Category: Ladybug (Page 2 of 6)
~ The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him. ~ Pablo Casals
Ladybug’s first ever parent teacher conference was today. She is doing very well in her special class and exceptional in reading. I am amazed daily by the accomplishments of this beautiful child. She has come so far since that day after she was born. She is my fighter, my power house, my faith and one of the best things in my life. A pint-sized miracle. Since the day they told us she would die, from the moment they said to let her go–that there was too much brain damage; she has amazed the world and surprised every one. The teacher shared an assignment Ladybug did. The kid had to write a story. Any story about any thing they wanted. They were trying to gauge how the children put together sentences, since they haven’t done much of that in kindergarten so far. I’ve never seen her write sentences, only her name and letters. The teacher showed Nanny the story. It said:
“I love my grandma. She is my best friend.”
And it had a drawing of she and I in zebra pajamas.
I love you too, baby. More than you even know yet.
Does any one know where I can get zebra pajamas?
I do think it is possible that the world has gone overboard in the “politically correct” department. Sometimes people get really carried away, HOWEVER, I also strongly believe in people closing their mouths and THINKING before they release the stupid thoughts in their minds.
As my mother always said, “If you don’t have nothin’ nice to say, don’t say nothin’ at all.” If more people would heed this sage advise the world (at least mine) would be a happier place. One in which I would never have to know these things were said…..
A parent at Ladybug’s elementary school (during a planning meeting for the school Harvest Festival with all the room mothers) said to NannyGoat:“Who is your child’s teacher? What grade?” “Mrs. X, K and 1st combined” “Combined? I’ve never heard of such a thing at this school.” “It’s the Special Day class.” ”Oh! So the ‘special’ kids are coming to this event? How great that they can join all the regular kids.”
Nanny was also at the planning of a school cultural event. Each group had a different country and they had to have several booths of different arts/crafts/food etc. set up for that country. Nan’s group got Japan. One of the parents began their meeting by smugly informing everyone that she had arranged for a local restaurant to supply chop sticks and a fortune cookie for every student. One of the other parents (of Asian descent) said to that parent: “That is wonderful that you already did that. I think the chopsticks will be great and we can use those. But the fortune cookies are actually a Chinese tradition, not Japanese.” To which Ms. Smug actually replied: “China. Japan. Whatever. They are both Asian, right?”
And lastly, while Nanny is arranging the teacher requested Halloween party (she is the room mother poor thing), she sends an email to each parent informing them the cost for each student (food and supplies aren’t free, you know). She receives an email back from one of the parents that states: “We do not celebrate Halloween, we celebrate All Saint’s Day. Therefore, I will not be contributing to this event. However, I will allow my son to attend the party, so he doesn’t feel left out from the rest of the class.”
WHAT? You are going to allow your child to go eat and party with the kids while everyone else pays???
It’s Monday. Had to get this off my chest…
We haven’t had to deal with any death in the family with Ladybug and WhatAboutMe? (formerly known as Butterball) so we had never discussed the eventuality of attending a funeral with them. Grandma Max’s death caught us unprepared and off-guard. In our shock and grief we just jumped into a car and headed to her town, wanting to be there for Pop. Looking back on it, I am sure there are tons of resources and books out there that could have helped and guided us with age appropriate ways to talk to a 5 and 3 year old about death and funerals. We had none of that and, in fact, the idea didn’t cross our minds until Tuesday as we approached the memorial chapel for the viewing. We quickly came to the decision that we would take turns inside the viewing room with family, while the girls stayed in the provided children’s play area–never to be any wiser as to the adult goings on.
Nanny had discussed with the girls that the next day we would be attending a ‘special event’. Not using the words funeral or death, she explained they would have to be on their best church behavior: quiet and still, knowing they were familiar with that and would understand. You can imagine my dismay when I arrived the next morning to realize it was going to be an open casket. We had ten minutes to spare, so I grabbed Nanny and asked her if we should prepare the girls in some way? Considering the room was only about 20’x30’, there was no way they wouldn’t notice a body in a casket in the room. She quickly came up with the idea of telling them that “like in the movie Snow White” there would be a lady sleeping in a casket at the front of the room, but they had to be on their best behavior and I told them if they had any questions to save them until after the service. It seemed as if it just might work, but I have learned over the years….never underestimate the brilliant mind of a child.
Scene: Inside a small memorial room with four rows of seats a beautiful woman of 92 dressed in a lovely pink gown, lies in repose in an ornate white casket, surrounded by a sea of fragrant flowers. A grandma, holding her 5-year-old granddaughter’s hand, makes her way to the back row followed by her husband and her eldest daughter who is holding on to her 3-year-old daughter. They take their seats and the 5-year-old begins craning her neck—trying to see past the other mourner’s heads to the front of the room and eventually scoots up into her grandmother’s lap to see better.Ladybug: (whispering) Grandma? I still can’t see. Grandma: (whispering) That’s okay, honey. You’re not missing anything. You’ll be able to see the pastor when she comes out to talk. Ladybug: (whispering with a hint of pleading) But Grandma, I can’t see it. Grandma: (whispering) Shhh, sweetie. Just hang in there, we’ll be done soon.
There is quiet for a moment and then the child leans back towards grandmother’s ear:Ladybug: (whispering) Grandma? Where are the dwarfs? Grandma: (stunned) Huh??? Oh, ummm, well, they’re not here. Ladybug: (normal voice) Oh. So it’s just Snow White in this show?
The grandma takes the little girls hand and quickly exits the room. On the way grabbing the mother & telling her they need another meeting out in the hall before the service starts.
Later in the day, we were able to laugh about it, as did everyone who heard the story. At the time, I was too worried that she was going to grow up and tell everyone the story about the time “Grandma took me to see a Snow White show and all I got to see was a dead body.”
On Sunday, a group of bloggers was invited to Family Fun Day at the Del Mar Races. The weather was so perfect and I sprang for valet parking (I know, I really stepped out there didn’t I?). We took the g-babes and Bear. We got to visit a bit with a bunch of bloggers (for the first time I knew more of them than I didn’t know….I have really expanded my horizons, right?). Took the girls on a ride or two, waited in line for food, and bet on one race.
All in all, the girls had a wonderful time and it reminded my husband and I that we haven’t been to the races in years and years. So we have arranged for an ‘adult’ day during the week for us to go back and spend the day, betting, losing winning and just having fun.
Both the girls received a Webkinz Plush Horse as we entered the gates. I asked Ladybug what she was going to name hers and she said Hurry. I had her repeat it twice to be sure. So maybe the five year old understands more about horse racing than I thought?
If you can’t get a sitter and have kids ages 5-12, there is also “Camp Del Mar”. Open everyday during the season, this is a safe, fun place to bring your kids for the day while parents have some adult-time at the races. http://www.campdelmar.com/
Between taking the girls to the pool, visiting Presto in the NICU and the fact that RolyPoly has decided to get teeth at only 3.5 months!!! I sure wish I had time to write some of the posts that have been running through my head. But with teething, RolyPoly only naps for very short bursts of 10 to 5 minutes….wait, maybe 4. Hold on, I’ll be right back.