The blog I checked out today: http://divycorner.wordpress.com/2010/08/17/him-i-envy. I really applaud Andy Pag for his efforts, but as I commented on the blog, I really don’t think they’ll have much impact. Even so, I give him credit for trying.
Well, I didn’t get to go camping. The frigging rain and wind stopped that. But, we had fun, anyway. We went swimming, and spent the day at Harvest Days, Bon Accord’s yearly summer fair/ball tournament. It’s pretty rinky-dink, but the little ones like the noise and candy and different-ness of it all. I learned that it’s damn near impossible to eat hotdogs in gale-force winds — that was frustrating beyond belief! Other than that, though it was a pretty good time. We kept the kids up late to watch the fireworks. Listening to them ooh and aah was so worth it.
I spent yesterday putting my house back together. The kitchen had been transformed into a ‘rock store’ — all my napkins had been unfolded and spread out over the wall unit and cabinets and littered with the shiny coloured rocks (glass blobs and marbles that I use in my flower vases). They put them in bowls, colanders, and inside cups. Some I stepped on. Ouch! I should have taken a picture, but didn’t think of it until after I had it all cleaned up. So now, I’ll just have to keep that memory tucked in my heart.
It was funny, cleaning up made me remember how I used to clean up after Landon had gone to bed each night — the picking up of toys, the stepping on Lego, the finding bits of things stashed here and there. Sometimes it was a chore, but mostly I enjoyed it. Seeing all the ‘mess’ reminded me of his day, his laughter, his questions and queries, his temper if things didn’t quite go the way he wished. It also reminded me that I had fun, too.
Don’t go thinking that I was Mom of the Year or anything if you’re reading the above — I had plenty of days where my reality was anything other than idyllic — but, for the most part I loved being a Mom. As I’ve said plenty of times before it was the best and most important thing I ever did in my life. Admittedly, I wasn’t always great at it, but that in no way takes away from what it meant to me, still means to me.
But being a grandma is a whole other ball of wax. I love this, too! I get to have all the fun and really, very little of the responsibility. Our days are filled with what will we do today? Not, what do I have to do today? I can buy the little boxes of cereal for breakfast — you know the ones that cost way too much but are fun to eat because they’re little and usually laced with sugar? I know, bad grandma! So what! It’s once in a blue moon.
One of my favorite memories of this past weekend (there are lots) was me and Timmy sitting at the kitchen table, him eating a toasted peanut butter sandwich, me a toasted tomato sandwich and just talking. I can’t remember what we were talking about, only that he kept telling me how much he liked peanut butter and that he really wished we could go camping. He was leaned halfway across the table and was looking at me so earnestly with those big blue eyes of his. When we were done he asked if we were going back to the ‘hooray’. That’s what he called the fair, because that morning we’d been to the parade and he couldn’t say parade. Adorable.
I’ve had a pretty terrific summer and last weekend put the capper on it. Hope yours has been a good one, too.