We had fun with shaving cream and food coloring!
Category Archives: Motherhood
Sometimes
Some days I look at my child and am astounded that she has made another leap toward growing up. Today was such a day. She rarely permits me to “do” her hair, but today I insisted on trying pigtails, which she loved. But oh! She looked so much older with them, and her thoughts and speech are becoming increasingly sophisticated. Her imagination soars. I sit and watch her. I hang out with her and play. I soak in each moment that I’m capable of bringing my full attention to; it’s all going so fast, and once it’s gone, it’s just… gone. She was once a wee babe that I cherished, but that’s ancient history; yet I’m not sad because I paid attention to what she was then. I didn’t focus on a future time when she’d be walking, or telling stories, because I knew that would come and didn’t want to miss what was right in front of me. I’m so lucky to have this bit of wisdom by which to live (thanks to my mother and my friend, Karen), and I’m so lucky to be Claire’s mom.
Transition
I’m dealing again with the fact that friendships are fluid; they serve for a time, and then they don’t. This is a challenge when it’s the other friend who decides to move on. It’s tempting to feel rejected, sad, angry, bitter, hurt. So I’m trying to sit with those feelings a bit — feel them, watch them, allow space to develop around them, and let them go. By dwelling in them I’ll be robbing myself of life now. I do feel a bit lonesome today, but I remind myself this will change, and that I have the ability to alter my perspective and to allow that feeling to dissipate.
Lately I’ve been preoccupied with a life transition and have been less in the loop with my playgroup. So it’s time to pick up the phone and try to arrange some dates with other mothers and their kids, and to forge some new friendships with acquaintances recently met.
If You Give A Kid A Camera
Hopping Down the Bunny Trail
Claire and I made this little collage, courtesy of my favorite idea site… and left real carrots out for the Easter bunny.
Easter Egg Fun
More Eggy Goodness
We’ve Been Busy This Morning
If I’m ever at a loss as to what to do, I head over to No Time For Flash Cards for ideas. I love this site. It’s clear the Allie loves children, especially young ones.
Today we did the letter of the week, small k.
And letter of the week, big E.
Hurray For Glitter Glue
By Leaps and Bounds
Today as Claire sat on her little potty, she announced she wanted to sit on the Big People potty. And that she wanted big-girl underpants. So we went to Target to get an insert to make the regular toilet kid-sized and to find underwear. She chose Hello Kitty and Tinkerbell underpants.
Then after lunch, she tried to sit on the big toilet, but the position was not quite right. So she sat on her potty and managed to complete her business after 45 minutes. (I sit on the floor to read to her, and man, it gets cold and hard!) She wanted to wear underpants then, but I said it was nap time, and after nap she could. Besides, the undies were in the washer.
So she just woke from a nap and asked to wear the undies. She sat on the potty but nothing happened, so we decided she would wear undies and go play. I told her to tell me if she feels pee or poop coming and we’d go sit. I’ve also set the timer for 30 minutes and will remind her then. Then I’ll re-set it for 30 minutes and we’ll go sit, etc. until bedtime.
I thought also that she was going to skip nap for the third day in the row. But eventually, about 45 minutes after putting her down, there was silence from her room for an hour and half. She needed the sleep! It seems, however, that changes are afoot. Big strides tend to happen in bunches with Claire. Her language is more complex (see the story she told that I posted a couple days ago), she’s needing fewer naps, and she’s potty training. There’s a lot going on!
Once Upon A Time
Claire turned two-and-a-half on Monday. Tonight Claire wanted to tell a story. She dictated, and I wrote it down word-for-word. Are you ready?
Once upon a time there was a girl named Stacy the Firefighter. She had a dog named Sparky. He was a Dalmatian. They liked to ride the fire engine and make the siren go. Stacy squirted the whole building. Stacy was sad that she ran away. She was scared of a monster. The dragon gave her a kiss to make her feel better. She didn’t know that a monster would be the same as a dinosaur. Stacy got down and got hurt. She got hurt by a plant. Stacy poked her finger on it. It was a cactus. This time Stacy said ouch because her finger got hurt. And Stacy went all the way home and she told her Mom and Dad how much her finger hurted. Her Mom and Dad gave her a kiss to make it feel better.
The End.
–by Claire Georgia Harper, age 2.5 years
What an imagination!
She also, as of two days ago, decided to start potty-training herself. She has asked several times each day to sit on the potty, and she has indeed succeeded in using it each time. I do end up sitting on the floor reading her book after book for about 30-40 minutes, but whatever works to get her started! She is very interested in what comes out of her body and in the process of disposal, flushing, and washing her hands. It’s as if some switch got flipped internally. Other people in our lives have been eager to start training her, and I have gently held my ground; I felt forcing this was a recipe for frustration and failure. I had a feeling she’d proceed on her own schedule. It may not be fast and efficient, but I have a sense that it will be emotionally easier for us all.
Women Hold Up Half the Sky
Last night I saw a movie based on a book called Half the Sky, written by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Their work through this book and Nicholas’s New York Times column is an effort to galvanize the world to pay attention to women’s rights all over the world. I could get on my soapbox and provide statistics about poverty, sexual abuse, maternal death, but I think sharing my reflections about one story might be more compelling. Before I do, though, I will share one statistic with you: globally, at least one in three women are beaten or sexually abused in her lifetime. Since I myself am among the group of “one in three” (although I don’t discuss it often here), I want to focus on how one woman has catalyzed major change in her culture.
I want to talk about Woineshet, a young woman who was featured in short film directed by Marisa Tomei. She transformed her experience of being brutally raped into a forum for changing her culture for the betterment of women and therefore, also of men. In Ethiopian villages a common practice — which has been upheld by the law — is that of men raping women and girls, who are then usually forced into marriage with their attackers. As a result of making the offer of marriage later, men cannot be prosecuted for their attacks. In one village, about 70 percent of the marriages found their genesis in this practice.
Woineshet was 13 when she was raped. She journeyed two days for a physical exam in order to provide proof for authorities, only to be told that her virginity was in doubt because the wound looked old. Her attacker was arrested and released on bail; then he abducted Woineshet again and held her for a month, forcing her to sign a marriage certificate before she escaped. Before a judge — who suggested that she was fortunate that her attacker wanted to marry her even though she was no longer a “fresh virgin” — she replied to the question of whether she would marry her rapist with the simple answer: “I refuse.”
She has since, with the steadfast help of her father, gone on to complete her basic education and is pursuing a law degree. She has pursued her case through the legal system in order to win the right for women to prosecute their attackers. What is more heartening, however, is her work to educate people to effect change in the culture which supports this practice.
There is a scene in the film where Woineshet has visited a village, and the men and women gathered to hear her story. A young woman who was forced into marriage after her rape spoke about how she felt. She was unhappy; she wanted to have an education; she wanted to be someone; she was angry. Then the man who attacked her — her husband — spoke from his perspective, of how his actions made him feel like a successful man. It is tempting to feel outrage toward him, but instead I felt something else: hope. I listened to this man talk about how he felt at the time, and how he has come to understand how devastating his actions have been. And he offered to apologize to the woman he’d hurt, and kissed her feet. I realize those actions don’t “make it all better,” but that’s not the point. This enlightenment must occur for change and healing to occur. He cannot undo his actions, but he can atone. Person by person, culture changes. Woineshet is an example of resilience and perseverance at the young age of 21; imagine how she might improve the world throughout her lifetime.
Join the movement: Half the Sky. Women aren’t the problem; they’re the solution, along with men.
Not That I Need Reminding…
But I am oh so lucky, fortunate, blessed; nature gave me the biggest gift of my life when I was 44:
Women are born with an average of one to two million eggs in their ovaries, which are shed monthly until menopause, with a 20-year old woman typically having 200,000 eggs.
That number halves as she enters her 30s and dwindles to as low as 2,000 after the age of 40.
–Physorg.com, New Blood Test Will Show Women’s Egg Levels
Clever and Cute
This morning I went to retrieve Claire from her crib. She’d awoken moments earlier and I heard her talking quietly.
I opened the door, and was greeted with:
“Oh, Mommy, please go back to bed! I have to tell my friends about the time Piglet and I forgot to go to the grocery store.”
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She watches a show called Word World. It’s a neat concept; all the nouns consist of their letters shaped to look like the actual object. The main characters are Bear, Sheep, Pig, Frog, Duck, Ant, and Dog. Yesterday Claire kept coming into the kitchen asking me for cups of water and straws. First Sheep was thirsty, then Pig, etc. Soon the little table which serves as her “buffet” was strewn with these cups and straws.
At one point she said, “Bear is very sick. I bring her a cup of water to help her cough go ay- way.”
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Yesterday, we were waiting for our realtor to meet us at a house we were going to see. Claire’s barrette fell out. She asked me to fix it “so it will look nice.”
A Future We Can Change
Life is competitive around here. It is everywhere, but I feel it especially here — in the play group, among other parents in general, especially when the topic of education comes up. Last year, four Gunn High School students in Palo Alto committed suicide by stepping in front of trains; already one child committed suicide the same way this year. Granted, Palo Alto manifests “the best of the best” — affluent, highly educated, highly successful Silicon Valley players who want their children to succeed and exceed the norm. Not all school districts are as packed with scrambling over-achievers.
We want a good school for Claire, but more than that, we want a good learning experience for her, and a good life. I want to see this movie when it comes out. And I want to be part of the solution.
If you can’t see the movie trailer, click this link.











