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I Owe You

May 25, 2011

A little over a month ago, before Easter Kermit had Visitor Day at school.  A few weeks before the actual day they sent home a slip asking if and who would be joining the child at school for this special occasion.  They would be making puppets.  I asked Kermit who he wanted to join him.  He picked me!  In December, they had visitor day and he wanted Gammpa to go with him.  😦  But this time it was me!  YEAH!! So I filled out the slip and returned it.  I marked in on the calendar and arranged for a babysitter for Pink and Green.  This was no small feat to be able to spend an hour or so alone with him.  He and I were very much looking forward to it.

The day arrives and I dropped him off at school and then went to visit my sister.  We were leaving for North Dakota in a few days and I needed my suitcase back and some clothes.  Pink, Green and I spent most of the morning hanging out with Auntie and Uncle Kiss.  Eventually we left and headed for home.  When we got there, Pink watched some TV and Green took a nap.  I did some laundry and some cleaning.  Mostly just puttering around the house  until it was time to go get Kermit.

My phone rang with the sitters name.  I though that’s weird, Why is Sharon calling…… O.M.G!!!!  VISITOR DAY!!!!  As quick as I could I threw everyone in the car and headed for school.  I called Sharon back and said we are on our way, but knew by the time I got to school it would be almost over.  (We live 45 minutes from where Kermit attends school.) But I had to try.  I raced to Foley, basically threw them out the door with barely a stop and headed for the Elementary.  I walked in just in time to see him take a picture of his FINISHED puppet.

There were tears… ALL of them mine.  How could I forget about it?  It was so important to him.  Why had I not put it in my phone? Why didn’t I look at the calendar?  Why was a doing laundry instead of helping him make a puppet?  How could I forget about HIM?  My mothering was at an all time low that day.  He gets pushed aside all the time, wait for this, wait for that, wait, wait, WAIT!

So…. to make a long story longer when he came home with a field trip permission slip and volunteers for chaperone, I WAS IN!  This one I was NOT going to forget about.  My dad said he would watch the younger 2 and we could have a date my oldest and I.  We left home EXTRA early that morning.  We had to drop Pink and Green off in Ramsey.

We made it to school and I told him that I owed him.  I felt bad/still feel bad about the visitor day fiasco.  It will go down in mom history as one of my lowest moments.  But today, TODAY was for making up, making amends.  Today was about the 2 of us and our special day at the Farm.  We were visiting Nelson Farm in Litchfield.  Today we would hold hands, and baby chicks and sandwiches.

Ed Note:  There are about 10 more pictures that I’m having an issue with rotating.  It keeps telling me it won’t save them.  GRRR.

We had a ball!!  I was in charge of Kermit and Ethan.  They were very good for me all day.  Wild at times, but that’s to be expected on a farm, with fresh air, and new things to look at.  Actually, if I’m being honest, Kermit was the wilder of the 2.  At one point Ethan was standing next to me while Kermit ran around in circles.  I finally had to tell him, it’s okay, you can go play…. and away he went.

Picnic lunch on a blanket, a hay ride through the field, calves, baby chicks, goats, pigs… who could ask for more!

It was so nice spending time alone with Kermit.  It’s been awhile since it’s been just me and him. I think he enjoyed it too.  I’m going to have to make him more of a priority.  He’s growing up SO FAST, as pointed out to me by the “this is the last newsletter you will get from kindergarten” newsletter.  I choked up.  It honestly seems like last week Todd and I were a blubbering mess getting him on the bus for the first time and now he’s graduating kindergarten already.  So much has happened since then, yet how can it feel like just yesterday.  Oh how cliché, but it’s true.

I will miss these days with him, and my time is spread so thin I’m missing that much more each day.  I owe it to him and myself to soak it up

I love you Kermit!  I’m so glad I went!!


This Face: Part Blue

May 23, 2011


This face is the one I wake up to come and snuggle with his brother and I.  It is the one that tells me I’m beautiful.  It breaks my heart when it says, “I don’t need to stay by your forever, right mom?” 

This face is my first-born and stole my heart.  He is my trial and error and hopefully I get it mostly right.  This is face is the one I lose my patience with and try harder next time and next time and next time.  This face is the one that READS to me, because you learn that stuff in Kindergarten. 

This face asks me “how many more bites” every.single.night. at dinner.  I love this face because it looks exactly like his dad.  This face has 2 cowlicks that when we go too long between hair cuts, it grows “horns”.  This face is my snuggle bunny and my sidekick.  He asks for treats every.single.time.

I love this face and all of the memories we have created so far.


February 15, 2011

Apparently I missed a week without noticing…. OOPS! 

2 weekends ago, we went to Kermit’s first wrestling match.  He’s been practicing for about a month (Monday night’s only) with Daddy and a bunch of other kids his age. The town where he goes to school is sort of known for its wrestling program.  Todd and I both grew up there.  He a wrestler and I a cheerleader.  We had been looking forward to this day since about a week after he was born.  I couldn’t have been more excited and nervous.  When we talked about which tournament to go to there was one about 5 minutes from our house, where probably none of his friends would be.  Or there was the one about 45 minutes from our house where probably all of his friends would be.  Since it’s for fun at this age, they don’t travel to tournaments as a team, it’s  “go if you want” tournaments.    I really, really wanted to take him to the one where  none of his friends would be.  Reason #1: I wouldn’t run in to any of the other parents.  I had this fear that he wouldn’t do well.  Comparing him to some of our friends’ children who had recently done very well at a tournament, it didn’t want to see him lose and have our friends see him lose.  TERRIBLE, I know.  I don’t know why I was so worried about him winning and not losing.  This makes me a more competitive parent that I knew I was.  This makes me THAT Stage Mom, “Perform dancing monkey and don’t disappoint me!!”  I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts/feelings.  Todd on the other hand wanted to take him to the one that was farther away, where all of his friends would be.  He thought it would be more fun.  He was right, and in the end that was one we took him too, especially since I never mentioned my irrational thoughts to my husband.  He would have called me crazy.  Reason #2 for wanting to go to the closer/friendless tournament: I’d get to sleep in a little and not have to drag the whole family out of the house by 7 am.  Still we ended up going to the farther/friend filled tournament.

We dropped the boys off to weigh in (he weighed in at 44.4 lbs) and Pink, Green and I went looking for coffee and an ATM.  This was a terribly long errand.  Should have been 5 minutes into town, instead we had to drive to the other end of the world.  We should have been gone 15 minutes, instead it was pushing an hour.  Lucky for us, Todd is never late, always early and we didn’t miss anything.  We got back and unloaded and made our way inside.

There was plenty of down time.  We of course ran into a bunch of people we know and thankfully I learned a bit about how to be a wrestling mom.  I talked to a few parents and they all talked about how their kids had *GASP* lost a time or 2.  How some of their kids backed out and not wanted to wrestle, how they would cry (as I was sure Kermit would) and how they tried to get them to get back on the horse/mat!  I don’t know why I kept having this feeling that he should have it all figured out already.  I don’t really remember the days of when my brother was that little (especially since I’m 2 years younger than him) and he would go to these tournaments.  The last match I had been to was a highschool one.  It was probably the one when our town wrestled the rival town and 2000 fans would pack the gym and cheer for their team.  These guys were GOOD.  They knew how to wrestle.  They knew their moves, knew what to expect was coming at them and knew how to win.  I kept forgetting that he was only in Kindergarten and has 8 years or so to get it figured out.  Then again, if he doesn’t want to wrestle all they way to highschool, I guess that’s ok too.  But since we had been building this day up in my mind for the last 5+ years, I was sure I was sure I knew exactly how it would go.

His first match was tough.  The kid had an older brother who had no doubt spent plenty of time coach/wrestling/beating on the younger brother.  He really knew his moves and was good.

I was pleasantly surprised at how well Kermit kept up to him.  He was always wrestling from behind in points but he never stopped fighting.  Since he was new to this whole “Live Wrestling”, he really wasn’t sure what to do.  This kid was attacking him and he was always on the defense.  I, like a crazy person, was yelling things from mat side.  Todd, stood back and watched.  He leaned on the wall about 10 feet behind me.  I kept motioning for  him to come over and ‘coach’ but he wouldn’t at first.  He’s not that guy.  But I am, and whatever I would yell, Kermit would do.  He needed some help.  He needed to know we were there and that we would give him advice.  After the first period, Todd came mat side and coached him through the next period.  During the 2nd period, he got hurt and started crying.  I nearly had to scoop him up and run him to safety.  But what kind of mom would I be if I did that.  I told him it was ok and get back out there.  The kid pushed his head in to the mat (as will happen a million more times) and it hurt him. I’d say it was more scary and surprising than hurtful.    He ended up losing to this kid.  He was a good sport about it but definitely hurt his pride.  He sat on Todd’s lap and whimpered.  He didn’t want to go back out.  He didn’t want to wrestle again.

It took Todd the whole next match to convince him to give it another shot.  I don’t even know what he said to him, what sage fatherly advice was passed down, but it worked.  He decided to give it another shot.  His second match went much better.  He was much better matched, as far as skill goes, to this kid.  They were back and forth with points and in the end Kermit did a reversal and won!  WHOO HOO!!

His third match went so quickly I nearly missed it because I was feeding Green.  It lasted probably less than a minute and he was pinned.  But he really didn’t care about that loss.  He has WON ONE!!  He ended up taking 3rd over all in his bracket and got a medal (here’s a little secret, they all got medals, except for those who took 1st, they got a bobble head wrestler). 

He did so much better than I gave him credit for.  He handled his loss about the way I expected, but he wrestled like a champ and got back up to do it again. He got a taste for what it’s like to wrestle at a tournament.  He was bummed the didn’t get the bobble head and now we had something for him to strive for.  Something for him to work towards.  He wanted that 1st place whatever it was.  He talked about it many times since that Saturday. 

Here is one excited 3rd placer!!  He was jacked to get the medal and show it off to everyone.  On our way out of the bracketing room, the family of the first boy he lost to was walking beside us.  The older brother tapped him on the shoulder and said “Good job Buddy.  You wrestled really good.”  WOW.  I couldn’t believe the sportsmanship.  I asked his mom (wasn’t sure he was from their family) if tha was her boy and she said yes.  I praised her for the great job she did raising them and their incredible sportsmanship.  I was blown away. 

I was glad we had gone to the tournament with the people we knew.  It started his wrestling career (can I call it that?) off to a good, team spirited start, for him and I both. These will be the parents and kids we spend the next 12 years wrestling with, why wouldn’t we all be there in the beginning together?

I couldn’t be more proud of him.  He really showed me that he is a lot older than I give him credit for, but then again kids always are.   GREAT JOB KERMIT!!!  Mommy and Daddy are so proud you are our boy!