Today started off rainy.
We I usually wake up around 6:30 AM to get the kids’ clothes together. You would think by now that I would iron everything at the beginning of the week but my lethargy always prevents me from doing so. I dropped the kids off at their schools and came back for a few tranquil moments alone until it was time to really start my day.
My daughter had a Christmas program today and she didn’t stop talking about it until the day came. I went there and ate lunch with her. For 30 minutes, I was known as “Iyanna’s Mom” and the kids thought/think I was/I am pretty cool. I can’t remember how many questions I was asked but they all seemed appalled that I was also a student, who survived the first semester of graduate school and got a 3.5. :woot: I guess that was what made me so cool.
Afterwards, I did a little Christmas shopping. . that’s if you call finding three gifts Christmas shopping. But nevertheless, I’m four gifts in. I was on the hunt to find some wedge heels for my 7-year-old. -_- You read that correctly. She sooooo wants to be me. Needless to say, I had zero luck and hope I’ll be able to find something when we head to Texas. I have yet to pack one single garment for this 6-hour 4-day vacation ahead of us.
The day began and ended well but there were moments where sadness consumed me. While eating lunch with my daughter, I thought about my mom. She always accompanied me to these types of events. She always wanted to be a part of the lives and educations of her grandchildren. I didn’t cry today, but I wanted to. My son doesn’t seem to understand what’s going because today, after picking him up from his school, he wanted to go and “see Momo.” I stood frozen for a bit. I think his teacher noticed because only when I heard her say, “I’m sorry for your loss” was I able to move again.
But today.. today turned out to be a great day. We sang along to Radio Disney. We told knock-knock jokes. I made funny faces and watched as those silly faces tickled them pink in my rearview mirror. I raced them from the parking lot to our front door. I must have looked real silly running in boots and a blazer.. all dressed up. But, I thought I was pretty amazing, especially since I didn’t collapse from all that strenuous activity as soon as I made it to my living room.
We’ll be ok. Everything is going to be ok. After all, we still have our lives to live. There are still laughs to laugh. I still have so much love to give. We deserve to be happy.