Today I’ve been mulling over ideas for posts, it has been a dry couple of days.  It then dawned on me that most of you are new!  You’ve not been aware of all the humdingers that Mo’ has contributed to the Facebook world via my daily rantings on my personal page. So let’s catch you up to speed! 

1.  After an upsetting defeat on the soccer field, Mo’ was disturbingly bothered by her team’s performance.  I tried to quickly have a response to the downtrodden pout “We don’t always win.  We need to be content with how the game ended.  Furthermore, Mo’ there is no I in TEAM.“  For the first time, I felt like a responsible Mom.  How quickly the tide turns. She turned on me with a gaze that made my mommy pointing finger crinkle, “Well there is in WIN!“  Crickey Moses in Heaven, who taught mo’ to spell in her head?  That, my friends, was a game changer.

There is no I in TEAM, but there is in WIN.

2.  After Mo’s first week in kindergarten, they started learning to write legibly.  The letter for the week was “G”.  So sitting at the kitchen table, she dedicated twenty or so minutes to scribing several G’s on her wide ruled paper.  With tongue wiggling in a similar fashion to her pencil’s motions, she clarified “Mom look!  That G is almost perfect!  I should erase it.“  I ran to her side, hoping not to alarm and wanting to ease her struggle with the pursuit of perfection, “I don’t think you should erase it.  While it may not be perfect, you can learn from it by keeping it there to refer to.  Plus there is no such thing as perfect.“  Mo’ looked up from her cocked eraser, then placed its vanishing skills in motion, and retorted [snidely I might add], ”Then why did they invent the word?“  Huminah-huminah-hum… “Go ask your father,” is all that this stumped Mom could muster. 

3.  One morning, I was sitting on my bedroom floor, stretching and putting on my shoes and socks for the day.  My Marvelous Mo’ marched past my door, back-stepped to get a second view of my on-goings, shook her head and mumbled while walking away “Who does that?  Sock, Shoe, Sock, Shoe??  It is supposed to be Sock, Sock, and Shoe, Shoe. Geez!“  Anxiety entered Mom’s building.  It caused a hiccough in my routine.  I had to regroup and mentally repeat, “Stay on Target.  Do what you know.  She’s only six and still eats her boogers.“  I had to fight dirty that day, and pull my socks up all the way…

4.  When Mo’ lacked the words to express her thoughts, she made up for it with private notes.  This below picture was my first piece of Hate Mail.  I was sitting at the kitchen table, after being Mean Mommy and standing my ground.  She was denied cake for desert and didn’t like it. A piece of paper, that was crumpled into a little ball, was thrown at my back from an adjoining room.  I had been served…  

While the list, could go on and on… I’m only adding four of her personal best!  If you can think of any more that were your favourite, please feel free to post them on our Facebook page or right her in a reply to the post!