I get my inspiration from my 3-year-old. I dedicated a wall to McKinley’s art work. It’s been a slow coming master piece.
McKinley’s sister Cora eats spegetti
For the first time:
“Hahah! Yessssssss! I totally got mom!”
It’s days like yesterday when I miss dad the most. The long grey-color-pallet days of winter and the feeling of 1,000 things gone wrong. Just wrong. All my mistakes and shortcomings and the mistakes and shortcomings of others.
I just need to talk to him. “Dad, I’m having a hard time,” but that’s not actually what I would say.
It would be a phone call and he would pick up, “Gorrrrdita!” rolling out the “r” for an exaggerated effect. (I forget how, where, and when that nickname actually came to be). His excitement to hear from me is warming, but my heart accelerates and my breath is heavy–
“Hey Dad,” with an exhale.
“What’s goin’ on?” he says casually to not be presumptuous. But come on–he knows. He always knows. The wooshing wind from his rolled down window distracts me. No matter what season it is his window is down and he’s driving—always driving.
“I dunno. Not much,” I mumble.
“Uh-huh, well don’t put too much stalk into what other people say.”
“I know. It’s just…I know. You’re right dad.”
He continues, “Seriously Don’t let other people dictate things for you. Fuck em.”
Dad had a way of making things seem OK again. I remember a night 3 years ago after the birth of McKinley. My anxiety level was at a new high.
I called to talk to mom first, because they worked best as a team.
“What’s the matter?” mom asks softly.
Working through my sniffles, “I don’t know if I can do this. It’s too much.”
“Oh Georgia, of course you can. I know It’s not easy–trust me! But, you are going to be an amazing mother.”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“Well, shit–you never are.”
“What am I gonna do when she’s 15? How am I supposed to teach her right from wrong?”
“Well, just take it one thing at a time. Don’t think about 15…She’s not even 1 month. Every age and stage is different. Don’t think or worry about it until you get there.”
I also miss dad on days like today– when the sun is finally starting to break through. When something happy happens and you get that good news.
We’re moving into our first home. No extended family this time. Just our immediate family unit. 4 elements under 1 roof. And a dog.
Dad would have embraced me in his tight hug, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “I’m so proud of you kiddo.” And, he would have said that on my worst days too.
I was looking for a cute way for McKinley to have a visual aid of her chores, and be excited about doing them. (Yes, my 21-month-old helps with chores). Best little helper ever!! Teaching responsibility and allowing toddlers and kids to do things on their own can actually reduce the amount they “act out”, or throw tantrums. They simply enjoy the independence! This also acts as a great craft activity for the kiddos!
*Door knob hangers (you can probably *get from Michaels or JoAnne Fabrics)
1. Paint 2 door handles (different colors)
2. Paint close pins
3. Let everything dry
5. Choose different chores for your kids and toddlers. Here is our chore List:
*Dressing (getting dressed)
*Cleaning up (putting toys away)
*Making the bed
*Brushing (hair and teeth)
*Feeding the dogs
*Loading and unloading dishwasher
McKinley had a blast finger painting the clothespins! Since then, everyday she has been excited to do chores (so she can move a clothespin!) I’ve realized too, that the moving of the clothespin is an awesome activity for gross motor skills.