Parent-Teacher Conference

This side of the table is really nerve-wracking! Lydia is doing well, of course. She is super smart and got all perfect scores on her report card, except in two areas. And both of these still make me smile!

Completes tasks in a timely manner

Her teacher called her pokey. We laughed. Yes, we know. The child is not in a hurry to do anything, ever. She cannot be rushed. She was nine days late, remember. But her teacher was really nice about it and said that it is not a problem (yet). She said something along the lines of. . .  She is a perfectionist and likes to take her time on everything. She doesn’t mind if people are waiting for her. She is just so happy-go-lucky, and content, and she doesn’t have a care in the world. Everything in Lydia’s world is happy, and good, and pretty. And I thought, shouldn’t every five year old have that luxury- to not have any worries, to look at the world like everything is wonderful and nice, and everyone is your best friend. I am so happy that we are so blessed to be able to provide such a stable and content environment for her.  She is one awesome kid!  And I hope and pray that when she is faced with something difficult, that she will handle it with grace and dignity.

Then the second- awareness of pitch in music

And we cracked up here too. This will probably always be mediocre. She is her mother’s daughter! 

The obsession with the dangly thing between the legs

I will never understand. Never Ever.
Liam thinks his wiener is the greatest thing ever.

The other day he and I had this conversation. . .
L-Mom, do you wanna see what’s in my pants.
S- No, Liam.
L-Mom, I said, do you want to see what is in my pants? (As if I did not fully understand the question the first time)
S-Liam, I said NO. I do not want to see what is in your pants.

And the little booger flashed me anyway. He thought that he was super funny that he got himself dressed and didn’t bother to put undies on. “Mine wiener just needs to be comfortable.” He told me very matter-of-factly.

Perhaps I should have said Liam, I made you. I carried you for over nine months. I saw your jewels before you were even born. I changed your diaper a bazillion times and I still give you a bath. I KNOW what is in your pants. I do not need to see it. I do not want to see it! KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS!!!

Role Reversal 

Normally Lydia is the one advising and comforting Liam, but she must be rubbing off on him. Today in the car on the way home from school Lydia started to tell me something that a little friend at school told her and then she stopped and started tearing up and said “I don’t want to tell you; I’m scared.” Well that got the wheels turning in my head! Based on some other things this kid has said to her I was all What in the world could this kid have told her! What in the heck is she scared to tell me! I told Lydia that she could tell me anything and I would always be here for her and that she should never be scared to tell me anything. I will help her through anything. And the more I talked all sweet and mushy like that the more she cried. “I want to tell you, but I am scared.” she said. My throat was knotting up and my stomach was churning. What in the world. I was imagining all kinds of crazy things. My baby is only 5! What the heck did she hear at school today?!?!?!?

About this time Liam leans forward and looks at her and says, “Goosie, it is okay. Just tell Mommy, she will help you. And please don’t be sad. Don’t keep crying. It will be okay.”

Then he looked at me looking at him in the rear view mirror and said “Mommy, I will always take care of my sister. I promise.”

I about pulled that car over to jerk him out of his seat to squeeze that boy! Sweet little munchkin. And he was so sincere too. I love how they love each other. My heart is so full!

And I am happy to report that when we got home Lydia and I sat down and she told me about the “scary story” she was told by a friend at school. Like a Halloween story, y’all. Not like the mother’s worst nightmare stories that were running all through my head on the drive home. I mean, what could she possibly be scared to tell me?   I was relieved and she felt better after we talked about it. She wasn’t scared to talk to me about it she was scared of the story, so that lightened the weight on my shoulders a bit.  I hope and pray she can and will always confide in me. All is well, all is well. And it’s good to know that my boy will always take care of his sister.