terça-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2015

Back to School...

My daughter will be starting preschool in four days.
Several strange sensations come and go.

My first-and-so-far-only daughter will be starting preschool and I realize it is the dawn of a whole new chapter in our lives. As simple as preschool seems, I am already inundated by a plethora of school requirements, and I feel like I am the one being evaluated here, the kids are just a distraction while the real test takes place: Can you face school all over again, from the very start? Will you pick the right clothes? Will she have the “right” brand of toothpaste? All these comparisons, taken to the mommy-level.  
I thought this was a done deal when I grabbed my high school graduation, but I see it all coming back in little increments. 
Furthermore, it's a whole new level of parenting choices exposed: the food I send in her snack bag, the shoes I chose for her, the way she deals with separation, with rules, and other adults, other children.
We'll be ok, right?
I am at the least, very, very curious.

Oh my god, what if the teacher is mean?


domingo, 11 de janeiro de 2015

No Rush

No rush, no rush,
Hush, hush!
No rush.
I am tired of the rush, and I promise, after my body came to a screeching halt this weekend, I realized, this is a sign. I might have eaten something that intoxicated me, but it was a sign nonetheless.
What is the rush?
Cherishing the moments with Cora, her view on life, her kisses and silliness, what's the rush? It'll change on its own, so don't wish it away. Let the other stuff fade away into procrastination, into the "I'll do it later", but not my life, her life, the sound of the wind in the trees, the nice feeling of lying on the floor with her watching her fall asleep by herself and her blankie.