Category: Sophia

I’ve been settling into my new job pretty well the past few weeks, and I thought I kind of had things under control: work, housework, blogging, parenting, speech therapy, big kid homework, church…I mean it hasn’t been quite as hard as I thought it would be, not that it’s been a walk in the park or anything…

I kind of thought the kids were adjusting well, too.  I mean honestly, except for Jonah’s displeasure at having to get up at the butt crack of dawn for preschool every morning, things have seemed pretty much normal.

Until.

Friday last week my parents stopped by for a few minutes, and we were discussing plans for them to watch Jonah in the morning while the big kids and I attended the Buddy Walk for Down Syndrome. Then my mom said, “Is it ok if I take Sophie to the library after you get home? She told me she was tired of her books but that her Mommy has a new job so she doesn’t have time to take her to the library.”

My jaw about hit the floor. I felt the knife pierce the outer part of my heart ever so swiftly. Ouch.

But then, honestly, I laughed. My mom’s revelation was truly a funny moment, but I was also shocked.

Had Sophie asked me to take her to the library? I thought about it for a moment, then concluded that she had. A couple times. Dangit!

My mom and I had a good chuckle as she reminded me how I used to be very forlorn the one or two times a year when she had to travel for work. And I particularly remember being peeved that her job prevented her from taking me to 5th grade skating party once upon a time. (Note: my kids have never attended a school skating party, because before I had a job, they had a little brother and there was no way in the hell that IS Skateworld that I was going to take them if I had to bring baby brother along. But I digress.)

In the end, Grandma saved the day and took my poor neglected child to the library (and Dairy Queen) and I survived my first episode of working mom guilt. I am sure it will not be the last. Hopefully none of these episodes is lethal (to me or to them. Heh.)

I think the moral of the story is, when your mom gets a job, it’s a great tool for grandparental extortion.  Just act sad about all the time she spends working (while you’re at school) and Grandma will be putty in your hands. Live and learn, kids!

This is one you guys are gonna judge me for. Go ahead, I probably deserve it. But just remember that I am trying REALLY HARD to be a good parent in all the big ways, and I hope you’ll categorize this into the “minor infractions that won’t screw the kids up forever” category.

Let me just tell you what happened.

(Also if you know Sophie and know the difficulty that she has CONTROLLING THE VOLUME OF HER VOICE when she gets excited, you might have an extra-long chuckle.)

The other night I was assisting Sophie with her shower – I still wash her masses of hair for her, mostly because I want it to actually GET CLEAN. But anyway. As she was washing herself, she mentioned the parts she was washing, and I said to myself, in the condescending voice-inside-my-brain way, “Holy crap, I don’t think Sophie knows the proper names for her private parts, and that is totally my fault.” So, I said out loud to Sophie in my I’m-your-mother-and-I’m-gonna-tell-you-something-new-voice, “Sophie do you know what the real name of your pee-pee is? What it’s really called?”

“No. What?” she said innocently.

“It’s called a vag*na.” I said matter-of-factly.

“A Va-JIE-NUH????” she YELLED AS LOUD AS SHE COULD, I guess from shock, because, well, it is kind of a weird word.

“Yes, I said, “that’s a funny word, isn’t it? But that’s what it’s called.”

Then I decided I might as well go one step further, I mean, it was either that or wait another seven years, so…

“And do you know what a boy’s private parts are called?”

“No. What?!” (She was definitely excited to hear if this new word would be as ridiculous as Va-JIE-NUH.)

“It’s called a pen*s.”

“A PEE-NISS?” (Followed by hysterical laughter.)

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE PEANUTS!”

“Yes, well, yes, it does.” (Trying to control my own laughter.)

Then I explained to her that I didn’t want her to tell all her friends on the playground tomorrow about this new and exciting information and that we should just talk about this at home.

She told me she understood, and was quiet for a moment. But as I was wrapping a big, fluffy bath towel around her wet shoulders, she started giggling uncontrollably again.

“PEE-NIS!!!” she said. “It’s CRACKING ME UP!”

“It is a pretty funny word.” I acknowledged.

I can’t wait for our next game of Mad Libs! I am sure it will be bloggable.

You may start writing the text for my Mother of the Year Award speech below.

A couple of years ago, in the throes of her developmental delays, my Sophie had very weak hands. I was shocked when at an evaluation her hand strength was shown to be extremely poor – shocked both because I didn’t realize it and because it was so bad. So, a month before she turned four, we began working very hard on her hand strength. She went to occupational therapy, and we also worked hard at home. I taught her to cut, we played with play-doh and therapy putty, used clothespins to pick things up, and many other “games” to help get her hands strong.  One of those games was a basic LEGO® set. Sophie loved them, but her hands were so weak that even putting two bricks together was a struggle.  But bit by bit, she was able to do more and more before her hands tired out, and finally was able to make huge towers with her LEGOs. Months and months of hard work and determination on both of our parts paid off and by the time she was five, Sophie was caught up in every way. And now, she doesn’t remember a time when she couldn’t do it all. The girl goes after everything she wants to do and she does it well. But I remember those months of struggle, and I’ll never forget.

That’s part of the reason that I was so happy when Sophie showed a  huge interest in the LEGO® Friends line of building toys when they first came out. Because for a long time, simply putting to LEGO® bricks together would have been an impossible task for Sophie. Yet, because I know building toys are a great way to combine creativity with reasoning during play, I was always hoping that she would be able to be a LEGO® girl one day. And as soon as she got a small set of LEGO® Friends as a birthday gift her 6th year, she was hooked. She loved the characters, she loved building and pretending with them. She loved inviting Joshua’s LEGO® Star Wars guys over to dine with Mia and Andrea at the LEGO® Friends Heartlake City Cafe. This mama was very, very happy. I was additionally happy when she wanted to follow the LEGO® Friends characters in their chapter book series – we have them all and she loves to read them again and again. The characters are all distinct, strong girls who pursue their own passions and help each other out along the way, and I love that Sophie loves them and learns from their stories.

Last weekend Sophie and I sat down to build her latest LEGO® Friends acquisition, the Heartlake News Van, together. Watching Sophie build is so much fun because when she sits down with a pile of bricks she experiences and exudes real joy in the building process and is so proud of and confident in her creations. She is also so, so determined to do everything right – she is definitely a girl who likes to build her sets by the instruction book the first time around, and then get creative with them after.

When Sophie and I were building her set together, I found myself obsessed with watching her hands – those hands that used to barely be able to open and close scissors – because they are so strong now, and capable of so many amazing things.

Another thing I observed about Sophie while we were working together was her commitment to getting the job done – we worked on this for over two hours with only a quick break for lunch – this girl was in it to win it and she wasn’t going to stop til we were finished!

I loved watching Sophie’s confidence level rise with each completed page of the instruction book – she was practically glowing when we finished the first bag of pieces! She was absolutely beaming when we transformed this:

Into this:

And she couldn’t wait to get her creative juices flowing and make up more stories for Emma to report on with her newsvan and trusty cameraman sidekick, Andrew, as well as invite some of the other LEGO® Friends girls along for the ride.

Sophie is my strong, confident, creative girl – and her determination to WIN at life has amazed me a million times over. A determined girl like Sophie is such a good match for LEGO® Friends because they support other awesome initiatives for girls like Girls on the Run®, a fantastic physical activity-based positive youth development program to inspire girls everywhere to achieve their limitless potential – Emily has volunteered with GOTR in the past and I’ve financially supported friends who fund raise for them because even though I’m not a runner, I believe in programs like this that instill confidence, strength, and goal-setting in our girls.

I’m so glad I’ve been able to build with Sophie over the past year and bond with her over the girls of Heartlake City. A toy that flexes my girl’s hand muscles as well as her creative muscles and confidence? Well, I couldn’t ask for more than that. I sure am glad she likes it when I play along, too!

I was selected for this opportunity as a member of Clever Girls Collective and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own.