This summer has already been so full. We haven't done a ridiculous amount of things in the past 2 weeks, but every day is a happy one. They fight, they complain, they cry over nothing... they don't take naps and make me want to scream, but reese feels good all of the time, it seems. Dance recital came and went and we've already started summer classes. And the last day of school for the girls warmed my heart enough to last me a long time.
the last day of school, I ran around to each kid at their LDOS events. reese was first.
I remember crying the first day in January 2014. When I first dropped her off at lawson, she didn't walk, she didn't even have a walker. She had the same teachers that day that I hugged and cried over the last day of school this year.
I can't explain to you what it feels like to absolutely trust your delicate child into people you don't know, at first. Reese was still on her babyPOG chemo, harsh, but working its way through her brain and a kid who could, only for a few mins, hold herself up against a table. One of her first goals was to sit in a chair.
That seems so long ago.
Soon, she was using her walker, but I'd have to take her across the street, first. Then she started to go across with her walker. Then one day... she walked across with nothing. Not her walker, not my hand... and they were there to celebrate with me.
Her teachers, the people in PPCD, the other inclusion teachers, all of them, they were my lifeline. They were with her for so much of the day and now she goes to kindergarten where I need to learn to trust someone else. Someone else to talk me down and send me a picture of a perfect 4 year old, when I was worried that something may be wrong. Someone new to tell me how she is advancing and to relax. Someone who will let foxy join the class.
They had a small "graduation" where they walked around the school and waved and traipsed to pomp and circumstance. I couldn't believe that we were finally here, in life.
For many months, I could not picture what reese would look like, older. I don't know why. I don't know if my brain just wouldn't let me or if I was scared to. But on the last day of school, this year, I realized that this was exactly what I thought she'd look like.
Sassy, almost bob-cut hair, her high cheek dimple flirting with the camera. She is exactly who I knew she'd be. She looks just like she did at 2, but only older, wiser, even more awesome. She has a ponytail.
Aidan and Sawyer are reminders that time flies too quickly. I see Aidan growing up into this... pre-pre-teen or whatever 8-10yo is. It is funny and awkward and full of the in-between that I don't want to forget. She is silly and giggly and embarrassed. She is confident and nerdy and worth every bit of eyeroll she gives me.
Sawyer shows me that, besides that kids can be totally different than their siblings, that a little pause in life for a hug and a kiss can go a long way. She is an old soul trapped inside a bouncing ball. She loves life and it loves her back ten-fold. Almost 7 suits her well.
But it has been too fast. EJ made the comment this week that aidan is almost half way to leaving the house... to going to college.
I can't even comprehend that. It feels as if each day is so long, but the years keep passing and I can't make them stop no matter how hard I try. So for now, I just go to the their school lunch parties while I am still invited...
So. First day of school 2014
Since then, every day is documented on instagram or with my underwater camera, at the pool (those coming soon. man, I love that tiny thing).
Dance is 4 days a week. Chemo is 1 day a week. Gym is as many times as I can get my butt there. Pool is the same. Yesterday we had our first ophthalmology appointment for reese, though.
They told me nothing that I didn't already know. A while back, the doctors realized that reese wasn't following their finger out of view on the left eye. I did my own test at home. I would cover her right eye, make a silly face and tell her to copy. She did. I would cover the right eye. She would not.
"I not see you, mommy!" she'd say giggling about how silly it was.
She can't see out of her left eye.
I am not surprised, her doctors aren't, either - it is what can happen and it's likely been this way for 2.5 years at least. Anyone who knows her was extremely surprised because those who spend time w reese would know that she doesn't act this way at all - you would never know. But, remember, she probably doesn't remember having both, so that's why. Nothing changes, of course. It's just a quirk that she has and now I can just say it for fact, as opposed to guessing with my own eye games.
I am sitting at starbucks, blogging with my carb-free coffee, headphones in with pandora on because an amazing friend offered to give me a morning off.
I am so blessed. Between playing taxi, lifeguard, and maid, I am surrounded by the best people.
Thank you, Jesus, for this life. Thank you for my blessings that lift each moment that seems like a weight. We leave for lighthouse right after independence day and, while I can't imagine it better than last year, the way this summer is going, I feel like I will leave even fuller than before. This year, I have a toddler, as my youngest, not a baby. I can't wait for corbin to lose her mind in the sand with her sisters.
Back to laundry and cleaning. To summer worksheets and art projects. I'm off to make even more coffee and then sit on the couch in one huge pile of redheads - and hope they don't just kick each other under the blanket.