It's February already. January...not nearly so "January" as in years past. One small snowfall, no bouts of vomiting, no fever. Just a month of back to the usual.
I've just not felt the urge to post much. There's not much creating to show because everything is moving at a slow pace. There's also the off-line life--which is requiring more of my attention. This parenting gig can be so very difficult at times, and I've only today realized that the way to teach my children that hard work is necessary to achieve good results is for me to get off the sidelines, push up my sleeves, and lead by example. No more wishing for the magic book or teacher to suddenly spark my children's desire to study hard and get good grades.
I don't think I ever thought that parenting would involve so much second-guessing for me. Maybe I'm making this more complicated than it needs to be. I sometimes wonder what advice my sixty-one-year-old self would give to me now. How can I put all this day-to-day and week-to-week drama into a bigger picture? I know this week's spelling test isn't going to matter much for my child's future, but the way she went about preparing for it could.
These are pretty deep thoughts for a Wednesday, but this is what I'm currently wrestling with. My oldest is eleven--teetering on the brink of adolescence. I want to be able to keep the big picture in front of me as we forge ahead into the thicket of the teenage years. Frankly, I have my moments of insecurity.
So it is on that note that I leave you for today. A mug of tea and some quiet moments of reflection may be just what I need right now.