Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Ghost Ride the Whip

My mom's told me a half dozen times that if you're doing your job as a parent, you will work yourself right out of one. This has been as heartbreaking as it sounds. Of course, I always come here to write when I'm about to cry about something. I could blame the hormones, but even my OB knows better. I was the almost seven year old crying on the eve of her Mini-Golf-Birthday-Extravaganza about how she'd never be six again. Motherhood certainly hasn't made me any less of a sap. 

Avalon's second birthday was tear-free though. Scott and I made a banana chocolate cake the night before in a quiet and sticky kitchen. Credit mostly goes to box-mix from Ralph's with an additional three smashed bananas and some mini chocolate chips. Then we iced the top with chocolate frosting. The new two year old was thrilled and so was everyone else. My dad admitted later that when I described my plan for the cake he thought it was totally going to suck. A good old dose of parental honesty is something I won't edit out of my relationship with my daughters either. 

My parents splurged and got her the Micro Mini Deluxe Scooter (we also have this helmet). Scott jokes about how she likes to "ghost ride the whip" since lately when we take it to the park she gives it big pushes and then runs next to it cheering in a mild hysteria. She has bombed a few hills though. I can't help but be proud of that. 

We got her a tiny armoire from the antique store that we imagined into a play kitchen. Scott installed iron hooks on the sides to hang her shopping bag and pots and pans from; sometimes a dish towel. I painted a small table we had used as a Christmas tree stand once and placed a stool and the chair her Papa built her last year around it. Along with the play coffee maker and toaster, this has been her most loved gift. I'm happy with how inconspicuous it looks in this thousand square foot squirrel den. I gladly break my back eating wood toast and felt watermelon with her every morning in that sunny corner. 

Yesterday I took Avalon to visit her soon-to-be school. She grabbed a toy frying pan from a quiet little girl who wore sunglasses inside and told a curly haired boy that the water fountain was hers. Maybe it will be better when I'm not there. 

When the teachers began serving snack, they had all the kids sit on a small railroad tie wall adjacent to some tiny picnic tables in the shade and then dismissed each class to wash their hands and find a seat. I was sitting alone at a table off to the side trying to be a fly on the wall, very much like I did until my junior year of high school. When Avalon got to her spot, she gathered her snack up and then walked over to sit and share it with me. I don't think I'll ever forget that.

Today, her gymnastics teacher told me she has a spot for Avalon in her non-mommy and me class starting next week. This weekend we are going away for the first time without her. I was the one wearing sunglasses inside today after sobbing on the phone to my mom the whole car ride to Trader Joe's. 

Letting go for me is always like being forced to ride a roller coaster you wish you weren't tall enough for. Fragile nerves, a leap of faith. A new beginning. 

I guess it's easy to be a sentimental sap in these conditions. Life will always be so beautifully short and surprising.

I suppose one of the best things to do could be to turn up the music and enjoy where this ghost ride takes you. 


  1. You always pull my heartstrings with your writing. I love the way you put things about life. I feel like you help me understand it more if that makes sense. Can I ask about the crown? It looks like what I'd like to make for my son's upcoming birthday. Thank you!

    1. Thank you Alicia! I used this pattern for the crown, but modified it a bit: Happy birthday to your son!

  2. I've found my little people always move on to the next thing before I'm quite ready. Always. My middle boy has seven days of little school left. Then he'll be in the scary big school with all the rough boys. Is there room for me next to you with the box of tissues? Love that Avalon has a scooter already. She will graduate to a stunt scooter and be flying off the six foot ramp one day. My two younger ones love to scoot. They know all the names of things and take it all very seriously. The local accident and emergency place know me by sight now. CJ xx

    1. There is always room! Oh, that is a big tradition for both of you! I will be thinking of you! Your comments always make me smile and laugh :). Glad the boys are enjoying their modes of transportation.

  3. Of course you some how have me tearing up reading this post. Change is always so hard but especially watching children, parents, loved ones and even our pets grow older. Beautifully written.


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