Bullies

I’m so glad I waited a few days to write this post because it’s definitely one that could have been written in bitterness and haste.

 

Friday night my five-year old was a victim of bullies. I am so not looking forward to our first experience with school–which happens to start in 42 days.

 

We were at our local park helping pass out flyers for a concert that was taking place. When we were done we went down to the playground so the kids could play while we waited for daddy to join us.  Mr. Man darted straight for the merry-go-round which has become his new favorite structure every time we are there. I was walking around with Little Miss so I could be her spotter when she was climbing stairs and such.  I kept glancing over at the merry-go-round at him and he seemed fine.  After awhile I started to notice some kids that looked like they were in the midst of a debate with him.

I started walking that way and I could hear my son say, “I AM NOT A BABY!”

Once I got there I asked him what was wrong and he told me they were calling him a baby. I looked right at the boys and nicely said, “He’s right. He’s not a baby. He’s five years old and he is going to kindergarten soon.”

They all kind of chuckled and then started whispering to each other. I decided I needed to stay there for awhile because I knew Little Miss was able to navigate the structures just fine now.  Those boys were relentless. There were about four of them and when I asked them how old they were they all said they were six or seven.   So, they were only at least a year older than him and they were calling him a baby?  Not cool.

Mr. Man was so great to keep telling them that he wasn’t a baby, he was going to kindergarten soon and he was five years old. I defended him a few more times myself and then just started getting annoyed. Little Miss and another two year old girl came and got on the merry-go-round around this time too.  Mr. Man jumped off to push and after a few rounds around they started saying, “We need someone else to push because that baby can’t make it go fast.”  I told my boy he was doing a great job. I also told them they couldn’t go too fast because there were some smaller ones on right now. THEN they bent down toward my girl and said, “Don’t you want to go play somewhere else now?”  Umm. NO!  I told those boys, “The girls can stay on for as long as they want. When they decide to get off then you can go faster.”  They kept trying to persuade them to get off and I kept telling the girls they could stay on as long as they want.

The girls eventually got off but I’m happy to say they did it on their own accord.

Mr. Man got back on the merry-go-round and I followed Little Miss to a slide.  A few minutes later my boy comes running up to me and says, “Mom, how much do I weigh?”  Excuse me?  What?  I looked at him, looked at the boys and then said, “You are 30 pounds but that doesn’t matter, okay?”  He ran back and told them what he found out and they all started laughing. Once again they started calling him a baby and said he wasn’t as big as they were.

My boy is five years old, 30 pounds, 39 inches and wears 3T/4T clothes.  We make smaller babies. Who cares?

I had been texting my husband during this time asking him when he would be there because these boys were not being nice and I just thought we needed to leave.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to get them to leave without daddy’s help so we stayed.

The part that put me over the edge before daddy got there was when they wouldn’t let up and decided to now ask him, “Well, if you aren’t a baby…what reading level are you?”  Ugh. Is that how you measure someone’s importance?  Sure, I understand the importance of reading levels and such over the years but what six or seven year old would ask another kid that to determine if they were good enough?

At this point I looked at my boy and said, “If they aren’t going to be nice to you, you’re going to have to get off and go play somewhere else, okay buddy?”

Daddy arrived a few minutes later and I filled him in on what was going on. I also informed him that I’ve been dealing with this by myself because their parents didn’t seem to be anywhere around.  He started hearing the boys calling him a baby and taunting him so he started mean mugging them. It seemed to help for a few minutes and then they just kept being sneaky about it.  At one point I saw one of them start pushing him and he had his hands on them in defense. I went right up there and told my boy to stop and asked them not to put their hands on him.  I didn’t want their hands on him but I also wanted to take the opportunity to make sure my boy knew he wasn’t allowed to touch them either. I don’t see things one-sided and I don’t think my child is an angel. I need to teach my child in every circumstance.

I kept telling my husband that we should leave so we could get dinner but we wanted our kids to be able to play too.  It wasn’t a few minutes later that I caught out of the corner of my eye my boy leaning forward, with a look on his face that I’ve never seen before, screaming “I AM NOT A BABY!”  I marched right over to the merry-go-round, told him, “You need to get off now and do something else. These boys have been mean to you the whole time and you don’t need to put up with it” and then I turned to the one boy and asked, “Can you show me where your parents are?  You have not been nice to my boy the whole time he’s been here and I would like to talk to your parents.”  All of a sudden he was silent, trying to point in circles as he spun round and round and then my boy got off the structure, ran off into the trees and started bawling.

I’m pretty sure I am partly to blame for those tears. I think I embarrassed him. But how long do you stand back and let it happen before you intercede?  My husband went over to talk to him and he fought the hugs and words he was trying to offer him. It took everything in my 8-month pregnant, mommy heart NOT to cry–but I could feel those tears welling up in my ears and I had to look away.

Another dad came up to talk to me and assure me that my feelings were justified.  He said, “What amazes me is how young bullying starts.  And it starts with examples. Where are their parents?  At the concert while they let their kids play alone over here on the playground?”

It’s true. Their parents where NO WHERE to be found. I just couldn’t believe it.  I don’t consider myself a hovering parent but my goodness, who in this world lets their children play alone on a playground while they sit across the creek in chairs listening to a concert?

We ended up convincing our children that we needed to leave to grab something to eat. We also took the time to let Mr. Man know that he didn’t need to be around those type of people.

We walked up into town to put our name on a wait list for dinner.  Daddy and sis went to do that and my boy and I sat on a bench. I started talking to him about what happened and he moved to the other side of the bench and didn’t want to talk to me.  I told him if he didn’t want to right then that was fine, but that I would like to talk about it later.

He said, “Fine. Let’s just talk about it now, okay?”

It hurt my heart that he was so hurt by those boys. In that moment, and a few moments since,  I’ve told him that his size doesn’t matter, he’s a really cool kid and there are PLENTY of people in our lives that love him.  I think he knows that but he has a hard time not being accepted. We’ve always called him the Joy Boy and the kid who knows no stranger.  Everywhere he goes he brings joy, laughter and love to others of all ages.  In this moment, he had his first encounter with cruel people. We told him that hurt people, hurt people because they don’t like themselves.

Does it get any better?  I am not excited about kindergarten, people. Not at all.

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Our Love Story for Valentine’s Day

A few days ago I entered our love story in a contest with the local paper.  While we did not win the contest we were asked if we would share our story in a front page feature.  We were so excited to be asked to do this.  We were sent a list of questions to answer and email back.  One of the questions asked about our children and we saw it as a great opportunity to share the news of our pregnancy with our friends and family in a unique way.  Well, as we all know, journalism picks and chooses what they want to say and although we felt blessed to be asked to share our story I didn’t feel like it was a true reflection of our love story or our heart for marriages.

Here is my submission:

Our love story started with a handshake at a bonfire and continues with a crazy love for each other after almost 8 years of marriage. Little did I know that my husband had a list of qualities he was looking for in a wife and was checking them off in his head the night he met me. We’ve been through the in sickness and health, for richer or poor, through good days and bad together and look forward to embarrassing our children with our love in hopes that they see how husband’s and wives should love and treat each other.

Here is the exact questions and answers we submitted:

1.) What is your husband’s name?

My husband’s name is Zac Holmes

2.) What city do you live in?

We live in Waterford

3.) What are your kids names? How old are they?

Our son Reese is 4 1/2, our daughter Emery is 2 and we are expecting in September {SURPRISE MOM’S AND DAD’S!}

4.)  What are some of the hard times you guys have gone through that you talked about?

We have been through a lot of trials in our marriage but always end up coming out of it stronger and more in love with each other.  One of our biggest heartaches was in January of 2011 when we unexpectedly miscarried our second child. No one can truly know or understand a mother or father’s heart until they experience it themselves. My husband was so helpful and supportive during this time. Even when he didn’t know what to say he gave me time to think, to cry, to snuggle, or to scream.  When I was rushed to the ER a week later with complications he sat with me in the cold, white room while we waited for results. My biggest fear was that I would never be able to have children again. Praise God that He had bigger plans for our family because we were able to get pregnant right away with our now 2 year old daughter!  Zac never left my side, he never made me feel like a failure, and he never questioned my emotions.

I’ve had plenty of times to be the one by his side too. From job changes to visits to the ER for health issues to huge financial setbacks for our family, it is important to me to let my man know and feel that he is a good man, a great supporter for our family and that it is not my job to shame him.

5.)  What do you love about your husband/wife? What kind of person is he/she?

Amy–One thing I love about my husband is how he shows our children his love for me by not letting them be disrespectful toward me.  He is a man full of never ending patience and support. He is a well of knowledge in a variety of areas and people respect him enough to ask his opinion or advice on buying electronics, purchasing a car or parental advice.  I can tell by the look in his eyes everyday that he loves me, respects me and is truly my partner in all of life’s trials.  I love when he rocks out in the car to his favorite songs but not so much when he uses my legs for his air drums!

Zac– Amy is a lover. She loves me, she loves kids, she loves people. She has an awesome sparkle in her big brown eyes. She is a joyous woman who has never met a stranger. I love how unrelenting she is when it comes to us–she loves me fiercely and is very supportive of the decisions I make for our family.  She is a fantastic combination of gentle and strong and brings the right kind of balance to our crazy life.

6.)  What would you like to teach your kids about how husbands and wives should treat each other?

And do you think this is lacking in today’s world?

Our generation is composed of a lot of hurting people who are either products of divorce or view marriage as disposable. Zac and I were married a little over a month after I turned 21. In our almost 8 years of marriage we have seen multiple divorces among our friends and age group.

The word divorce isn’t even in our vocabulary. When we decided to get married we made a life commitment to be “in it to win it”. Marriages are important to us and we strive to fight not only for our own but for others, especially those in our generation.  We believe that many couples stop fighting for their marriages, stop respecting each other, stop communicating, stop touching each other.

As a product of divorce myself it is very important to me that our children see us live out our marriage in front of them.  Zac and I dance in the kitchen often, kiss, cuddle on the couch, make dinner together, do dishes together, hold doors open for each other, pray together and even apologize. Without living this out in front of our children they will never know how husbands and wives should treat each other.

Just because it sounds fairytale-ish doesn’t mean it’s easy. Every day is a battle but it takes the recognition that it’s more important to fight for our marriage than to fight to be right.  Marriage isn’t a contest but a partnership. In our marriage we have three partners-God, Zac and Amy.  It is our goal to act this out not only in front of our children but those we encounter along our day who might need the encouragement to fight for their marriage.

*Here is a little more about our back story.

We met in the fall of 2005 when Amy has just decided to move back home from Taylor University in Indiana.  We learned along the way that we had many mutual friends over the years but never met until that one Sunday night in September at a bonfire. Amy arrived with her youth group friends, noticed people she didn’t know and decided to walk up and introduce herself.  That’s when I met her for the first time and began to know throughout the night that she was the girl I was going to marry.  A few months earlier I was talking to my pastor’s wife about how I was longing for a wife. She encouraged me to write a list of qualities I was looking for–no matter how silly some of them would seem.

Amy took my number that night and contacted me next day. We talked for hours every night that week and went on our first date that Friday night. From there, we were inseparable. She said that the night we went on our first date, she walked out of the house declaring to her family, “This is the man I am going to marry.”  As we began to talk and date God started to remind me of my list and I started checking things off in my head.

I knew very quickly that in fact she was the woman for me. I wanted to propose to her at Christmas but felt like God was telling me that it wasn’t quite the right time. I waited until Easter Sunday in April and proposed to her in front of the entire church during our Easter service.  We were married 2 1/2 months later on July 1st, 2006 with the help and support of many people we consider family and life-long friends.  We know that God brought us together for a reason and we are excited to see what all that entails.

Homemade Pancakes Sunday

This morning Mr. Man woke up and requested pancakes. I felt terrible because he always asks for pancakes and I just never buy any mix at the store. We aren’t big breakfast people. We enjoy a breakfast out or Papa-made breakfasts but on a daily basis we usually eat toast, bagels, waffles or cereal with fruit. Nothing fancy.

After apologizing to him for awhile and telling him I would add it to my grocery list I decided to just google “Homemade Pancake Recipe”. That’s when I stumbled upon this Martha Stewart Basic Pancake Recipe. After realizing I had all the ingredients I told him we could make our own. He was SO EXCITED. I ran into the kitchen to whip up his brunch as fast as I could.

I am making a declaration right now: I will NEVER buy boxed pancake or waffle mix {unless I’m in a hurry} again! It was so easy! As long as I stay stocked up on my baking supplies I think this could be a very frequent occurrence.

Once I saw that the recipe yielded 12-15 pancakes I decided to stock up and freeze the uneaten ones. As I was going I realized it wasn’t very hard to do so I decided to use up our last egg and our last cup of milk and double the batch. I ended up getting 30 small to medium sized pancakes all together! The kids had 5 between them during the process. That means I was able to pack up and store away 25 pancakes for quick breakfasts in the days to come. I am seriously thinking of making this a monthly occurrence!

Any other suggestions on things I can make ahead of time and freeze for later to make my life easier? I don’t have a ton of space in our freezer but I’m looking for more ideas. Please send them my way {along with your best estimate of how long they will keep}. I can not wait to have our own home someday soon so we can have an extra upright freezer for storage! Our current freezer contents are pork chops, chicken, roast, cookie dough, ice cream, whipped cream and ice cubes. I need more space–especially for those times I find a good deal on our meats at the grocery store!

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Mommy Wars

I came across a great little article with lots of great visuals that I think is just fantastic.

Today I engaged in a conversation on a Facebook Mom 2 Mom site that was wondering what families in our community thought about our local school system or why people have chosen to remove their children from the school district {a question that was directed because of a decline in enrollment and possibility of closing or repurposing 4 elementary’s}.

I was hesitant to interject my opinion because I hate conflict but I just felt the need to express our choice. We are pretty much set on homeschooling Mr. Man starting this fall but I have yet to hear back from the program we will be utilizing.

What I learned watching this conversation occur is that people view things in different ways, everyone’s reasons for their child’s schooling is unique to their own family or situation and parents will do anything for their kids! Just because it is our choice to homeschool Mr. Man doesn’t mean it’s the same reasons that you should homeschool your little Susie or Bobby.

When I saw this link online I just LOVED the way it portrayed these thoughts. Whether you are a stay at home mom or work out of the home, breastfeed or formula feed, vaccinate or not vaccinate–we all do what we think is best for our family. And none of us are wrong! We may be different but my way isn’t right and your way isn’t wrong. I base my decisions on what works best for my family or even to take that a step further, I make my decisions based on each child and their needs, abilities, or desires.

Please take a minute to look through these pictures and see that each mother is right in her own way. How can you view your friends or family members differently after seeing these images? We’re all in this together!

http://herscoop.com/posts/empowering-photo-series/

Library Card for the WIN!

Today was a monumental day and will be recorded in the Holmes family history books.  It was the day Mr. Man got his first library card.  You can see his excitement here…

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This morning was a rough one for me.  After a long night of very little sleep due to a heavy, wheezing chest I was running a little slower than usual.  Getting ready for school seemed to take longer than usual.  I even contemplated keeping him home from school just because I didn’t want to venture out.  I knew better.  We finally made it to school a few minutes late and then Little Miss and I headed off to the store to buy diapers.  It was a dreary, rainy morning and all I wanted was for 11:30am to roll around on the clock faster so we could go home, get in our pajamas and watch classic Disney movies all day.  Somewhere along the morning I realized that I would have to either lay on the floor in their room all day or move their TV into our room so we could watch all the VHS tapes we wanted.  Since I didn’t really feel like doing either of those I remembered that you could check movies out at the library!

I decided to tell Mr. Man all about my plans and see what he thought.  I was hoping he would think it was cool–and he did!  I told him that he would get his own library card and he could borrow books and movies for a few days then we would have to bring them back and get some more.  I reminded him that we did the same thing with life jackets from our friends Miss “Mannie” (Annie) and Mr. Joe this summer.  We didn’t have any life jackets so we asked them if we could borrow theirs, used them on the boat up north and then gave them back when he and daddy got their hair cut a few weeks ago.  That little story didn’t help as much as I hoped because all he took from it was that he was upset that I took them back and he didn’t.  Oh how the specifics can tear at his little heart strings sometimes!

We drove to the library as he asked lots of questions about what they had, why he needed to use an indoor voice, what movie he could pick, if his picture would be on his card, etc.  After a quick diaper change for sis in the parking lot we ventured inside.  The librarian wasn’t as cordial as I had imagined her to be.  I thought it would be a joyous moment filled with lots of pictures of her handing over a card to him while they both smile and give me a thumbs up.  DID. NOT. HAPPEN.  Mom expectations!  In fact, he almost didn’t get a card.  She said that they don’t issue library cards until a child can sign their own name.  She asked if he could.  Dude, he’s 4 1/2 years old–of course he can write his own name but he would need a dinosaur sized box to do it in…not a little mousey box.  There is no spacial sense in a 4 1/2 year olds world.  Seriously, for hoping to cultivate a love in children for reading and discovery I think the library needs to make it a little more user-friendly for their smallest of book worms.

Since I learned there is no limit on books or movies you can check out at one time I decided just to get one for myself and use it as a family.  Mr. Man begged me for a card and I distractedly told him we’d see about it on the way out.  Being as it was our first time at the library I walked right up to the librarian and asked her if she had a list of book recommendations by age for the children {mommy expectation #2 for the day}.  She said they did not.  I casually mentioned that the Rochester Hills Public Library had a list on their website called 100 Books Every Child Should Experience {I heard of this list from a high school friend who has completed the list {maybe even twice now} with her children.} and then the kids and I walked away. We ventured into the unknown library by ourselves.  I was a bit overwhelmed.  I knew that I wanted my children to grow to love reading, walking through stories just by looking at pictures, take adventures and using their imagination.  I just didn’t know where to start.  I stood there thinking “Amy, you were a preschool teacher.  You know the good books.  You used to read them everyday to your class.  Think of the good books in your head and check a couple of them out.”  I just couldn’t think in that moment what MY children would like.  I didn’t really have a starting point since we already have our own little library at home and have read the “basics”.  Soon the librarian walked over to us and handed me the list of 100 books from the Rochester Hills library and said she just printed it off for me.  Score.  {and yet kind of embarrassing for them to have to use a different library’s resource instead of having their own.}

I tried to find several books on the list that I knew we didn’t have at home and I really struggled to find them.  Many were not there.  It made me wonder just how good our local library was going to be for us.  Finally, we settled on 3 books for each child and made our way over to the movies.  Again, disappointment.  I am thoroughly saddened by their lack of movies for children.  Remember I said I was in the mood for classic Disney movies?  Yeah.  Didn’t find them.  In fact, about the only “Classic Disney” I found was Peter Pan.  I also decided on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood since Mr. Man has been loving him some Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood and I realized he had NO IDEA where the character originally came from or who Mister Rogers was.

After choosing those two DVD’s  we checked out.  I let Mr. Man do the process himself and he loved it since it was all digital and “express”.  We turned to say goodbye to the ladies at the front desk and he quietly pleaded again for his own library card.  I didn’t know what to do.  The ladies could sense that I had a little debacle on my hands and asked how they could help.  I told them he wanted his own card and they suggested we tried.  There is a space for your “printed name” and a space for your “signature”.  They said I could print his name and he could sign it.  They led us to a table where he could try his hand at signing it.  After a few unsuccessful strokes of the pen I realized that he needed my help holding the pen upright to even produce pen lines on his card.  He’s so used to using crayons and markers that will write no matter what angle you held them at.  He had no idea how to use this pen correctly.  I held the top of the pen and he looked at me and asked what he was supposed to do.  I told him to write his name just like he does at school and I would just guide his pen so he could see the lines.  After at least 3-4 minutes we finally finished and he “signed” his first library card!  No picture with the librarian.  No picture on it.  No thumbs up for a new adventure for him.  Nope. just a handing off of the pen, followed by a picture in the parking lot in the drizzling rain, standing in front of the library with his “loot” and official card in hand.

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Overly excited smile!

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The official look of the card.

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All of our loot.

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Sis showing me a “bug” in the book.

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Exploring our new finds.

{By the way: I really hope that after a visit to the library alone some day I can learn more about the children’s section and grow to love what they have to offer.  I’m holding out hope that there are some treasures in there somewhere, but has anyone else felt the way I do when they’ve visited this location?}

First day of school

The day has arrived: the first day of the last year of preschool.  I’m actually going to call it Pre-K because that’s really what it will be for him.  It’s the last session of classes for him before Kindergarten.  How can we be at this point already?  Wasn’t it just a few months ago that we were bringing home that little 7 pound 4 ounce boy who could only wear preemie clothes even though he wasn’t a preemie?  Wasn’t it just a few months ago that we were rushing to Urgent Care an hour before his birthday party because he busted his chin open on the stairs trying to get to the bathroom to go potty?  Wasn’t it just last week that he asked to ‘nuggle mommy and watch Toy Story?  How could we be on a Kindergarten countdown these days?

I guess it’s true.  Time passed so quickly and here we are taking first day of school pictures, bringing the teachers gifts and meeting new friends.  Today was Mr. Man’s first day of school.  It was an abbreviated class that is used to introduce the children to the teachers, the classroom and the activities and routines that will be utilized.  For an hour the kids were able to test out the new toys, decorate a picture frame, enjoy a snack, explore the playground, learn a few songs and meet their new friends.  Parents and siblings were invited to stay and partake in the activities too.  Friday will be the first full day for them–running from 9:00am-11:30am.  We’ve done it before but I now find myself wondering what it is I am supposed to do during that time?  Maybe Little Miss and I will do breakfast dates, walks at the mall or visits to daddy at work.

And now…..without further ado….here are the obligatory “First Day Of School” pictures.  In succession, of course, because they are funnier that way!

 

Watching a neighbor drive by {and waving at him between takes}

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So handsome.  And somehow seems so grown up now.

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Funny faces {his choice}

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Mommy’s choice: A list of current favorites

ImageReese’s Preschool Favorites 2013:

TV Show: Doctor Who
Movie: Toy Story
Song: “Sweet Talkin’ Woman” by Five Iron Frenzy
Color: Pink and green and blue and brown
Food: Egg noodles, gravy and pepper rings
Candy: M&M’s
Toy: Jake and the Neverland Pirate Ship with the alligator
and bird
Activity:  Watch tv and do stuff
Superhero:  Well, I like all the Avengers the most
Shoes:  My tennis shoes, the black and white ones

When I grow up:
I want to be Captain America, Batman and Ironman!

Height: 3’0”   Weight: 29lbs.

And then sister insisted on joining him for pictures too.

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More “funny faces”

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Pictures with his teachers, Ms. Jen and Ms. Michele

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And he wanted to show everyone his BLUE tongue from the Ring Pop they gave him!

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Have a great year, buddy!  We are so proud of who you are and what you do.

Let’s do this thing!

‘Twas the night before Preschool

‘Twas the night before Preschool
When all through the Holmes house
Everyone was sleeping except one very tired spouse.
The clothing was hung on the closet with care
In hopes that the morning soon would be there.

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Reese was all nestled all snug in his bed
While visions of sight words danced in his head
Emery in her jammies and Reese in his too
Had just settled down for a long evening snooze.

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When inside their room there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our bed to see what was the matter.

Away to their room we flew in a flash
Tore open the door and found a bedtime bash.

The moon’s reflection on the window inside
Gave peace to our hearts as we looked on with pride
When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But two siblings sleeping in one bed so dear.

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When the morning had come so fast and so quick
We were all ready but Mommy’s nerves made her sick.
More rapid than ever we gathered our things
And drove down the road as we started to sing.

Yay Pencils!  Yay Paper!  Yay Crayons galore!
And stencils and books and a pretend store!
To the front of the class!  To the Calendar wall!
Mark away days to the beginning of fall!

As Mommy’s and Daddy’s wanted one more hug
They met with their kids on the Circle Time rug.
Then out the door they left with some tears
As they watched their babies face some of their fears.

And it seemed in a twinkling they grew up so fast
And we all reminisced about the time in the past.
As the days of no sleep and food on the floor
Had all been forgotten once they walked through that door.

They are big kids now from their heads to their feet
With new friends and teachers they are ready to meet.
And new tasks and skills to learn all this year
You’ll be so excited about all that is here.

Their eyes how they twinkle!  Their smiles so big!
They’ll learn the difference between a cow and a pig.
With words and numbers and alphabet sounds
Their reading and learning will grow leaps and bounds!

They might even learn how to tie their own shoes
And soon they’ll be trying to teach little siblings too.
Their looks will change and they might lose a tooth
But they’ll always be your baby, that is the truth.

They’ll dream big dreams and imaginations run wild
But through it all you will still see your child.
For they will need your help in school and in life
To show them the way and protect them from strife.

So, God we thank you for your protection this year
Over all the sweet kids around the world we hold dear.
Guide them, love them, and show them your grace
As we leave them in schools and give them their space.

And just like that the year will fly by
And you won’t even remember the moments you cried.
But before it comes to the end of the year ball
Happy start to a new school year, to one and to all!

Written by:
Amy Holmes
September 2013