Happy Mother’s Day! Even if you’re a dad, you can still have a special, fun day. It’s okay. Parenting is where you learn patience, a very necessary ingredient in life.
Last night we built a fire and made s’mores in the fire pit. What a lovely evening. The temperature dropped into the chilly-need-a-jacket zone by the time we were willing to give up watching the coals, but it was wonderful, none the less. Fun to have family here to share that with. I tend to skip building a fire when I’m by myself. I don’t know why when I enjoy it so much.
One step forward, one back on house hunting. I said it wasn’t easy. The kids finally did find a great property that I believe will suit them very well. Thank goodness. You cannot imagine my relief. It was the best Mother’s Day present I can remember in a long time. Now they have to go home and pack. Well, to me, after getting through this hunting process, that part should be easy. The tension of not knowing what to do next if they couldn’t find a place they liked coming home to was a killer.
My granddaughter is testing the limits of her grandmother. She knows where her favorite crackers are in the cabinet and she takes me there and points to them several times a day. The response is not always what she wants, demands, hopes for, and cries for. It is so difficult being a year and a half old when the adults around you don’t behave correctly. Her language is popping right now. What fun. When we went out to dinner, she high-fived and gave knuckles to the wait staff. I guess she was celebrating the new house even though her parents hadn’t yet gotten the phone call saying they got the house. Kids must know these things.