out my port!
Last year, in the toddler classroom at his school, Diego had his first crush. It was serious business. He and Valentina were peasinapod all year. When it came time to choose pre-school classrooms, we chose Yellow Door for D and they chose Aqua Door for V. We didn’t see her over the summer. One morning last week—the first week of school—we ran into her in the courtyard. D lit up like a thousand-watt bulb. That evening, when he and I lay in his bed talking about his day at school, I asked him if he played on the playground. “No, Mami,” he said. “I didn’t play on the playground because I was standing at the fence looking and looking for Valentina.”
Relevant to the quote I posted a few days ago, about clinging to old ways of being that do not serve us and/or are destructive, I’ve been focusing on paying attention to my internal chatter. Wow, what a bitch I am to myself! I’m so hard on myself, it’s crazy. Another crazy thing is that so many of us are. I’ve started noticing when I put myself down, and I change direction and talk to myself the way I would talk to anyone I love. I do this when I’m frustrated with other people, too. I think, “What is the loving thing to do right now?” Man, it’s a game changer.