There is one small patch of snow left in my backyard. And with rain (like acid on snow) and some afternoon sunshine, it should be gone by the end of the day. I thought about taking a picture but I don't want to submit you to the mess that is the yard. Every year I wonder just how all that dirt and mud will disappear. Will we ever be able to run through green grass in our bare feet again? But somehow, every year, it works out.
William dirtied the wheels of his brand new scooter this weekend. And as I watched him glide up and down the sidewalk, amazed at how he's progressed with balance and all that, I noticed just the tiniest hint of a tulip or daffodil trying to push through the cold, damp earth. It gives me hope and it gives me faith. There's a cycle to all this madness. Some years it's early, some years it's painfully late. But it never ceases to happen.
This morning I may have agreed to overschedule myself a bit. The Spring Parks & Rec brochure is out and registration is open. William is at the beautiful age of 4. Old enough to do a lot of the activities.
"Do you want to do T-ball or swimming lessons at an outdoor pool?"
"I want to do T-ball AND swimming!"
"OK, but if you could only choose one, which one would you choose?"
"Ummm....T-ball!"
"Really?" I asked, a little forlornly. I had dreams of baking in that gloriously warm sunlight during his 10 AM lesson followed by lunch and a day at the pool for the three of us.
"OK," he said, "I guess I want to do swimming." (He's getting to that eager-to-please stage. It's convenient but a little guilt-ridden all at the same time.)
I looked at the calendar on my phone. I looked into his eyes.
"OK," I said, "How about we do both?"
"Yay!"
It's true. I might totally regret this come summer. Isn't it supposed to be one of the most dreaded jobs of being a mom? A chauffeur? I'm not there yet. And he's my first. And right now he doesn't have any sibling schedules to compete with.
I dream of being up early. The hot breeze sifting in through the window screens. Breakfast is done, beds are made, heads are combed, teeth are brushed and bodies are dressed all by 9:30. It's going to be so hot that only thing we can wear is shorts and a tank top. My hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Outside we are greeted with endless blue skies and not a cloud in sight. I don my oversized sunglasses and so do the kids. We head up to the ballpark or swimming pool. William does his thing and Lucy and I bask. Of course in my dream Lucy isn't at all squirmy. She just sits beside me and contently watches for the entire hour. It's going to be pure bliss, I tell you.
Or so I tell myself. Don't ruin my summer dreams just yet.
William dirtied the wheels of his brand new scooter this weekend. And as I watched him glide up and down the sidewalk, amazed at how he's progressed with balance and all that, I noticed just the tiniest hint of a tulip or daffodil trying to push through the cold, damp earth. It gives me hope and it gives me faith. There's a cycle to all this madness. Some years it's early, some years it's painfully late. But it never ceases to happen.
This morning I may have agreed to overschedule myself a bit. The Spring Parks & Rec brochure is out and registration is open. William is at the beautiful age of 4. Old enough to do a lot of the activities.
"Do you want to do T-ball or swimming lessons at an outdoor pool?"
"I want to do T-ball AND swimming!"
"OK, but if you could only choose one, which one would you choose?"
"Ummm....T-ball!"
"Really?" I asked, a little forlornly. I had dreams of baking in that gloriously warm sunlight during his 10 AM lesson followed by lunch and a day at the pool for the three of us.
"OK," he said, "I guess I want to do swimming." (He's getting to that eager-to-please stage. It's convenient but a little guilt-ridden all at the same time.)
I looked at the calendar on my phone. I looked into his eyes.
"OK," I said, "How about we do both?"
"Yay!"
It's true. I might totally regret this come summer. Isn't it supposed to be one of the most dreaded jobs of being a mom? A chauffeur? I'm not there yet. And he's my first. And right now he doesn't have any sibling schedules to compete with.
I dream of being up early. The hot breeze sifting in through the window screens. Breakfast is done, beds are made, heads are combed, teeth are brushed and bodies are dressed all by 9:30. It's going to be so hot that only thing we can wear is shorts and a tank top. My hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Outside we are greeted with endless blue skies and not a cloud in sight. I don my oversized sunglasses and so do the kids. We head up to the ballpark or swimming pool. William does his thing and Lucy and I bask. Of course in my dream Lucy isn't at all squirmy. She just sits beside me and contently watches for the entire hour. It's going to be pure bliss, I tell you.
Or so I tell myself. Don't ruin my summer dreams just yet.
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