Happy Birthday Sweet Friend!

This post is dedicated to my sweet, darling, sassy, gutsy, beautiful friend who is not only celebrating her 36th birthday today but is also celebrating being done with another round of chemo.

I just talked to her on the phone tonight and hung up feeling so grateful for the gift she is in my life. I love her passion for life and her determination to press forward in the face of darkness. I love her willingness to celebrate all the small and big moments of life that need more celebrating in most of our lives. I love that she is my friend.

Happy birthday amazing girl! Thank you for letting me share a small part of this wonderful day with you!

Ages 3-6

I was sitting in my daughter's room the other day playing with her and a box of big plastic cookies, ice-cream cones, and cupcakes. We had been playing for about 40 minutes when I started yawning and had to lay down on the floor for a little "rest". I have to admit...I was really, really bored. As the thought hit my conscious mind, I begin to feel the first intimations of "guilty mommy complex" when my eye caught hold of the box the toy had come in. It said, "Appropriate for children 3-6 years of age" and suddenly everything changed. Why was I feeling guilty that I was bored playing with a toy that was clearly intended for children ages 3-6? If I was thoroughly enjoying this whole thing, there would be something really wrong. I'm 36 years old for crying out loud! Ha. I didn't have to feel guilty. I could pat myself on the back for intently and enthusiastically playing with plastic bakery food with my 2 year old for 40 whole minutes. And my mother's mantra right now to help alleviate my feelings of play inadequacy is, "I never played with you kids and you all turned out alright!" And so we did.

I really am trying to play with my kids more and to really be right there in the moment rather than being there physically but drifting somewhere else mentally. There are precious few years that they will be clamboring for our time and attention and then far more years where we will be running after them begging for a little time and attention. I have to remember that. Sometimes it's hard in the middle of Rescue Heroes or "Hey mom, pretend you are the baby and I'm the dad and you have to go to time out because you are in trouble" games. But I am learning to only buy my kids toys that have a high "parent" interest factor and to remember that I can involve them more in things that are interesting to me too.

Matter of fact...J. sat down on the computer next to me tonight and started typing a story. It is called "Rat" and the first sentence says, "Rat is fat". I can't wait to see where this adventure leads...