Purple Fingers

Blogging has become increasingly difficult for me lately because my laptop is million years old and is dying a very slow death, but I will push through!  I feel like Phoebe from FRIENDS when she says “If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.”  It’s kind of funny because I do the majority of my blogging after the kids have gone to bed, so they never really see my laptop out.  I had it out today as I was attempting to do updates on it and Jackson looked at it and said “Mommy, what’s wrong with your iPad; it looks funny!” Kids these days.  They will probably never even know what a desk top computer is.  I officially feel old.  I think I am going to start having to tell them stories about how I used to have to walk to school both ways, uphill, in the snow… even if it isn’t true.

Taylor is starting kindergarten this week. I need to pause for a moment and let that sink in. My eight pound, two ounce baby is going to kindergarten.  I feel like I have been preparing her (and myself) for this moment since the day she was born.  Everything I do is done for this kid; to further her. To make her a well-rounded, well adjusted little person.  I think I’ve done a damn good job so far, if I may say so myself, yet I am not ready for this.  There will be lots of tears when we drop her off; tears from me of course.  There might even be a temper tantrum or two; also from me.  My girl is ready to go!  She is a hit the ground running kind of kid.  She is so adaptable and makes the best of any situation, so starting kindergarten is going to be easy for her.  I, on the other hand….well, never mind that.  While the boys were napping this afternoon, Taylor and I decided to give ourselves manicures and pedicures.  As we were painting and drying our nails, we talked about the rest of the week and all the things she has to look forward to.  My insightful little lady looked up at me and said “Mom, I’m really going to miss you when I go to kindergarten but I’m not too sad about it because I know you will always come back for me at the end of the day, just like you did in pre-school.”  Cue the tears.  We decided that our fingernails were going to be a way to connect us during the start of the school year.  If she misses me, she can look down at her tiny perfect fingers, the same fingers I counted numerous times when she was born, and think of me.  She said “And Mama? When you are home alone with the dog and the laundry, you can look at your fingers and think of me and know that I love you and will always be your baby even though I’m a big girl now.”  Leave it to my five year old child to make ME feel better.  I will wear my bright purple Crayola nail polish proudly!


Taylor and I also made sure we had a bit of one on one time this summer.  Just this past weekend, we had a Mommy / Daughter date and went out to an insanely over-priced make your own ice-cream place that she loved.  It was worth every cent. She was elated to spend the afternoon with me, clearly, but she was even more excited to make her own disgusting ice cream sundae.  She whipped up four different flavors and just as many toppings and happily ate every single bite.  We went to CVS to grab something afterward, where she conned me into purchasing her yet another pony toy to add to her heaping collection. I also had the pleasure of teaching her what a Push Pop was.  She chose a watermelon flavored one and thought it was the greatest thing she ever had.  We don’t have to be doing much, but whenever we have a little bit of one on one time, its sacred. I will definitely continue to do this with her so she always knows how special she is.

Since I’m realizing I never did a post about her pre-k graduation, I’ll include a few pictures here for her to look at some day.  I was so proud to watch her walk across that stage a few months ago and receive her diploma.  We got to watch her interact with her teachers and friends and received countless compliments about what a kind, thoughtful, and fun-loving kid she is.  As parents, we truly couldn’t ask for anything more.  Since Taylor has a November birthday, we were faced with the decision of sending her to kindergarten for the 2016/2017 school year and having her be one of the youngest students in her grade, or sending her to a pre-kindergarten program for a year and starting regular kindergarten for the 2017/2018 year.  We obviously chose the latter and I am happy to say that we are one hundred percent confident that we made the right choice, for us.  I have a lot of people ask me about this decision and how and why we made it, and while all children are different, we knew that this was the right choice for Taylor.  While she has always been smart, kind, and outgoing, we really wanted her to have that extra year to not only mature, but to be a kid. Does that even make sense?  She’s so much more mature in her choices and actions. She’s confident in her abilities and she truly knows who she is, as much as a five year old can. She’s mastered so many skill sets, has a broader sense of the world around her, and has so much confidence.  We know that our children are smaller in comparison to others in their age group (although Taylor has truly shot up like a weed with some crazy growth spurt) and love that if she chooses to participate in sports (She might very well be blessed with my athletic {dis}abilities) we don’t have to worry about her being the absolute smallest child within her group. She made so many friends in pre-k and really enjoyed her time there. Even though I’m not thrilled with the idea, I know she has to grow up, and I am proud of the way she is doing it.  I am excited to see how she embraces kindergarten and am proud of her no matter what.

And just because I am feeling nostalgic, look at this little face!  This was taken exactly five years ago today. How is this the same girl?



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