finding it
Dec. 13th, 2010 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today was one of those days when I just felt like throwing myself a big pity party. Complete with sad balloons and bad cake.
Senor Onion wasn't kind to his best friend at school and there is a constant theme of Senor Onion not dealing well with impulse control or not being completely empathetic. It brings up all kinds of emotions in me. Damn that fantastic little boy humbles me. Yet this is the same kid who greets his best friend with a hug. He tells me that he loves it when his teacher smiles. He hands his sister a cookie and gently pats other babies on the head. There is a wonderful little boy there. I will just keep at it. I will help him to learn how to be a well-rounded person. This is my vocation. It is just one that leaves me feeling so low and filled with so many doubts about what I do.
Hilariously it doesn't help that I am feeling low in general. BUT despite all that sadness I was brought out of it in a few different ways. Someone on my friends list wrote a fantastic post about finding the Christmas spirit in certain situations. I was reminded of the joy I take in certain rituals and what I provide for others. I am in love with how my kids respond to advent. I am excited to have my kids with their cousins and family. I have been having fun with Senor Onion to decorate the house. Things are wonderful. Then a present I sent to a friend arrived. She has been having a time of it and this present made her pretty happy. This filled me with a lot of joy. Then? A subscription to this food writing magazine arrived. A family friend sent it to me because she seems keen to encourage my writing. (she is a kick-ass poet in her own right and her confidence in me cracks me up.) I had a bunch of reminders today from all sorts of places that people care about me. I forget that sometimes. Thanks universe.
Yesterday I went to a friend's place and we made scotch eggs together. It was a sort of brunch experience with a few friends. We ate the scotch eggs (it was an excuse to try a recipe from a new cookbook my friend got) and then sausage rolls and fruit and hot chocolate with home-made marshmallows. It was wonderful. People looked through cookbooks, talked about fun places to eat, knitting, crafting and traveling. A couple of friends were in a fragile place as their lives have kind of gone...upsidedown. I hope it cheered them a bit. They seemed to have left in a slightly more calm mood. I suggest good food and good company to everyone.
The carpet is still damp downstairs. (boy that sounds inappropriate) Mr. Jenner and I agreed that our next house will be on a hill.
Senor Onion wasn't kind to his best friend at school and there is a constant theme of Senor Onion not dealing well with impulse control or not being completely empathetic. It brings up all kinds of emotions in me. Damn that fantastic little boy humbles me. Yet this is the same kid who greets his best friend with a hug. He tells me that he loves it when his teacher smiles. He hands his sister a cookie and gently pats other babies on the head. There is a wonderful little boy there. I will just keep at it. I will help him to learn how to be a well-rounded person. This is my vocation. It is just one that leaves me feeling so low and filled with so many doubts about what I do.
Hilariously it doesn't help that I am feeling low in general. BUT despite all that sadness I was brought out of it in a few different ways. Someone on my friends list wrote a fantastic post about finding the Christmas spirit in certain situations. I was reminded of the joy I take in certain rituals and what I provide for others. I am in love with how my kids respond to advent. I am excited to have my kids with their cousins and family. I have been having fun with Senor Onion to decorate the house. Things are wonderful. Then a present I sent to a friend arrived. She has been having a time of it and this present made her pretty happy. This filled me with a lot of joy. Then? A subscription to this food writing magazine arrived. A family friend sent it to me because she seems keen to encourage my writing. (she is a kick-ass poet in her own right and her confidence in me cracks me up.) I had a bunch of reminders today from all sorts of places that people care about me. I forget that sometimes. Thanks universe.
Yesterday I went to a friend's place and we made scotch eggs together. It was a sort of brunch experience with a few friends. We ate the scotch eggs (it was an excuse to try a recipe from a new cookbook my friend got) and then sausage rolls and fruit and hot chocolate with home-made marshmallows. It was wonderful. People looked through cookbooks, talked about fun places to eat, knitting, crafting and traveling. A couple of friends were in a fragile place as their lives have kind of gone...upsidedown. I hope it cheered them a bit. They seemed to have left in a slightly more calm mood. I suggest good food and good company to everyone.
The carpet is still damp downstairs. (boy that sounds inappropriate) Mr. Jenner and I agreed that our next house will be on a hill.
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Date: 2010-12-14 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-14 08:15 am (UTC)But tomorrow is always another day and things are okay. Remember that.
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Date: 2010-12-15 07:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-15 06:15 am (UTC)This is the same kid who can sit down and concentrate on a jigsaw puzzle or lego model for hours. His... attention span is hilariously all over the place.
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Date: 2010-12-14 08:59 am (UTC)What, like Peppa pig's family?
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Date: 2010-12-15 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-14 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-15 06:17 am (UTC)I have merely skimmed it but it looks promising. Like Gastronomica.
I am going to save it for the plane so I can pick it up and drop it.
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Date: 2010-12-14 12:40 pm (UTC)Based on my experiences teaching grades three and four, kids of eight and nine often have difficulty with impulse control and being empathetic. The fact you're taking this seriously now is very good, but don't let it get you down or make you feel like you're not doing a good job as a mother--at his age and stage of development he's not good at seeing the other kid's point of view because he can't. That part of the wiring isn't hooked up yet--but the fact you're working on it with him means it will be.
Honestly, I don't know how parents do it. I've got so much respect for the job you do with Senor Onion and Miss Plum!
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Date: 2010-12-14 05:36 pm (UTC)they do get it eventually. what matters is that you are telling him. what scared me then and scares me still are the parents who dont say anything, who seem to think that meanness and physical cruelty are normal and acceptable.
Senor Onion is a caring, kind little boy. you are starting from a better place than many. it all takes time.
(as mrs. h. used to say, there's always one to keep you humble. i figure if SHE felt that way, it was ok for the rest of us to feel that way too.)
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Date: 2010-12-15 06:18 am (UTC)Yeah. I want him to understand that cruelty is not acceptable. So much damn stuff you have to teach a human.
Boy was Mrs. H ever right.