So yesterday my MIL picked bubby up from school and bubz was in a MOOD! whoa-total cranky pants. Fred (in case you haven't ready my very first post introducing my boys- Bubby is our first and Fred -his nickname was given to him by his big bro- Fred is our newly 2nd son) was not napping well and was waking early so I knew it was going to be an afternoon to remember. Bubby was so clingy - I automatically think is he sick now too? (Fred has been sick since Monday so it has been a week here in the Derrico crib.)
Then I hear him calling "Mom"- but in the way that I know he needs something that isn't going to be so fun. Yeah- you know what I mean. So keep in mind that Bubby is newly 5 and is still mastering "wiping his toosh" all by his lonesome. But there are times when, well he needs help. (Not the most fun duty of being a parent but one that you suck up.) So I "helped" bubby get cleaned up and then Fred was up and crying...so I run up to his room and can smell that he is going to need help as well. So as I wipe Fred's lil almost 6 month tooshie I realize that I need to remember this moment when my boys still need me. Yes, there are times when I swear the looney bin bus is ready to pick me up- Hedoublehockeysticks- I want to call them myself at times! And as a mom/parent you can go from the wee hours of the morn to so late at night running then crashing without a thanks and you sometimes feel like not really a person. But then you look at their faces so innocent, so beautiful, and you forget about those yucky moments and carry on because you are a proud parent. My boys are sprinkled and I have a feeling that they will become individuals that leave their mark in this world. (Can you tell that I am a proud mama?)
Anyway, my point- right now they need me to wipe their tooshies and tears: Fred is completely attached to me for the obvious reasons-he's a baby and I have boobs; 'nough said. Bubby well, he needs me but his independence grows more with each day. Before I know it, Bubby will be getting on a bus, driving a car, going off to college and starting his own family and Fred will soon follow...So, in this moment and for the near future I am thankful that I get to go from one tooshie to the next!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
A Promise
So, I am a little late on this...New Year Resolutions are so last week BUT I find it very important to document what I am about to commit to for 2010 and beyond- cause if it ain't written it don't exist! Anyone close to me knows that the last few years have not been easy (to say the least) but I have my health, my hubby, my sons, my home, my dog, loving family & friends- so really, I have it pretty good. I could use a few bucks (well, more than a few) but the important stuff is in check- you can always make more money, right? All of these wonderful things are not to be taken for granted- I am sure that is a huge, duh. But it is very easy to get caught up with the crazy in life- I am soooo guilty of this. I think at times I am the worst at keeping in touch with loved ones. I do try my best though.
With the close of 2009 and with the beginning of 2010, I examined each lil facet of my life and realized the one, the most important relationship I take for granted-almost everyday. My husband. So this year and for each year thereafter, I promise to put US first and #1 priority. (Well, a sick kid trumps hubby but you know what I mean.) I want to make sure that I/we get back to the place where we were giddy and SOOO barfy in love. I want to schedule date nights again. I want to glance over thru a crowded room and catch him staring at me like he used to. (Before kids became our priority and we soon would panic in a crowded room-forget catching stolen glances- where the HEdoublehockeysticks is our bubby and what is he into?) I want a kiss and a hug to linger where we can drift off and be reminded of when we felt the Mediterranean Sea air brush our cheeks and the scent of lemon groves would tickle our noses. No more wanting(I constantly say I want, I want) I will make it happen. 2010 and every year after- it is about US. lymi. (in hopes that the hubby reads this- it is our lil thing.)
With the close of 2009 and with the beginning of 2010, I examined each lil facet of my life and realized the one, the most important relationship I take for granted-almost everyday. My husband. So this year and for each year thereafter, I promise to put US first and #1 priority. (Well, a sick kid trumps hubby but you know what I mean.) I want to make sure that I/we get back to the place where we were giddy and SOOO barfy in love. I want to schedule date nights again. I want to glance over thru a crowded room and catch him staring at me like he used to. (Before kids became our priority and we soon would panic in a crowded room-forget catching stolen glances- where the HEdoublehockeysticks is our bubby and what is he into?) I want a kiss and a hug to linger where we can drift off and be reminded of when we felt the Mediterranean Sea air brush our cheeks and the scent of lemon groves would tickle our noses. No more wanting(I constantly say I want, I want) I will make it happen. 2010 and every year after- it is about US. lymi. (in hopes that the hubby reads this- it is our lil thing.)
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