The following is an entry that was to be prior to "Multitasking" made the cut. "Multitasking" exists because I didn't realize a draft was saved when the plug was pulled. But Max grows and earns more and more "lasts" - last time he said "sawwy?" I don't know; last time he said "help you?" no clue. I'd forgotten he'd ever said it, which now that I recall it, is devastating. So I will publish this belated blog entry. If for nothing else, but to help me remember.
One of the things I'd like Max to learn is manners. It may seem trivial, or even meaningless at this point in his life. Sometimes I wonder myself, but I also feel that it's never to early to start good habits.
Max's language is developing at an awesome pace. I just marvel at what he can say. I think back to those developmental checkpoints Dave and I felt obligated to check to make sure we weren't missing any red flags in Max's formative months. A few months back, one stated that he should be able to say 10 words in context. There Dave and I sat, counting, thinking, "Hi, Mommy, Daddy, more, eat, etc.", feeling confident that he had mastered the minimum requirement for his age, if not surpassing the goal. Now, I could probably sit for 10 straight minutes and not be able to list every word he can say. And he knows meanings for them and can even string several together to make a beautiful statement (of sorts). Some of the words he knows now, and uses regularly, even without prompting are "Please (peece, in a hushed whisper), thank you, sorry (the typical sawwee), and hi." I feel an enormous pride when someone gives him something and he says thank you all on his own.
My wonderful family
Friday, September 28, 2012
I'm Back...
Reading my last entry, I realized it's entirely possible that I actually was pregnant and had possible child since then. Fact is: I wasn't with child other than the little boy that was put in my arms March 10, 2010. However, much as happened since then.
In short, I got a job, made friends with my colleagues, saw my husband's inspiring return to Musical Theatre, took Max to his first Sesame Street show, saw him turn 2, began house-hunting, threw a baby shower, lost my job, got it back (those 2 were all in the same day), saw 3 friends have babies, directed a one-act play, finished school (my job), bought a house, became a SAHM, got elected president of Gaslight Theatre Company, took Max to a water park for the first time, moved, went to family reunion (where Max jumped off the diving board into the deep end!), took Max to the beach for the first time, saw Evita in NYC (with Ricky Martin), decided to stay a SAHM, went broke, embraced a cleaning schedule and made 3 types of jam. I've been busy.
I've had a really hard time adjusting to being a SAHM, and this blog would have been really useful in venting some of my crazy feelings during that time. Again, in summary, I was feeling (in no particular order) guilty, giddy, excited, afraid, nervous, guilty again, so happy, so afraid and so so happy. I've worked through most of these feelings, leaving only so happy and a little nervous, both of which are manageable. I've embraced that my new job is keeping our home happy and clean, warm and inviting, full of love and memories. I've accepted that I don't get vacation days, but I am appreciative of my family who affords me a night off once in a while. I've learned that there are so many countless wonderful things that happen between me and Max and that recalling them to others is not nearly as effective and experiencing them first hand. I've become proud of my teaching skills and how I hone them for my tiny class of one person; seeing him learn and knowing I taught him has become so much more concrete. I've become resourceful, knowing that someone who works outside the home might see my situation as completely open and flexible, and that knowing my son, it's not as flexible as you might think. I've come to appreciate a schedule, even imposing one on my own daytime life. I applaud working parents, because even if you really love your job, it is still a sacrifice to walk out that door and leave your child behind every day. I applaud SAHP, because having done it for several months now, it is every bit exhausting as it is fun. There are no mandatory breaks every 4 hours of work, no sick days, no Christmas bonuses, and when Dave works all day and all night, well that's just a whole lot of Max.
And I wouldn't trade those minutes for anything now that I have them.
In short, I got a job, made friends with my colleagues, saw my husband's inspiring return to Musical Theatre, took Max to his first Sesame Street show, saw him turn 2, began house-hunting, threw a baby shower, lost my job, got it back (those 2 were all in the same day), saw 3 friends have babies, directed a one-act play, finished school (my job), bought a house, became a SAHM, got elected president of Gaslight Theatre Company, took Max to a water park for the first time, moved, went to family reunion (where Max jumped off the diving board into the deep end!), took Max to the beach for the first time, saw Evita in NYC (with Ricky Martin), decided to stay a SAHM, went broke, embraced a cleaning schedule and made 3 types of jam. I've been busy.
I've had a really hard time adjusting to being a SAHM, and this blog would have been really useful in venting some of my crazy feelings during that time. Again, in summary, I was feeling (in no particular order) guilty, giddy, excited, afraid, nervous, guilty again, so happy, so afraid and so so happy. I've worked through most of these feelings, leaving only so happy and a little nervous, both of which are manageable. I've embraced that my new job is keeping our home happy and clean, warm and inviting, full of love and memories. I've accepted that I don't get vacation days, but I am appreciative of my family who affords me a night off once in a while. I've learned that there are so many countless wonderful things that happen between me and Max and that recalling them to others is not nearly as effective and experiencing them first hand. I've become proud of my teaching skills and how I hone them for my tiny class of one person; seeing him learn and knowing I taught him has become so much more concrete. I've become resourceful, knowing that someone who works outside the home might see my situation as completely open and flexible, and that knowing my son, it's not as flexible as you might think. I've come to appreciate a schedule, even imposing one on my own daytime life. I applaud working parents, because even if you really love your job, it is still a sacrifice to walk out that door and leave your child behind every day. I applaud SAHP, because having done it for several months now, it is every bit exhausting as it is fun. There are no mandatory breaks every 4 hours of work, no sick days, no Christmas bonuses, and when Dave works all day and all night, well that's just a whole lot of Max.
And I wouldn't trade those minutes for anything now that I have them.
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