I'm also trying to make sure he's signed up for the right soccer camps but not too many because I don't want to overdo it. I'm still pretty sure we're over-doing it. And every preschool mom I know is debating kindergartens right now, figuring out where our children have been waitlisted or accepted, attending "meet-the-teachers events," waiting to be interviewed (yes, interviewed), determining which environment will be the best fit for our kiddos, and wondering WHEN THE HECK KINDERGARTEN GOT MORE COMPLICATED THAN CHOOSING A COLLEGE.
In the midst of this beautifully normal life, I've been scheduling doctor's visits -- scans next month, the follow-up with my oncologist, and another for me with my dermatologist last week for something on my elbow, the biopsy of which came back as "needing treatment," although not cancerous. It turns out it probably just needs some steroid cream, but I'll have a follow-up in 3-4 weeks to be sure.
Because more doctors were what was missing from my life.
So I'm worrying (just a little) about my elbow, which I should have more info about at the end of this week, wondering whether our puppy is getting enough exercise, trying to teach Quinn about eating the RAINBOW, and occasionally it hits me how lucky I am to be able to worry about things that are not cancer. (Side note: the rainbow thing is legitimately working. He tried red bell peppers, purple sweet potatoes, cauliflower tots, and ants on a celery log and only balked at the red pepper.)
"I LOVE sweet potatoes!" even came out of my son's almost-5-year-old mouth. Parenting for the win.
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"I LOVE sweet potatoes!" even came out of my son's almost-5-year-old mouth. Parenting for the win.
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Last week, I finished reading Room, about a 19-year-old woman who is abducted and locked in a room. (The film has been nominated for a few Academy Awards). The woman is repeatedly raped by her abductor, gets pregnant, and has a little boy, who is five years old as he narrates the story. This room and his mom (and the occasional visit from their captor) are all of the world he's ever known. It is a story about how they manage, and eventually how they escape. But more than that, it is about the love between a mom and her son and how that carries them through, how it saves them both.
This book hit my emotions like a ton of bricks, and I can't recommend it enough if you have a five-year-old (or nearly there) in your life. They're pretty special people, and I'm pretty sure their love could save the world. So maybe there will be homemade light sabers at Quinn's party after all.
This book hit my emotions like a ton of bricks, and I can't recommend it enough if you have a five-year-old (or nearly there) in your life. They're pretty special people, and I'm pretty sure their love could save the world. So maybe there will be homemade light sabers at Quinn's party after all.