For tonight’s post, I’m going to jot down what I wrote on my phone’s Notepad feature on Saturday. Do you do that on your phone – write little notes to yourself? I have hundreds (thousands?) of little phone scribbles: ideas, dreams, observations.
It’s wonderful to look back at those notes because they really capture a moment in time – a fleeting moment – and then poof! it’s gone… I’m often glad that I collect these ideas when they’re fresh in my mind. Here’s the first half of one of the notes I wrote to myself on Saturday. I’ll post the other half of the note tomorrow…
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Paprika learned to ride a bike on her own today. It happened when I was out of the house by myself for the first time in a week, looking at used violins for her birthday at a local music store. She rode around the block once and then she could ride as if she’d been doing it her whole life. She went on several bike rides around the neighborhood alone, giving her a new found sense of freedom.
We’re working on getting her a bigger bike. This one we got years ago at Goodwill. It was huge for her at the time and her feet couldn’t reach the ground…and now she towers over it. I’m hoping to get her a blue beach cruiser…and one for myself, too, so we can go on bike rides together.
I believe in waiting until the right time. Not pushing – just waiting for her to fly, because she will if I’m patient and let her find her wings.
(Photo: Ginger making lemonade on Saturday for her Lemonade Stand)
Ginger moved into her own bedroom and happily slept alone last night. It was the first time Ginger slept alone in her life – as she’s always slept in a bed with her sisters or me. I wonder if this is it – now she’s moved on to her own bedroom. It’s as if she aged a decade in one night. Boom!
It creeps up on you. You don’t think this will be the last time something happens until after it happens. So you don’t enjoy it as much as you’d like. But maybe you should just enjoy everything as if it’s the last time…just in case.
We do this dance together, growing up. Ebb and flow. One moment child. Then trying on the cloak of independence. Then needing my lap for comfort. Around and around we go.
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