Randomness
Since my last post, I have looked around for some new kind of music to enjoy. I started listening to the Coffee House station on Sirius XM. It was alright for awhile but it makes me a little sleepy. I was watching the Grammys and saw Mumford & Sons. And I think I found it. They have a nice blend of folk/bluegrass without being Redneck. I think the fact they are British helps a lot.
Right now Abby is playing with her little friend across the street. And I repeat my thanks that her best friend lives so close. This is awesome. And the best part? Abby's friend also has a little sister who is exactly 1 year (and a day) older than Isabelle. Jackpot!!
Last night Isabelle fell asleep at 7:30 and slept for 4 hours. It was awesome. At the time. Then when she woke up and wanted to play until 3 am, it stopped being fun.
I think I have a real problem letting go of trying to control Abby. I'm doing my very best not to call over there to ask if she's being a good girl and listening. I'm watching her play across the street and I see her playing kind of rough. I just want to go over there and tell her to knock it off. But I can't. I have to let her deal with the consequences of her actions. And if that means getting knocked down the snowhill after she hits, then so be it. But man is it tough to watch. Just like the other day at the library when two little boys didn't want to play with Abby. She was so shy but she got the courage together to go and ask them but they just told her to go away. I have to let her do her own thing, make mistakes and get reflected. It sucks.
The girls went inside for hot chocolate and I'm still sitting here. Watching. Like I'm able to see her playing. Or not playing. Or fighting. Or trying not to pee. Imagining what she's doing. I am going to be a wreck this fall when she goes to school. I never thought of myself as a helicopter mom. Maybe more like a satellite mom. I'm always there. Maybe out of your eyesight but always watching. (And taking the occasional picture!)
Right now Abby is playing with her little friend across the street. And I repeat my thanks that her best friend lives so close. This is awesome. And the best part? Abby's friend also has a little sister who is exactly 1 year (and a day) older than Isabelle. Jackpot!!
Last night Isabelle fell asleep at 7:30 and slept for 4 hours. It was awesome. At the time. Then when she woke up and wanted to play until 3 am, it stopped being fun.
I think I have a real problem letting go of trying to control Abby. I'm doing my very best not to call over there to ask if she's being a good girl and listening. I'm watching her play across the street and I see her playing kind of rough. I just want to go over there and tell her to knock it off. But I can't. I have to let her deal with the consequences of her actions. And if that means getting knocked down the snowhill after she hits, then so be it. But man is it tough to watch. Just like the other day at the library when two little boys didn't want to play with Abby. She was so shy but she got the courage together to go and ask them but they just told her to go away. I have to let her do her own thing, make mistakes and get reflected. It sucks.
The girls went inside for hot chocolate and I'm still sitting here. Watching. Like I'm able to see her playing. Or not playing. Or fighting. Or trying not to pee. Imagining what she's doing. I am going to be a wreck this fall when she goes to school. I never thought of myself as a helicopter mom. Maybe more like a satellite mom. I'm always there. Maybe out of your eyesight but always watching. (And taking the occasional picture!)
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