Since my last blog, I have had many ideas but just did not take the time to write...I will do my best to write more often.
Many things also happened, including my oldest's third birthday, as well a change from daycare to a preschool for her. We changed from a specific daycare to a preschool for a few reasons, but there is a specific one that I will not write about here. For those who know me, feel free to ask me privately. For those of you who don't, I'm sure you can use your logic to figure out why someone would change daycares. Anyway, it was time to go to a preschool and this need, as well as the other issue, made us look for a new place.
It is early, but these educators have already impressed me with their response and their willingness to help out both our oldest and our youngest, who is now in the infant room at the same location. It is refreshing to know some places really want the children to grow and learn. They don't push too hard but they understand how to use a child's strength in order for them to use their potential to their fullest. I also appreciate that there is a sense of discipline.
I also watched Catherine turn three and notice that this time has gone by so fast. It is so interesting that three years flew by, just like my parents told me, yet I still remember some days and some nights just going slower than molasses. Three years ago (in January, not exactly now), I felt like I would cherish every moment of her life. And I did try to do so...but I got to admit that there are days, I felt like pulling out the 4 hairs I have left on my head. Why is it that we can feel that time can go by so fast and so slow at the same time? I have yet to ask anyone this question but please give me your take.
My take? It is all relative. I never think about how quickly they grow when I feel she is regressing...and yet her vocabulary grows daily...except when she is tired...and then only a few words occur...which brings me back to the beginning...hence finding the time going so slowly. The one thing I do never forget is that we are so lucky to have two healthy girls (give or take an ear infection/cold/stomachaches) who are thriving. We were able to get pregnant three times without any invasive or complex procedures....this makes me feel lucky. I hear too any times from people I love and respect how hard it was for them and, sometimes, an impossibility to get pregnant. This makes me feel lucky and when I struggle, I like to remind myself of how truly lucky we are.
Recently, I have been struggling with teaching Catherine to speak French. I am trying to do my best to try different strategies but it is "Too hard". True, she recognizes some colors, some words and definitely understands when I speak French. Her "S'il vous plait!" melts my heart. I will also admit that her ability to speak English makes me feel good and the fact that I am alone to speak to her in French and still tries to repeat what I say at least half the time.
I really got to learn to take the small victories...but it's hard...time goes by so fast and yet stands still when she resists...
