When I started this I fully intended to post only once a week, and stick to my slow parenting regimen. Most of the people I know don’t have time to read more blogs, I don’t want to add to their stress, and I don’t have time to write much more than once a week. Also, I’m a perfectionist.
There, I said it. I’m a perfectionist and I don’t like the idea of posting something I haven’t revised to the nth degree. (What is the nth degree?) But I’m finding that I miss being here, “people” (my hordes of followers) are asking when I’m going to post again, and I love the practice of writing this way; it’s different than the way I approach a poem. I just sit down…and write. Huh. Imagine that.
So…maybe a little pressure is a good thing for Pokey Mama, maybe I post a bit between the “official” Pokey Mama installments. Besides, we’ve reached a benchmark: yesterday my girl baby turned 12. She promised she wouldn’t get older than 4th grade, but that was back when she still liked me.
Those of you whose kids still think you’re an infallible, hippocratic-oath-abiding, sharp-dressing, provider-of-all-things-yummy-and-wonderful Goddess, savor it. These days my husband and I have a mantra: when my daughter rolls her eyes at us we look at each other, smack our foreheads and say, Oh, I forgot! I’m the stupidest person in the world. It scares me that this makes us feel better.
I should make it clear that my daughter is wonderful (of course, but she really is) and I know she loves me. She may even (secretly) still admire me. Back when she was dazzled by my greatness this is what she made for a school project:
But now it’s her job to think she knows more than I do, and it’s my job to let her believe that…some of the time. When I’m short on sleep it’s my job to yell things I later regret. Or, if I’m rested, to patiently explain why it makes sense for her to appreciate my wisdom and experience. Because I say so. That’s why. So there.
Tonight this girl goes to her first school dance. You can tell from those feet she’s going to be an amazing dancer.