I haven't posted about my Syd in a while.
She is the one who can bring my blood pressure up so high that breathing can be difficult.
She just has this highly demanding, extremely dramatic and controlling personality. (oh and there is this disrespectful sass talk she thinks that is ok lately)
ANY hew.
I stress and struggle more with her than I do any of my other 4.
It really is true about the oldest. She ends up ironing out the wrinkles and helping us write the meal plan for the rest.
I read books. lots of books. and I think to myself....no wonder she's a mess. I've created it.
And then she does something completely amazing and I think....she's as perfect as perfect can be.
Jan is out of town this week. I'm starting my period.
nuff said.
Monday was family game night. I decided to play games outside and jump on the trampoline with the kids.
It was a long day and was bed time and nobody was listening and I couldn't tag team with Jan.
It went like this. "get your jammies on please"
"guys. please go get your pajama's on"
"Spencer, where's Cam ? and Please Go Get Your Pajama's On"
"CAMERON. CAM. CAM. Syd, will you please go get your jammies on"
"Nathan and Ryan. Come back here. I need to get your jammies on"
"Cam, go get your jammies on."
"Will Everyone Just Please Go Get Your Jammies On !!"
you know the drill.
so it kept going like that for 30 minutes. and then. Syd was in her jammies. and the littles were in their jammies and as I was running downstairs to find Cam and now Spencer who had disappeared, I glanced into the littles room and they were pulling apart their beds in a wrestling match. Out of sheer exhaustion all I could muster up was a complaining, "Ryan and Nathan...why did you tear apart your beds?" and I continued on downstairs.
After telling the boys again to get their pajama's on. I changed out the laundry and tucked them both in bed.
When I came BACK up stairs. I could hear the littles sound machine on. I looked in to find both boys in their beds and Sydney curled up with Ryan on his.
She made their beds and put them to sleep without being asked. because she knew I needed help.
Because she knew that it would make my ENTIRE night and bring tears to my eyes as I type this right now even.
Sunday we spent the day with friends and enjoyed the eclipse....or what should have been the eclipse (we had no eye wear) I was making my bed and picking up toys before they came and Syd came in and asked what she could do to help. After blowing off cleaning the downstairs bathroom or making her bed (which she has to do any ways) she said....can I sweep and wash the wood floors.
And guess what. She did. and Spencer really wanted to help. and guess what. she compromised and let him help her. no tears. no fighting.
Her little friends that play always put something together for us. A play. A dance. Some kind of production. They will write up invitations and have the boys help usher us to our seats. It's hilarious and awesome and I need to get it on video.
Any ways. This day we were given a card that said...."It is a new makover please! come" (cute picture) on the inside it said, "new room"
We were put in a single file line and marched downstairs to see that they had not only cleaned the basement but completely re arranged the play room. It was awesome. It really did look great.
Mother's day. She woke up at 6:30 am. She got out the craft supplies and put her brothers to work at the table in the playroom....each one making both me and Jan a mothers day card.
She went upstairs and made scrambled eggs (yes, all by herself) and pancakes. (she had Jan test the consistency and then did the rest) She even put cheese on the eggs. Made orange juice (from frozen concentrate) and then brought it in to me in bed. (J ate at the table with the kids)
ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS KID !
This little girl who spits fire is as SWEET as any one of the sweetest nicest kids I've ever met. (and I've met a lot of nice kids)
She hugs her brothers...cheers them on.....cheers them up....she engages and plays with them....teaches them....helps them in SO many ways. Shares with them.
She helps me be a better mom.
She has helped me understand that it's ok to be just enough some days. It's ok to be angry. It's ok to be sad. It's ok to lose control.
She's taught me how to forgive immediately....to move on....to let go.
She shows me that amazing is in a quiet moment on 2 soft pillows and a book on her bed. and that even at 8 years old....cuddle time with mom is a must.
I love memorizing poems and spelling words with her in the quietness of her bubble bath in the bathroom.
I love getting positive notes home from school and Syd telling me about her day.
I love it that we both enjoy watching Pollyanna, Annie, The little Princess and Savannah Smiles together.
I love you Sydney Jae. I love your complexities and your kind soft heart. I love your insecurities and also your strength and independence. You are talented and smart and a leader. You are exactly how you should be.
and you will always be my very most favorite little girl in the whole wide world.
-mom-
