I owe you a real entry, I do, but I can’t do it right now.
The party was awesome. When I get my pictures off the camera, perhaps I will post a few. The samurai sword cake cutting was particularly impressive. I feel so inadequate, now, cutting cake with a regular knife…
Did you know that I am up to walking about 6 miles in an hour and a half pretty regularly, now? Did you know that walking 6+ miles with an 8-year-old takes closer to 3 hours and is, for some reason, MUCH more exhausting?
Did you know that an 8-year-old who complains about being tired, and hot, and having aching feet, and not wanting to walk any further, will actually giggle and perk up when tasked with carrying a heavy backpack? (I suspect she may be part malamute.)
Did you know that the same little girl who had to be removed from the church service because she couldn’t get over the travesty of not being allowed to scribble in the attendance register could sail through the afternoon on the elation of receiving a free t-shirt and a commendation on her fundraising?
Did you know that 8 is not too old to let your mother draw you a bath, sit and talk with you, and wash your hair for you? Did you know that even though she’s hot and tired and sore, herself, there’s nothing she’d rather do?
Did you know that this morning I bowed my head in prayer not in reverence, but to hide tears of frustration and embarrassment that I’d been unable to deal with my child with more patience and efficacy? Did you know that this afternoon my eyes stung with tears again, but this time with pride?
Did you know that I may never understand her, but it’s always an adventure with this daughter of mine?
Did you know you can make me laugh, cry, and smile with one little post?
I’m glad you guys made it; I’m proud of Chickadee; proud of you too; and pleased beyond belief that 8 really isn’t that much different than 7 — at least right now.
Gah. Thanks for making me cry all over again, after just wrangling a two-year-old who had a temper tantrum that ended in barfing, and me crying over her in the tub, I read this?
Sheesh.
On the other hand, glad to see you are alive. You didn’t post for two days! I was worried!
so, you have sword envy? And I thought that only samuri did.
You have every reason to be proud of your daughter. I am well impressed by her achievement – 6+ miles walked for charity. Even if she had only raised pennies it wouldn’t lessen the accomplishment.
Yay, Chickadee.
Awesome.
Wonderful post, miss.
Did you know that you can only hike with your malamute if there are food bowls placed at 50-foot intervals and a pig ear waiting at the end?
Wonderful little post – made me a little happy and a little scared that I might be having a baby girl.
Amen.
Wow.
I’ll say pretty please this time:
Pretty please will you be my mom?
I am hosting a contest on my Blogger site for “Mom’s Who Blog” in honor of Mother’s Day and I found your Blog to be very well written and creatively inspired.
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Winners who wish to do so – will be given a ” Mix
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Yes, feeling love and frustration at the same time is enough to drive anyone over the edge. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
Did you know that I feel the same way about my daughter who is rapidly approaching her eighth birthday? I am in the same boat, and it’s about time you passed me the oar…
Way to go, both of you!
Friends of mine cut their wedding cake with a samurai sword. ‘Twas pretty nifty.
That said…I think you’re such a good mommy! Thanks again for sharing.
I love this. You must be so proud of your daughter! I sense the tween years are approaching at lightening speed…
Oops, that would be lightning speed. I’ll be proud of *myself* when I learn how to spell.