Two weeks ago, my 6 year old and I went to his "one day school" for parents and entering first graders. He went off to learn about school life from the 5th graders, while I was lucky enough to sit in a room of moms and listen to all the things we need to do before April 9th.
The principal greeted us and told us the most important thing to embrace before our kids start school is, "Complete Sleep, Complete Food, Complete Bowel Movement." Yes, once again the Japanese obsession with poo is evident.
I smiled my little WTF smile to myself and listened to a different teacher drone on about common sense things like not letting your child ride his bicycle by himself in 1st grade. It's okay for 3rd graders, just not 1st graders.
I listened as the health teacher told us of all the bags we will need for our child. A bag for info from the school, a bag for his lunch mat and toothbrush, a bag to hold those bags, a bag to hold PE clothes, a bag to hold library books, a bag to put his drinking cup in, a bag for his indoor shoes. Did I mention that most of these are handmade to a specific size? Grrrrrrr....
And then, the health teacher said to get our children accustomed to a "good morning poo." All I could think of was the children's book Goodnight Moon. I'm guessing that I need to write the sequel, Good Morning Poo.
That will be my next blog.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I am worthy now.
I follow the blog Ordinary Courage and this week Brene is blogging about worthiness.
She says, "Worthy NOW! Not when. Not if. We are worthy of love and belonging NOW. Right this minute. As is."
I am worthy, now. I do not need to wait until my house is clutter free. I do not need to wait until my screenplay gets bought.
And actually, I am worthy, now. I've come a long way in accepting myself in the last two years. I am becoming an anti-perfectionist. I've accepted that I can do things imperfectly, incompletely, and insanely and that's okay.
Would I like to write more often? Yes, but I accept that I am writing the amount that I want to write at this point in my life.
Would I like to have a picked up house and no Legos underneath my feet? Yes, but I accept that I'm working on it and I am making progress. I am no less worthy because there is a cabbage rotting in my vegetable drawer. (Though it might be a good idea to dispose of that before it liquefies.)
I will end this imperfect blog here and go to bed, since tomorrow is field trip day and that means bentos made at the crack of dawn.
She says, "Worthy NOW! Not when. Not if. We are worthy of love and belonging NOW. Right this minute. As is."
I am worthy, now. I do not need to wait until my house is clutter free. I do not need to wait until my screenplay gets bought.
And actually, I am worthy, now. I've come a long way in accepting myself in the last two years. I am becoming an anti-perfectionist. I've accepted that I can do things imperfectly, incompletely, and insanely and that's okay.
Would I like to write more often? Yes, but I accept that I am writing the amount that I want to write at this point in my life.
Would I like to have a picked up house and no Legos underneath my feet? Yes, but I accept that I'm working on it and I am making progress. I am no less worthy because there is a cabbage rotting in my vegetable drawer. (Though it might be a good idea to dispose of that before it liquefies.)
I will end this imperfect blog here and go to bed, since tomorrow is field trip day and that means bentos made at the crack of dawn.
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