Sunday, April 27, 2014

Becoming an Athlete

Although swim meets are fun, I'm glad it's over. I'm ready for an afternoon under the AC. For a first meet after a month of practice after her short lived hiatus and in her new U8 category, she did well time wise. 


Frankly, overall better than expected. 


I'm very proud of her on how she handled not swimming for medals or ribbons this time and actually wanting to be in this meet regardless. 



She is all cool and focus during the meets, a very different kid from her usual social butterfly. She just wants to out her headphone on and play in her tablet between the events. She took the initiative and went to warn up on her on in between events, what I rarely saw in kids her age. 



She's definitely growing up and becoming an athlete!  I so admire her!  Her determination, focus and confidence is even a lesson even to me as a grown-up! #biasedmom


  

Saturday, April 05, 2014

#FrozenProblems




In my ever complicated quest to find awesome Summer camps for Miss B while trying to synch up with her friends' camps, I told Miss B that I had found indeed an awesome Summer camp for her to go to: a week of musical theater!
 
 
She was already very interested. Then I told her that the musical they would perform would be Frozen! I knew she was going to go crazy about it. I love cartoons and I loved Frozen but I can't really explain why this cartoon is the biggest Disney hit of all times! B sings Let it Go all day long. She has memorized  all the songs and some parts of the movie she's watched at least 5 times  in less than 15 days! Then we make it to Target and you hear other kids singing songs from Frozen too! You can hardly find any licensed merchandise either. It's a Frozen Fever!
 
 
No wonder she screamed of excitement when she heard about the Frozen performance. And then immediately said: "I want to be Elsa, I want to be Elsa!"
 
I  readily explained to her that there was no guarantee which part she was going to get and that there would be at least two Elsas (child/grown up).  She pondered and said: "Well, I wish I could be both Elsas this way I could  be on stage all the time." 
 
 
OMG, I stopped... Whose kid is this anyway? A little actress in the making? Drama skills I do know for a long time now that she possesses! Will see...

Truth To Be Told?

 

One of the hardest things about parenting is explaining children the grey areas of acceptable behavior in the eyes of a complex society.
 
Since they are little,  we teach them to always tell the truth. However, there are limits to that truth that needs to be told and in some instances needs to be silenced or omitted. How then are they supposed to know when it is ok to really tell the truth?

Not once, but twice recently I’ve had to lay out the rules of society when it came to omit the truth to a beloved friend to avoid hard feelings. Not an easy task!
 
A couple of week prior to Valentine’s Day, B had come home talking about a friend at school that had difficulty with Math.  She asked me if it was still ok to hang out with her in spite of her trouble at school. We had in the recent past talked about not hanging out with friends that were troublemakers at school all the time. Only that I later realized I had not defined what “ trouble” really meant  (again another grey area!) . I then explained that I did not mean " that"  kind of trouble, but rather someone that was disrespectful with the teachers or mean to other kids. And further, if she had a friend that was behind in Math, she actually could show how to be a good friend by helping her friend. It was because of this conversation that she decided to write the note below.
 


It was arduous but I finally convinced her not to send the Valentine card as it would likely hurt her friend’s feelings. " Hope you do better at Math" was a well wish no one needed to be reminded at Valentine's!
 
More recently, she sat next to a Kindergartener  named Maggie at the school bus that had lost a lot of blood through her nose. The situation was serious enough to awarrant the removal of the little girl  from the bus. This was rather impactful to B as she was sitting next to the girl and was the one who alerted the bus driver. B had been shocked with the amount of blood she had seen. This story was recounted and digested throughout the entire weekend. Finally, she decided to write a get well card to Maggie. She wrote her beautiful card with thoughtful words to comfort Maggie, but chose the margin to color entirely indicating the high amount of blood she had lost!!! Oh no! When I told her it was not a good idea, she argued that at the top of margin she had put a positive note. Regardless of that, I explained that her friend would certainly not want to be reminded that she had lost so much blood!!!

 


These two are only recent examples. Have a kid  always tell you the truth regardless of the consequences is a hard task in itself. Now, teaching a kid when it is ok not to tell the truth is nearly impossible. I hope that at least she processes the bit taught that it is oknot  to tell the truth if you are going to hurt someone’s feeling unnecessarily. Still a grey area even when hard feelings are involved, but we will leave it to the next lesson hopefully at a much later time!

Miss Bs Fairytale






There was a little girl named Miss B...She wished for snow...Only that there is no snow in Florida.

On her birthday she chose to go to New York City, the city that never sleeps and hardly ever snows much. Because nothing is impossible, her dreams did come true...



We arrived in NY and from the plane we could attest, we were actually arriving in Winter Wonderland. NYC covered with snow.
 

She was amazed big skyscrapers.


 
She wanted to run on the streets  and tried very hard to keep up with the hustle and bustle of the city. 



She fullfilled her dream of iceskating on the outdoors and did so  twice! At Bryant Park and at the traditional Rockefeller Center.

 

She even wanted to play even with the black ice and was like a kid in a candy store when saw snow falling for the first time that Saturday morning.





We promised snow and went to the Central Park so that she could build her first snowman. And then the unthinkable happened. The snow started falling heavily while we were in the heart of the Central Park. That was an unforgettable scene. One I will never forget and nor will she.


We were children again, much like her. Building a snowman, throwing snow balls and simply in awe.



Never mind that her birthday dinner was a disaster at the restaurant that never lived up to the hype.



I am sure she will not remember that part. But she will never forget her first snow man at the Central Park, her first ice skating rink, her visit to the cockpit of the plane and her fabulous time at that restless and vibrant city, much like herself.

And our dreams came true too, to see her happy at her very special day!