Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Seven

As of yesterday, I have a seven-year-old daughter. Seven. It amazes me that a.) I'm old enough to HAVE a seven-year-old, b.) that she's in second grade, c.) that she's actually BEEN HERE with us for seven entire years, and d.) she came from the two of us out of love from two tiny little cells, seven years and nine months ago.

She is amazing. She's funny, smart, sassy, fresh, quick on her feet, caring, generous, kind, silly, and she's a great big sister. I find myself so impressed with her every day, as I learn something new about my own daughter.

She had an activity for school where she had to explain which word she didn't understand, how she figured out what it meant, the meaning of the word, and then use it in a sentence appropriately. Here's a sampling, and I'm using HER spellings and punctuation. I was just blown away reading this homework, where the teacher kept putting comments such as "EXCELLENT!" Of course I already knew that my eldest daughter is excellent. How could she not be excellent?

Homework Excerpts:
The word I did not understand was "loom." I found out what the word meant by looking in the sentence. Loom meant "a big machine that makes cloth or thread." I would use this word in a sentence like this, "At Northwest Park in 1st grade they used a loom to make thread and we twisted the thread and made wrist bracelets."


When I was reading I came to a word I didn't know. The word was foreign. That word was followed by the word languages. I looked for clues in the sentence and I figured out that foreign means something that belongs to a place or country other than mine. Spanish is a foreign language to me.

The word that I needed clarified was murmured. The word murmured means speaking in a low voice. I found that out by looking it up in the dictionary. When my mom said I was in trouble so I had to go to my room, I murmured back O.K.

While I was reading I came across the world Motives. As I read on it said it meant for a person's reason for committing a crime. If I put it in a sentence, it would sound like this: My brother's motives for taking some money from my parent's room without permission was he wanted a new game.

In the book it said "Well let's go a-Viking." It is figurative language to say "go a-Viking." It means a person could act or become a Viking. The person would believe in the mighty Thor who is the god of thunder and understood the language of Vikings.



Yesterday was not only her seventh birthday, but it was special to her for a whole other reason. She lost her third tooth. Lower bottom, left. She got $2 from the Tooth Fairy for it. What amazed me was how tiny that tooth was, and how out of place it looked in her mouth before it fell out, especially next to two adult teeth (lower front). It's tiny, discolored, well worn, smooth, and TINY.

It really drove home for me just how much she's growing up, further and further from being a baby every single day. She has an adorable little gap in between her teeth with an impressive and somewhat gross hole where the tooth used to be. I swear the hole seems much larger than it should be for such a tiny tooth that came out of it.

Sunday, we noticed the the gums where the tooth was all wiggly and gross was bruising, and knowing the risk of infection, especially since it was bleeding, we tried to encourage her to let us help her pull it out. She wasn't having any of that business, informing us (loudly through tears) that she didn't care if it was there until she turned 40, it was going to have to come out without being pulled. As it turns out, she just pressed her own knuckle against it when she came home from school, and it popped right out. Now we just have to wait for the other tooth, same position, on the other side. It's very close to falling out, too, and now that she knows the excitement of having a tooth come out without help (we had to help her pull the first two teeth) I'm sure she'll work that 4th tooth until it comes out. My guess is by Friday.

We celebrated her birthday with a picnic at my Mom's house on Sunday. My brothers and their S/O's were there, as were my grandparents. I made a cake, made by special request from Juliana. I also made cupcakes, that we brought to my MIL's to celebrate there too. It was a great day for her, and even though her actual birthday fell on a school day, she enjoyed Monday too. She was practically floating on air when I tucked her into bed last night, and I got one of the best kisses and hugs combo I've ever received as a Mom. I told Juliana about the day she was born, and how at EXACTLY seven years earlier that minute I was breastfeeding her and singing to her when she was only a few hours old. I told her how I fell in love with her the very instant I held her for the first time. I told her how beautiful she was, but was still nothing compared to how beautiful she is now. We put her newly fallen out tooth in a plastic baggy, and she nearly lost the tooth taking it out to examine it. We pinned the baggy to the wall right above her head. When she woke up this morning, there were 2 single dollar bills pinned to the wall where the tooth baggy was. She was thrilled, and brought her newly earned money to school for Show and Tell.

Because as smart and funny as she is, she's still a small seven year old girl who believes in the Tooth Fairy and magic. She's a paradox and she's wonderful and I'm so very proud of her. I love her beyond words.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Take Back The Bytch

I'm a bitch, at least according to Grace. Yes, she did it AGAIN. This was the scened after dinner last night.

Gracie: chatting with her stuffed animal friends
Mommy: caught the word "bitch" in there. "What did you just say, honey?"
Gracie: "I said 'bitch.' It's a naughty word."
Mommy: gently takes Gracie by the hand with "Come with me into the kitchen, OK?"
Both: walk to the sink, as Mommy swipes index finger over the still-wet cap on the dishwashing liquid
Mommy: drags soapy finger across Gracie's tongue.
Gracie: Amazed and speechless
Juliana: acting like a cat that just can't keep itself from watching curiously, shocked blurts out "But MOMMY! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!?"
Mommy: "When you say a dirty word, your mouth has to get washed out with soap."
Juliana: "Does it count if you just spell the word out?"
Mommy: "No, unless you're spelling the word out just so you're not technically saying the word."
Juliana: "Oh."
Gracie: "Eeeew! I not say bitch again. Dat soap is distustin." as she wipes her tongue on anything not nailed down, and spits repeatedly in the toilet.

Moments later...

Gracie: Talking to her animals again says "Hmmm, I wonder who would call my Mommy a bitch?" as she looks directly at me.
Mommy: Realizes that she's trying to find a loophole and the question, which is rhetorical, is actually her way of calling me a bitch.
Both: One our way back to the kitchen for another round of "wash the dirty mouth out with soap."
Gracie: "Ewwwww!"
Mommy: "So, are you going to call Mommy a bitch again?"
Gracie: "No, it's too distustin!"

So yes, my darling 4 yr old daughter has a sailor mouth. But I'm now resolved to take action and teach the lesson versus simply informing her that the words she's choosing aren't appropriate. She clearly knows the word is inappropriate for a 4 yr old, and is choosing to be disrespectful. I know I said I want her to use more words, but bitch isn't one of them. I know Juliana probably thinks it, but she's at least not vocalizing it. Saying words that she knows are "naughty" is so distasteful to her that it's like it's physically hurtful to her.

Case in point. Before dinner, there were coloring pages strewn all over the dining room floor and there was a sea of Barbie dolls on the dining room table. I asked her to first clean up the dolls so that we'd have room at the table to eat dinner, then later asked her to pick up all the papers and toys on the floor, and put them in a toy box. She gave me lip over it, telling me how hard and boring it was, and that she didn't feel like cleaning up the mess. I asked her if that's what she tells her teachers at school when they tell her it's time to clean up. "No, Mommy, I clean up my mess at school." "Well then honey, why would you show that respect to your teachers, but not to me?" "Because I LIKE my teachers."

{{{Sigh}}}

Now, I realize that my daughters aren't the only ones that think I'm a bitch. When an adult believes it, I've decided to take it as a compliment. I'm taking back the word Bitch. I used to be a lot more meek and let people walk all over me. The way I grew up, and then working in retail, it was just normal to let anyone call me whatever they wanted and hold my tongue in place. But now that I'm a certified adult and I have daughters, I realize that I can't be that way any longer. I will stand up for myself and my husband and my children, and if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I'm generally a really nice, generous, caring person, but I no longer have a love of being so nice that people take me for being weak willed and meek. I voice my opinions without apology, sometimes bluntly, but always clear on my stance. I'm still nice, but I'm not a doormat. I still don't like confrontation or fighting, but I will be confrontational when I need to be. I back my opinions up with sound reasoning, and while I will keep an open mind and listen to other's opinions and justifications the same way I expect other people to do the same for me, I stand firmly when I know I'm right.

And that, my friends, means that I hear the word "bitch" uttered under the breath more often. And I think "YES! I've taken back a word that's intended to be hurtful and insulting and turned it into something powerful in my favor.





Bitch
Meredith Brooks

I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I
can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an
angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been
relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so
confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled
into one
Chorus:
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm
your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any
other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a
stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And
I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a
thing

Chorus

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The
season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And
don't try to save me

Chorus

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a
goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel
undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You
know I wouldn't want it any other way