I know you are. Keep reading to hear about Avi's latest exploits.
Meet Avi, aka Princess County. She is a three year old bundle of hyperactive energy. Oops, hyperactive isn't very PC these days, is it? Okay, she's a three year old bundle of high energy and determination. Is that better?
It can really be hard to know how much to share on a blog like this. This blog is first and foremost a place to record the daily happenings in our family. A good thing. And yet, it's not a "journal". I periodically get this blog printed in book form, so my children can enjoy it, and we'll have it in years to come. Therefore, I am not sharing things like specific struggles with my children, or the other things I might record in something more private. And yet, I try to keep it real for you out there, reading this. I certainly don't want to come off as " the perfect, large, homeschooling" family. We are far from that. And yet, I have a large number of readers, most of whom are strangers, and I want to encourage other mothers out there...and yet, my children deserve their privacy too. Especially my adopted children.
Each adopted child has a story about how they came to be in our family, and as far as Mordecai and Avi are concerned, they're not even old enough to know their story, much less decide how much they want to share with others. Because of that, I don't write much on my blog about their "special needs". But suffice it to say, they were both "special needs" adoptions for a reason.
Tuesday was our regular MOPs day. Things were going well. The speaker topic was, Shattering the Myth of the Perfect Mother. After the speaker was finished, we sat in our discussion groups, talking about various aspects of the topic. Among those, pressures we feel from others in our mothering, and how our children's behavior reflects on us. And just as we were discussing that, I got word that I needed to come get Avi. She was being kicked out of childcare. She had "lost her gym privileges" and was currently in a stand off with a grown man who was working in her class. Yes my friends, my three year old got kicked out of her MOPs class. The details aren't important. She was acting horrendously, and needed to be removed. This was definitely a first for me. That pretty much shattered any residual feelings I had about my superior parenting skills.
So there you have it. Concrete proof that we are not the perfect parents.