The Beginning

I have been blogging for about 4 years in the context of my job. Yet, I sit here wondering what to write as my first blog entry. I have been putting off doing a personal blog for some time. Now that my parents have a fancy new computer that can actually pull up web pages and images without error messages I figure it's time to get busy. Especially since my mom is already going to my friend Ronda's blog!

I guess you just start typing and see what flys out the ends of your fingers.

Most days getting out of the house for work is quite a challenge. Yesterday was no different, it just seems like such a fight. Tuesdays are vioin lesson days for Kyndra and Landon so we take their violins into the house at daycare. (Did you know violins don't hold their tune when they get cold or hot?) Kyndra has been asking to play her fiddle for our friend and daycare provider, Heather, for several days. Yet when we brought out the fiddle she just froze, and refused to do anything. The freezing wasn't such a surprise since it is what she tends to do when put on the spot. I just keep trying in hopes that one day she'll overcome whatever it is that happens to her when put on the spot. It takes all the effort I can muster not to get mad at her when she does this or when she becomes Velcro Child. I tried to talk to her quietly, tried bribing her, tried talking firmly to her.....nothing worked. So, I just put it away and left her crying at daycare and felt basically like a looser mom.

So, the rest of the day I spent worrying about everything. How would violin lessons go later that day, would she freeze and refuse to play for Peg? This has been known to happen! How would swimming lessons go after dinner, would she cry because she didn't want to go under? This has been known to happen! What was going to happen to her next year when she goes to Kindergarten? Will she be able to cope? I spent the whole day worrying about this, that, and the next thing.

I picked up Kyndra and Landon for violin and headed off to Peg's house. The little squirt just played her heart out for Peg and didn't even bat an eye. She even TALKED to Peg (well, just a little but a little is a lot for her).

Then at swimming she jumped right in and had fun along with her buddies. She even did 5 bobs with the help of the teacher, a high school gal, Sam. Go Kyndra!

As I was putting them to bed my heart was full with pride and I (sort of) understand that my worries are mostly unfounded. It's hard to know if you are making the right choices as a mom. I guess you just make the ones you make and try not to beat yourself up too much. My next challenge will be getting my independent daughter, Avery, to let me help her with something, ANYTHING! :o)