Well, The Little Miss is officially one.
It was quite the day. She was able to see her momma, and that's all good.
I was a good sport about the whole event, and that's also good.
It sometimes seems as though I am spending a lot of my time these days being a good sport. Hm. Oh well. Sometimes, that really is just the way it is. You have to make the best of it all, otherwise you do too much of something else like eat, cry or drink.
We tried our best at a little video conference with the web cams the other day. Not so successful, but really entertaining for the kiddo's. That's about all you really need anyway. Right?
It is summer here. So that means I'm reading lots of books, only a few of which are home school or Autism related. In the summer I like to read other things. Things that are interesting or make me think. Of course, I'm reading them a few paragraphs at a time in stolen moments between laundry, kids and band aids. A household theme, much like dirt and sticks.
Ah, life with boys. Always exciting. Always full of things like moths and frogs.
It seems as though it will be a busy week, just like every week around here. But it's OK. I have a new theme to work on this summer. I want to become a more relaxed mom. I want to let all the truly little stuff roll off and blow away. It's not always like me to be that way, but I'd like it to be. Especially with the kids. Not to say I want them running loose and wild unsupervised, but I want them to have the freedom to really be themselves, to experience things on their own and learn from life without me backseat driving. They need some space and time to make choices and see what happens. They need time to figure things out for themselves. We all do. Besides, I don't want to be making the play calls for their lives when they're in their 20's. I want them to be able to make their own calls and live with it well.