Sunday Scribblings: Sweet Demands

standard March 22, 2010 2 responses

“I WANT my water!”

You name it, Little L has probable demanded it.

A tangerine, her water, a cookie. Something, anything. No hesitation for this child, when she wants something, she wants it now, and she won’t take lightly to being told she can’t have it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Is my stock answer.

“Please. I want my water.” She replies.

“Close, but you can do better. Can you ask me nicely?”

Her blank gaze speaks volumes. She said please. She did ask nicely. What more do I want?

“You say: ‘Please, can I have some water?'”

“Please I can have some water?” She asks again. If she were older the request would be accompanied with a roll of her pretty blue eyes and if it weren’t then she’d roll them when I answered.

“Oh! L! Thank you for asking so nicely. Of course you can have some water. Let me get you some!”

This exchange has been going on for weeks and I was starting to wonder if she would ever learn to ask nicely for anything without being prompted time and time again.

And then, this weekend, she looked at me sweetly and asked “Mommy, can I have some candy?”

Which would have been lovely and perfect… if it hadn’t been 9am at the time.

This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt “Demands.” Click on the prompt to see how others were inspired!

Leaving the stroller in the car – an unexpected milestone

standard February 1, 2010 2 responses

“Oh, you don’t need that.”M said to our friends, gesturing to the stroller they had just pulled out of the trunk and were snapping open.They looked at him, confusion written on both their faces.

“Uh, honey, yes they do. Their kid doesn’t walk yet, and she’s heavy.” I gestured to the one year old perched on her mother’s hip, struggling to be put on the muddy ground.

Our own two kids were standing nearby, patiently waiting for everyone to gather their things. M looked down at them, light dawning. Little L has been a good enough walker and listener for months now that the stroller has truly become more of a hindrance than a help. A year ago we would never have dared leave the house without making sure that we had a) the stroller, b) the sling, and c) another back-up mode of transportation with us. Today we’ve finally reached a point in our lives where we can just grab our keys and dash out the door. No diaper bag, no stroller, no sippy cups and snacks, nothing but the kids and us.

It’s a bittersweet milestone to have reached. A sign that my little one really isn’t a baby any more. As she’s so proud to proclaim, she’s a “big girl” now. We’ve moved on from being a family with a young child. We’re a family of four; two little girls and two grown-ups, no more babies here.

I’ve been sad these past few weeks, seeing how big Little L has gotten. She’s wearing 3T clothing, talks a blue streak, and does a million other things that prove that she’s no longer a baby. But I mainly notice it when I hold her in my arms or cuddle with her on the couch. She’s all arms and legs. There’s no way to tuck her against me the way I’ve always done. She’s outgrowing her toddler body and morphing into a preschooler and it’s been killing me to see the last of her babyhood slip away.

I grabbed Little L’s hand, C grabbed her daddy’s hand, and the four of us headed towards the entrance of the Marine Biology Center we were there to visit. Both girls skipped along, excited to go pet the star-fish. I clasped the little hand tucked tight in mine and smiled down at the little girl bouncing by my side as she chatted about the fish we were about to see and the massive whale skeleton we passed by the front. As we moved onto the paved sidewalk I heard the rattle of my friend’s stroller behind me. Little L squeezed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I smiled even wider. Going from baby to little girl isn’t all bitter, some days it’s downright sweet.

This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings post Milestone. I hope you’ll take time to go over and discover how other writers were moved by the topic.

Sunday Scribblings – Interview

standard November 9, 2009 1 response

When I started working at Parenting on the Peninsula back in June, I knew that on top of my editorial responsibilities I would also be required to submit a monthly article. At first I had no clue what to write. I started with a piece about kite flying. Then I somehow managed to skip a month, followed by a short filler piece about something we were launching.

And I drew a blank. Between the editing and the brainstorming of articles for other writers, I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted to write myself.

Which is when I had a brilliant idea.

Mompreneurs.

Everywhere I went I was surrounded with brilliant, motivated, awesome moms who had acted on their ideas and passions to start companies. I figured it would be fun to interview a few of them to see if their stories might make compelling articles.

I had no idea how much I would enjoy it.

It’s no secret that people love to talk about themselves, but when they’re talking about their baby, their creation, there’s a whole other level of excitement that comes through. And yet, they don’t always know where to start or what to share. I get a thrill out of helping them tease out the great elements of their stories.

I have a few questions that I start with, just to get them talking, and I try to keep my ears open for the gems that will make the article sing. It’s a hunt of sorts. And yet it just feels like a great conversation. Even better, after all that the article basically writes itself.

It’s fun, and I love the whole process, but nothing beats hearing from the Mompreneur after they see the published article. I have yet to hear from one who wasn’t utterly delighted with the finished piece. I get an extra thrill from knowing that I’m the one who made them that happy.


This post was inspired by the Sunday Scribblings prompt “Interview.” Be sure to head on over to discover other great posts.

Sunday Scribblings – Human

standard July 6, 2009 4 responses

I want to breathe in deeply. I crave a lungful of air, but no matter how hard I try I never seem to be able to fill my lungs to capacity.

It’s not asthma or some other lung disease.

It’s anxiety. Pure and simple.

Anxiety has got my chest in a vice grip and it’s just not letting go.

Now I’m no stranger to anxiety. I think it’s the bane of anyone who happens to care a lick about anything. But usually I can pinpoint what is causing my chest to constrict, figure out how to fix it, and then fix it.

But I’ve been unable to take a decent deep breath for well over a week now, and there are actually times when my chest hurts from all the pent up tension, but I can’t figure out what is causing the anxiety so I can’t fix it.

Odds are it’s the book. Or rather the eternal fight between the “will I ever find it in me to finish this book” and the “why bother, it’s no good anyway.”

Or maybe it’s pure and simple fear that not only do I not have it in me to finish this book, but I won’t have it in me to accept that it might not be any good and that I have to put it aside and forget the months that I spent on it so I can focus on the next one, which may or may not be better.

Or maybe it’s BlogHer and the expense associated with this weekend that I’ve been looking forward to for just about 12 months now.

Or maybe it’s just money, pure and simple. Or rather lack of money because after almost a year I’m still not making the kind of money I need to make to keep this family afloat. And the guilt I feel about that deserves it’s own set of lungs to choke.

Or maybe it’s a combination of all of the above, which doesn’t bode well for my ability to make it all stop already.

I know that there are any number of pills that could help me relax, but I’m obstinate in my refusal to take any. I just want to figure out what is actually wrong, fix it, and get on with my generally quite happy life.

Seriously. This is not depression. This is not a long term thing. This is me being human and reacting to a slight overload of stress and very high (self imposed) expectations. I’ll be ok. You know, as soon as I figure out how to breathe again.

This post was inspired by my mounting anxiety and by the Sunday Scribblings prompt Human. (And yes, I know this was a stretch. What can I say… I’m only human.) Be sure to click through to read other great entries!

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