Two dear friends suggested that I do this. So here goes. I named this blog after my daughter. In Charlotte's Web, Charlotte tells Wilbur that her egg sac is her magnum opus. This she explains is latin for great work. Although I know that Julia is a gift from God and truly His great work, Charlotte's sentiments most closely describe how I feel about her. Julia is my magnum opus.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Thoughts on Preschool
So preschool thus far has been an interesting ride. I was certain that my darling would be the rule following teacher's pet. To be more exact, I thought she would be just like I was in my early school career. Instead she is, as her teacher puts it, "Wildly independent, single minded and an out of the box thinker." As a parent, I am thrilled. I love her individuality. As a teacher I realize that she needs to conform a bit in order to work within the system, and I fear that the structure of school may suppress her creative spirit to some degree. It is a difficult balance.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Speaking in Tongues
Months after a visit to Chicago, Julia is eating and says to me, "You know, mommy, I really am," now imagine a heavy Arabic tongue, " An allaboosa."
"What's an allaboosa," say me.
She explains, "It means a really fast eater."
I bite, "In what language?"
She gives me the my poor mother, everyone knows the answer to this look and answers, "Chicago Spanish."
In case you're wondering, a basoola is a slow eater.
"What's an allaboosa," say me.
She explains, "It means a really fast eater."
I bite, "In what language?"
She gives me the my poor mother, everyone knows the answer to this look and answers, "Chicago Spanish."
In case you're wondering, a basoola is a slow eater.
Too Web Savvy
So she is sitting in the morning having her breakfast and we are talking and watching the birds outside the kitchen window. She says to me, "Mommy would you like to hear a lovely song about birdies?" Of course my reply is in the positive. I wait about 10 or 20 seconds, nothing. I look at her and she is staring straight ahead face almost frozen. Without turning to look at me in her spitty, lispy whisper she says, "The song is still loading." At that moment I envision her sitting in front of my laptop waiting for one of her favorite games to load. Another second or two and she goes into this completely ad libbed, crazy song about birds.
Prayer
For a short while now, we've been introducing prayer to Julia. It's mostly of the thanksgiving variety. We've also mentioned that you can pray for others (i.e. turn to God). She must have processed this to mean that you can ask God for things through prayer. Yesterday she wakes up and quietly comes in my room. She announces, "Mama, I prayed to God while I was laying in bed just now." I am thrilled. She continues, I prayed to God for a t.v. in my room."
We have some work to do.
We have some work to do.
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