Phoebe was my hesitant one . . . this summer she made it clear that she wasn't going and if I made her she'd kick and scream. I calmly told her that was going to be prettttty embarrassing for her. I did try to build her confidence by doing a mommy daughter school supply shopping trip and told her I would hold back on all of my over-controling mommy powers and let her pick out any backpack she wanted. As we stood there looking at the wall of backpacks screaming pink, hearts, flashing hearts, flashing hearts with Care Bears ridding My Little Ponies, I chanted to myself to accept that she wasn't going to get the preppy classic plaid backpack that I would have choose for her but most likely I was going to pay $20 for a plastic Barbie piece of garbage. She blew my mind when she fell in love with this . . .
a gold lemay backpack. It can be seen from space and looks like C3PO's newborn baby. She loves it!
This time each morning that I have to breath, to reconnect with myself has been healing. Kinda feel like a soldier just coming out of war. I made it man! I made it!!! Obviously the parenting doesn't stop but it changes. And I was really ready for change.