I’ll be posting each Friday with the same theme of “A Family Lives Here”. Hope you like it. Hope you join in on the fun.
This has been quite a week for Miss. Spitfire. She was selected to be the first in her class to be spotlighted. In their class it’s called SUPERSTAR *insert jazz hands*. She was thrilled because in kindergarten, last year, she was the very last one picked. She was thrilled to be first this year.
Miss. Spitfire (L) and Miss. Superstar (R) doing homework.
So on Monday she took in 10 pictures to share with her class. On Tuesday she brought five favorite, or special things to show her class. Wednesday she had q-tips for the kids to guess, for the guessing bag. Only, before that could happen, she happened to be running super fast in a game of tag at recess, when she fell onto the black top. She stopped her face from smacking with her little hands, and her right hand bent too far.
I got a call from the school and turns out she bent them so far back, they were swollen rather horribly. I took her to the doctor and they gave me a splint for her pinky, but said without an x-ray there was no way to see if it was fractured.
The nurse also said that sometimes an injury might not look like much, and be fractured. Other times it looks awful, and isn’t. Normally, my instincts would have made me run right over to the x-ray place that day, but after years of marriage to my husband, I heard his nay-saying in my head, and decided to wait-and-see on the x-ray.
Her first ever…
Thursday for superstar week, my daughter brought in a favorite book. She brought Christopher. I was sitting in the parking lot, waiting the last five minutes before school was out, when I got a call on my cell from the school front office. The message relayed was, “your daughter has had an accident.”
So I ran.
Turns out when a man says “accident” he means bathroom accident. Yup. My little one who loves to wait until the last moment, erupted all over herself, and the PE room, because she didn’t want to interrupt the instructions. Apparently, 5-10 min earlier, they had asked if the kids needed to visit the bathroom. *sigh*
Every girl needs colorful wraps for splints.
Luckily, the office had changes of clothes, so I got her cleaned up and picked up my other daughter. That afternoon we had a play date at our house, then zipped to the x-ray place, a quick food truck fest dinner after, and a second back-to-school night. By the time we got home, we were all exhaustapooped. However, I knew that Friday, Miss. Spitfire was responsible for bringing in a treat. I asked her if it would be okay if she brought in a box of Madeline’s from Costco. She told me reluctantly, that she had told everyone in class she was bringing her favorite cookies, snickerdoodles.
Dude. These mini-burgers and sweet potato tater tots are slammin’ with flavor.
Despite the crazy day, I made them. I finished baking them around 11pm. It was simple really. They were important to my little one.
This morning, as I was rushing making lunch, making sure the kids had their back packs packed up, and eating breakfast, my little one ran up and tackled my mid-section with a giant hug.
Cookies made with love
She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and said, “You did it mommy! Thank you for making me snickerdoodles.”
Just like that, my heart melted.
I feel so lucky that I can do small things like this for my girls. I am blessed 100x over because they truly are grateful for the bit of extra effort I put in for things that are important to them.
I’m a mom now. I’ll always be a mom. I dig it, when I remember that I’m first a mom, then… all the other roles.
What moments have you had, that make your heart melt?
ps. Got a call today from the doctor, after my daughter was a school minus her splint (she didn’t like that it got in the way of writing) that um, yeah, her pinky is fractured. So I ran down to the school to splint her up again. Her pinky has to be splinted for three weeks. Miss. Spitfire’s only concern? She didn’t want to have surgery, especially after seeing what her big sister, Miss. Superstar had gone through.
pps. Yes. It’s been quite an eventful week. Would someone please invent a pill I could take so my body would get the rest, but I could just stay up working on my never-ending, to-do list? Pretty please?