Sometimes in good ways, sometimes in bad ways. But the good ways outweigh that bad 100 to 1.
We assumed she had some kind of attention disorder almost from the minute I could feel her kicking in my tummy. She would never quiet down and her kicks were substantial to boot.
When she was born she was constantly moving and stretching and couldn't hold still unless she was swaddled. She was like that all the way until preschool where she started to learn to harness her constant movement.
When she hit Kindergarten, it was obvious she needed some help with her focus so we had her tested. When she was diagnosed with ADHD we started her on medication and never looked back. It's been amazing for her self-esteem.
I'm so grateful for modern medicine and good that it has done our sweet, hyperactive daughter. Today, she starts her Young Rembrandts art class after school and I cannot wait to see what she draws for us. The imagination and detail in her work are pretty amazing for an 8 year old.
I find it fascinating how much I enjoy parenting her the older she gets. As a baby/toddler/little kid, she was extremely hard and learning to cope with all her extra energy was quite a challenge for me. But now that I can talk to her and we can discuss things, it's become so much easier to understand and help her. I never thought I'd enjoy this stage of her life as much as I enjoyed her as a little tiny baby, but I'm surprised to say I think I enjoy it more.
The other day, Pearl taught herself to use a spoon. It was one of the best moments of my life. She trained on Fruit Loops and milk and now she's a pro at yogurt (which she is constantly asking for). Now I can just strap her in and let her go!
She also knows her ABCs! I feel like I can credit it more to the ABC apps on the iPad than myself since I just heard her saying them out of the blue one day. She can also count to 10 just not quite in the right order.
She's getting bigger and smarter. And along with that comes sassier and bossier, but it's ok because she's cute.
Gracie keeps calling resolutions "revelations" for some reason. It's not totally inappropriate.
So I turned 29 on Saturday and, I won't lie, it was a tough one for me. It's SO close to 30 and I'm scared of 30. But it's coming so I know I need to just get on board. So I decided to make a 30 by 30 list.
Only it's like a million times harder than I thought it would be! I'm all bogged down in details like: "What constitutes a goal?" or "Is this just something I should be doing every day anyway?" or "Does this one even count?"
Needless to say, it's been tough. It seems to be coming down to what I want, what is practical, and what I can afford. I certainly won't be backpacking through Europe (nor do I want to). And all the similar goals I'm finding online seem to be for the unmarried group. I can't really find any I relate to.
If you've followed this blog as many years as it's been running, you know I hate making resolutions and usually make a point to avoid them. But this year feels different. I feel compelled to make a list of 10 resolutions and also a 30 by 30 list. It's overwhelming but it feels necessary.
I want to keep this blog about the girls and my family. In the past I've made it more about me but I'd like another place for just me and my issues and to leave this place for my wonderful family.