Sunday, April 1, 2018

Zayd turned Seven

Our sweet, zany, contemplative Zayd turned seven last week. He's grown into such a character and every day I spend with him is one where my heart feels warm and I grow as a mother. I'm so lucky to haven't him as my son.

He loves making others laugh, and he's got his dad's wacky knack for it. He is a rule follower like his mom. He's caring and nurturing and Ziyan, especially, is lucky to have such a doting big brother. He loves his sister and encourages her everyday, though sometimes you might call it instigating. He's still fiercely protective, but he's learned to tame his fears and channel his energy often and more and more every month. He knows right from wrong and cannot abide anyone doing the wrong thing. Thus, he's supremely political. I work to help him understand that the world exists outside of the political debate of the day, much as I work to tell myself the same. (Someday we'll figure out if that's true, ha ha.) He's su h a fantastic, warm, devoted boy and I'm so glad I get to spend everyday with him.

Happy birthday to Zayd!

Friday, March 23, 2018

Ziyan's First Story Time

It's Friday which means Ziyan and I are out doing all the things we need to do. When I had two kids and only worked 3 days a week, I arranged a mix of doing kid friendly activities and getting all the work done that is required to make her house run successfully on my days "off" (I.e. not in my office). Since I've had Ziyan, I have worked full-time and he's just had such a different experience with me. I manage to squeeze my full time schedule into four long do and sooner late nights so we still have Fridays just us. We have fun on Fridays and he loves being with me and getting all of the special attention but we don't do kid things.

Today, after going to two grocery stores, we went to the library to return books. When we walked in, I realized toddler storytime was just starting. So we went in. Apparently toddler storytime is on Fridays, the one day that I don't work. My son is almost 2 years old and I've never taken him to Story Time. When Zayd was a baby I planned my part-time schedule around brunch with my mommy friends and storytime at the library. Ha ha. Poor third child!

Z3 was transfixed. He enjoyed exactly 25 minutes of baby story time and then was ready to leave. He watched intently and was silent. My child is never silent. He talked non-stop through the entire grocery store. He talk to every person that passed. He said "Mommy go go go, Mommy go go go, Mommy go go go" maybe five hundred times. He said almost nothing it's story time. Just before he was ready to leave he did start pointing out to me that there were other babies in the room. "Baby. Baby. More babies." Then we went to the playground and he played for a few minutes before all the baby's got out of story time. When they came to the playground, he again stopped and stood and watched. I really think Ziyan didn't realize there were so many other little kids in the world.

It made me think that maybe he's ready for school. Maybe he should be around other little kids. Zahra was about this age when she started and it was great for her. Zayd started at 3 and the transition was terrible. I'm not saying the timeline affected their transitions because they're totally different kids but, either way, time is ticking. Z3 will be 2 in May.

Afterward, we came home and I put him down for his nap. And when I see him all snuggled up in his bed, he definitely does not look like he's ready for Montessori School. He's not ready to sleep on a mat. He's still my baby, two or not.

I promised to take him back to Story Time next week.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Ten Years but I'm lucky. I still see her everywhere.

10 years ago today I spent my last day with my grandma. I can't remember the details of the day, to be honest, but I don't think she spoke with me on this day. We were past that. I remember the night. I spoke with her for hours and hours. And we were together. And some of the woman warriors of my family were there and we sang. My grandma always sang at the top of her lungs and especially in the car.

Everyone should die surrounded by people that love them. And those people should love each other. I'm personally so grateful that I had that.

I think about her all the time but 10 years is a big number. So I just wanted to write down that I love my grandma and I miss my grandma and as I watch my 3 kids play in my backyard I imagine that she might be watching them too. And she'd be really proud that they play outside. And that they think ice cream is a health food. And that they don't wear clothes what's designer names printed across the front. She was exceptionally opposed to using your body for "free advertising". She would like that they drink tea and we would all drink tea together. She'd be happy that I've sewed them pajama pants and that Zahra thinks she's going to be the president. Zayd's politics would tickle her and he is such a political boy. She would be so taken with Zahra. She's basically like my grandma with a tan. Zayd would hug her the most, and talk to her on the phone, and ask her questions about her life. Z3 is such an explosion of energy these days I honestly can't imagine he how he would fit into that world. She be impressed that he knows some of his colors, speaks with small sentences, and she'd smile at his contagious smile. But she would hate how loud he scream talks. Except maybe she wouldn't know that it's scream talking because she'd be pretty darn old.

She lived a good life and full life and I would never dare say she was taken too soon. But it wouldn't have bothered me one bit if she'd live to one hundred.

Today I'm going to light the candle that I lit at her funeral and let it burn on my dining room table. She would appreciate my table. It's solid wood and mercilessly marked up by children who act like children. And I'm going to hope that she visits me when I'm sleeping.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

KDE PRC

Approximately one month ago Zahra brought home a letter to me that she had written at school asking me to take her to the Kiddie Park. It's the yellow letter with hearts. I promised that we would do that, but I will admit a few weeks went by without me living up to my promise.
All week I had been planning to take the kids to Kiddie Park today. It was going to be our kickoff to spring break. But I was keeping it a secret. That was going well until yesterday when Zahra came home and told me she wrote me another note about going to kiddie park. And she wanted to know when that would be happening. I spelled my secret and told her we were going first thing Saturday morning. She seemed okay with that.
We had a great day and went all out. It turns out Zayd is probably too old for the rides so we did some face painting for the big kids and let him escort Ziyan on a couple rides. Zahra and Ziyan had a blast and Zayd definitely enjoyed the arcade.
When cleaning out her backpack I found yesterday's note. It's the pink note. Ouch! "Dear Mom when are you going to take me to kiddie park? I've been wanting to go there for a long time. I want to go there. Love, Zahra." It seems I just barely avoided a really letting her down!











Thursday, February 22, 2018

Confucius Wishing Lanterns

Last weekend we headed to the Riverwalk to participate in the anual Wishing lantern ceremony with thousands of other San Antonians. It was a gorgeous night with great weather, multiculturalism, and beauty. Our kids got along and were up for the adventure and that was honestly the best part. We wrote our personal wishes "own every Lego Batman set" and "everyday can be my birthday". But we also focused on family goals "no fighting", "have a great family summer adventure", etc. I can't wait to see our wishes come true.

Originally, of course, no one wanted to go...much like the next next when we took them to see Step, Afrika! That night they ended up on stage learning a step routine and then pounding the floor in a roaring drum circle. So we had two exceptional diverse experiences in this fantastic town we call home! AND I got to prove that if you trust Mommy, mostly I provide you with some pretty spectacular experiences!