Selling my daughter’s childhood

childhood memories

It didn’t seem the right time to have a discussion about a house being a structure that becomes the home where memories are made and held onto, so I just let it go and carried the burden of knowing I’d sold out her childhood to myself…

School dance epilogue

It’s a rite of passage. Your first school dance. Do you remember yours? I do. Boys packed tight onto one side of our gym, girls on the other with a huge empty chasm in-between. Our math/gym teacher was spinning the records up on stage. It ran from 4:30-7:00 pm. I wasn’t at my daughters first dance but I got the next best thing – the chauffeur gig picking up her and three friends post dance to drive them home. Their dance was from 7:00-9:30pm so it was a late night, a school night no less. The chatter on the way home? Pure gold.

after dance

“Fashionably” Late

fashionably late

So this conversation literally happened almost word for word a few moments ago. I couldn’t resist running to my sketch pad and recording it. Who’d a thunk a 12 year old girl would take fashion advice from her 10 year old brother? Who’d a thunk he’d be so on point? These are the moments that need to be remembered.

Snot season

snot season

Snot season, I like it. It got me thinking that maybe we should just rename the whole winter/spring/summer/fall thing to the seasons that we parents really feel. I created a new “4 seasons” wheel below. If you agree, lemme know. If you think there is a more damning ailment for a particular season, lemme know that too!

 

seasons

Fancy Pasta

fancy pasta

I’ve learned over the years that I have to get very zen when it comes to cooking meals for my family. A dear friend of mine once said meals take up one third of the week when you factor in your figuring out what to make, buying the food, putting away the food, preparing a meal, eating the meal and cleaning up after the meal. I put a lot of thought and energy into making good food that is flavourful and nutritious so being advised that “gourmet” is clearly not synonymous with “delicious-can-I-please-have-some-more” could be very disheartening. I’ve also learned (though not without much kicking and screaming on my part), that it’s better just to roll with it. And sometimes, plain pasta with butter and a wee bit of salt is all ya need.

Going back to school after the break is tough.

backtoschool

Imagine you’ve just had two weeks off, spent time with friends and family, didn’t have to worry about rushing out in the morning or having to pack a lunch and your knapsack, played outside without a care in the world, watched too much TV, played too many video games and ate too much junk. Then, with the Christmas break over, you’ve got to go back to school and all the routines come flooding back. It probably is hard not to feel a little bleak about your future when rules and routines are the order of the day. I get it.