Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Dear Gwen: Month 100

Dear Gwen,

Today, you are one hundred months old.



We have had a really excellent summer together. I tell you, there is nothing to make one appreciate summer like spending one entire summer moving house, like we did last year. By comparison, this summer seems absolutely heavenly!

 Due to the vagaries of office scheduling, Dad and I ended up taking two chunks of time off work this summer, instead of one larger chunk. Then, as our summer plans came together, this turned into three separate holiday-adventures. This worked out really well and allowed us to do lots of different things together (none of which involved moving, so they were all wonderful!).

 First, we traveled to Powell River for your grandparents' second annual barbecue gathering. This is a party they've started hosting since moving to their new house about 18 months ago, and they sure enjoy doing it. This year, we were able to get to PR two days before the party, so we could help get ready for it, and also spend time visiting and hanging out. Notably, my cousin Lee and her two girls, as well as my uncle and aunt, arrived the day before the party; your cousins Andrew and Scotty, and Auntie Sara, arrived that day as well. We all went to the beach at Mowat Bay for some relaxing/swimming/exploring/visiting time; later, we all went out to dinner and then for ice cream at the mini-golf course, which is widely believed to have the best ice cream in town.



The barbecue itself was hectic and fun. You played with your cousins throughout - I barely saw you. It's pretty great that you kids are all of an age to just play together without drama and without adult intervention. Grandpa and some of his musician friends played some music, which I enjoyed listening to, and I visited with many people both familiar and new. Your grandparents Keith and Karen even made the trip over on the ferry to enjoy the barbecue party!



The next day, we got up very early in an attempt to, if not "beat" the holiday rush, at least stay competitive with it as we battled for position in the ferry lineups on the next leg of our journey, to the Lower Mainland. We were all prepared for a long day, but it didn't end up to be as awful as we'd feared; yes, there was a one-sailing wait at Langdale, but the next sailing was only an hour later. Hooray to BC Ferries for effective planning! We made our way from Horseshoe Bay to Burnaby, where we stopped at Lougheed Mall for a quick play on their excellent indoor playground and Dad did some shopping. Then it was on to our friends Shawn and Nicole's home, where we visited with them and enjoyed a delicious dinner. You also enjoyed a swim in their complex's outdoor pool, and spent a lot of time colouring in a borrowed colouring book. At last, we drove to Coquitlam where my cousin Mike, wife Robyn, and daughters Kiera and Hannah welcomed us and put us up in their spare room for two days. If you're keeping track, you'll notice that by this point in our holiday, we've now visited with all your BC extended family members, which is pretty cool!!



Our next adventure was Flying over Canada, which we all really enjoyed. I wasn't totally sure how you would fare with the immersive movie experience, but it went really well and I saw no sign that you felt unsafe or anxious about it. Yay! Next, we met our friends Sally and Rachel at Science World for a few hours. You and Rachel always get along quite well, which is amazing given the difference in your ages. I appreciated that the two of you had totally different ways of "taking in" the exhibits, and this sometimes led to frustration, but overall it went well and the adults got a chance to visit as we followed you around.


The next day, we went to Playland. Unlike our trip there last year, in 30-degree head, this was perfect Playland weather: overcast, gray, almost hinting at rain (but never actually raining). I was grateful to not have to worry about sunscreen, sunstroke, hydration, and so on. Furthermore, the lineups were minimal! At most, we waited one ride cycle before getting on any ride. When we arrived at the park, we discovered that you have grown out of the "junior" playpass and are now 52" tall - tall enough for pretty much any ride. We encouraged you to try some of the "grownup" rides with us, like the Music Express, the Scrambler, and Breakdance. You enjoyed some of these (not the Scrambler). Moreover, for those rides you didn't want to try, we were able to trust you to sit on a nearby bench with your book for a few minutes while Dad and I rode. This was wonderful, as it meant Dad and I got to have a fun day and get our money's worth too. I don't know if we would have felt as safe doing this if the park were more crowded and the lineups longer (meaning we were away from you for a longer period), so I feel lucky that it worked out this way.



That was the end of Vacation Adventure #1! We caught the ferry home that night, and actually went to work the next day (you spent the day with a friend.That night, and the next day, was our very short window to prep for the next round of Vacation Adventure - camping! You've been requesting for some time that we add camping to our summer fun repertoire, but I had one condition: I did not want to sleep on the ground. I explored a few options before finding a campsite in Qualicum Beach that would rent us a "wooden tent": a small cabin with a double-size bunk bed. The price was only slightly more than it would cost for us to rent a campsite and pitch a tent, so it was easy to say yes. The cabin also came with a mini-fridge, a microwave, a table, and some shelves for food - highly civilized, and perhaps somewhat out of the realm of what could reasonably be called "camping". However, we still had to leave our cabin to go use the bathroom or brush our teeth, so that's camping to me! After loading up the car to the absolute limit, the three of us piled in and drove to Qualicum Beach, which turned out to be a longer drive than I thought. We quickly settled into the cabin and set out to explore the site. There is a large, man-made lake for swimming; a playground; a games room; a TV room where movies are shown every second night; a waterslide; a horse corral, whose occupants give rides for a fee on the weekends; a laundry room; and a dishwashing station with running water (no need to haul and heat your own water!!). Across the street, if one cares to venture, is the beach - nearby is a grocery store, ice cream shop, and restaurant for when camp food becomes boring. All in all, we thought, a pretty great setup! We'd only booked for two nights this time, thinking we would test it all out and perhaps book for a longer stay in the future; given the nearby amenities and conveniences, I think we could easily camp there for five nights.



We enjoyed our weekend there, with lots of sitting, relaxing, and reading. The weather was still quite overcast, so swimming was not high on the list, but you did go in for a brief swim the afternoon before we left the site. You also got to enjoy the typical camp kid experience of meeting a friend and running free with her for most of the day, checking in with us every once in a while so that we knew when you changed locations (games room, playground, her campsite, etc.). This kind of freedom is new for all of us, but for myself I found it less nerve-wracking than I thought. It's exciting to think of the way you are growing in responsibility and trustworthiness.



One hilarious dialogue took place in the evening when I informed you that you were to accompany me to the dishwashing station to wash up our dishes from the day. We gathered the dishes, the soap, the cloths and towels, and set out for the clubhouse. "So," you said, "Where are the dishwashers?" Oh, sweet child of convenient living! I smiled and told you, "We ARE the dishwashers!" I told you about how the last time we went camping (when you were three), we had to heat the water in our tiny pot on our tiny stove, over and over and over again until our tiny sink was full, and then wash the dishes with crappy soap that never actually sudsed up or cleaned anything, and it took hours. "At this campsite, they have a SINK! With running water! So we're getting off pretty easy!" It didn't take long for us to get the dishes done, and you were good-natured and helpful, so even that was fun.


We had a week of work for us and summer camp for you before our final Vacation Adventure, the stay-cation. Although I loved our mainland visits and fun, and our camping trip, this might be my favourite of the three adventures. We started with a list of the various summer things we hadn't yet gotten to do - such as viewing the Parksville sandsculpting competition, setting up a lemonade stand, and having a friend over for a sleepover - as well as some of the house projects I'd been wanting to get done, that never seem to happen in our regular busy routine of life - such as cleaning out the garage and weeding the yard. With five days off work, we divided the various items into groups that made sense, with each day containing a bit of fun and a bit of work. There were very few scheduled commitments on those days, which made it even more wonderfully relaxed. We did a lot of different things, including celebrating Dad's 41st birthday.
 


There was also the obligatory trip to the library, wherein you got a medal for completing your book log. We didn't tell them that in fact, you'd completed your whole book log in less than a month. The librarian tried to give you another log "so that you keep reading", but in fact I'm well aware that you will keep reading without any need for a log. I'm really happy with the fact that the log kept you WRITING throughout the summer, though. And to that end, we happened to see a really cool item in the grocery store recently that you insisted on buying, and which I hope you actually end up using: a book journal. Each page has a detachable bookmark - which is a HUGE benefit because you NEVER seem to have a bookmark on hand - and a list of prompts to fill in information about the book you're reading: date started, date finished, title, author, plot, favourite character, etc. What a great way to get kids (especially kids like you who are already reading voraciously) to give a little bit more thought and reflection to what they are reading!


AND, we went to the orthodontist. Somehow, you have grown up without any fear of the dentist, and when on your last visit Dr. Sandy recommended you see an orthodontist for your crowded teeth, you simply decided not to be afraid of that, either. As a grownup, I know that orthodontists mean tooth-pulling, braces, pain, blood, and social ostracism, but as far as you are concerned, orthodontists are just like dentists, only with super-powers. And apparently, braces and retainers are COOL and socially desirable among kids and teens these days. If you'd told me that twenty-five years ago when I had them, I would probably laugh at you. And then cry, because laughing makes your teeth hurt when you have braces. (I am hopeful that orthodontistry has improved in the last twenty-five years.) Anyway, we went to the orthodontist and we were both suitably impressed, for different reasons. I liked how the office was set up to be very kid- and teen-friendly, and that the staff were enormously respectful of you and spoke to your level (not dumbing things down, but in a way that was engaging for you). You liked that it was fun and there were video games in the waiting room. As I expected, he recommended some extractions to take place in the short term, and confirmed that you will absolutely need braces by age 12. We will be scheduling the extractions at your regular dentist office soon (which may be the end of your positive attitude towards dentistry), and checking back in with the ortho in a year.



The next few weeks will see a few more outings as we try to squeeze every last bit of fun out of the summer, and then the start of Grade Three, as well as the startup of your fall extracurricular activities - piano and musical theatre. I am feeling confident that this September will be smoother and easier than last year, and that life is going to keep getting better as the months go by. I love you, my Gwen!


Love,
Mom

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Dear Gwen Month Ninety-Nine



Dear Gwen,

Today you are ninety-nine months old.


Summer is in full swing and we have had a lot of adventures, with more on the way. You kicked off your summer vacation with your Gramma Karen and Grandpa Keith, who picked you up on the last day of school and took you for a sleepover and a day of fun in Nanoose and Parksville, including a game of mini-golf where you got a hole in one! As always with your grandparents, you had a great time. The day after that was Canada Day, for which we drove down to Chemainus and took in the festivities there. The weather wasn’t great, but you had a wonderful time: you got your face painted and then had a caricature drawn of you, rode a pony and danced onstage with a terrific band. 
 

Most of your summer will be spent at the Girls Get Active summer camp, which is a good fit for you. When they say “active”, they mean it! A typical day might include field games, a craft, and an out-trip of some kind. They keep all the kids very busy with a wide range of activities, and you come home tired and ready to relax for the rest of the evening. (Yesterday, you came home and read for a straight hour while you waited for dinner to be ready, even turning down an invitation from a friend to meet at the playground because “I’ve had enough of outside for today”.) I’ve also noticed that you are eating a lot more, at least during the day while you’re at camp. I usually pack just four items in your school lunch, but in your camp lunch you will happily eat six or eight! I’m not sure if this is purely because you’re using so much more energy, or if the fact that you have more than fifteen minutes to eat has something to do with it – but either way, I’m glad you’re getting those calories in.

  

Your end-of-year report card was terrific, which is no surprise. One example is that you started the year with a “2” (Approaching Expectations – they used to call it Needs Improvement in my day) in “Works and plays cooperatively with others”. You ended the year with a “4” (Exceeding Expectations). That’s huge progress! You also got 4s in Reading (duh), Oral Language, Mathematics, Self-Confidence, and Independent Work. That’s amazing! I think you tend to believe that your ADHD brain holds you back a lot more than it actually does. We had a great time looking through your “Special Work” folder for the year, seeing all the awesome examples of your work. Your diagram of “How to Have a Good Day at School” was especially great, and it amused me enormously to see “Read other books by Gwen B!” on the back of a story you’d written.

Left: If You Give an Octopus Some Oatmeal, by Gwen.
Right: Read more books by Gwen B.! If You Give a Meerkat Some Milk
If You Give a Butterfly a Burger
It’s wonderful to see that you are more willing to write than you have been in the past. You’ve always had loads of wonderful ideas and stories to share, but were frustrated by the process of writing them down. I don’t know what’s caused the shift, but I’m happy about it! You are participating in the library’s summer reading club, as usual, and in addition this year I have put YOU in charge of writing down the books you read in your book log. No one else needs to read the log, so it’s entirely appropriate to be self-monitored; and you read more than one book a day, so you never lack for something to write down, and have no temptation to “cheat”. (In fact I doubt that idea would even occur to you.) For the past two weeks, you and I have made a Sunday afternoon trip to the library to load up with books and stamp your book log – your reading continues to be an enormous part of your life, and we are finally at the point where you choose to read chapter books more often than storybooks. Most joyously of all, you and I have started reading the Chronicles of Narnia as our bedtime story. We just finished the first in the series, The Magician’s Nephew, which ends with a number of elements that link to the most famous one in the series, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. You have seen the movie of that second book, and even read at least part of it in school last year; it was AMAZING to watch your realizations about how the stories link, and are all part of a bigger story, as we finished the Magician’s Nephew. I’m so excited to continue reading these books with you!  



For the second year in a row, you got to participate in Grandkids University, this time with my mom, your Grannie Maureen. The two of you signed up for “Creating, Baking, and Tasting …. Oh My!”, otherwise known as “Baking”, for your major. You made blueberry-cranberry-lemon loaf, almond crescent cookies that I was COMPLETELY unable to stop eating, burger buns on which you got to eat burgers for lunch on the second day, and a lemon meringue pie. You also got to participate in the fun afternoon activities, such as getting your hair coloured by the Hairdressing students, playing in the gym with the other kids, and eating pizza and chips. It was a very successful and fun two days - Grandkids U is such a cool, unique program, and I’m pretty proud of our institution for putting it on every year!


One of the fun summer activities I had planned for us turned into a flop. We were all looking forward to the big-screen outdoor movie event put on every summer by Coastal Community Credit Union. We’ve gone to one of these every year, seeing The Croods, Rio, Big Hero Six, The Lego Movie … this year, they were showing The Jungle Book in Nanaimo, which I thought would be too scary for you, so we decided to drive to Duncan to see Zootopia. Well, who could have predicted that we would have to quickly exit the park, in the pitch-black, picking our way through the “rows” of lawn chairs and air mattresses, about half an hour before the movie’s end, because you were too terrified to watch any more? I guess now that we’ve had to leave big-screen Disney movies more than once, we are going to have to start pre-screening them for you. Your dad is quick to point out that the environment – the enormous screen, the outdoor park, the being surrounded by strangers – may have added more fear to a sequence about jungle animals going “savage” and attacking other animals than you may have experienced if we’d watched it at home. This makes sense, but I will never be able to wrap my mind around the fact that you would happily watch 9 and The Nightmare Before Christmas on a daily basis, while other films and TV shows that seem totally innocuous cause you to freak right the heck out. I’m reminded of that one episode of Arthur the Aardvark, and that other episode of Peg + Cat, as well as the most recent outing to Zootopia.


One more thing I must write about before ending this newsletter – a couple of weekends ago, we went as a family to a barbecue hosted at a friend’s house for the entire department of Dad’s coworkers. You know a few of them, because they are our friends – Johnny and Tami, Eric and Arwen – but mostly they are all strangers. And most importantly, there are a lot of them, and they are all adults, and because of the weather everyone was hanging out inside instead of out in the yard, so it was an intense and crowded situation for anyone, not just a kid. I figured we would stay for an hour, then you and I would go home, letting Dad stick around to hang out with his colleagues as long as he liked. Well, you surprised us. We brought along one of your favourite activities, the sketchbook and stencil set where you get to design clothes, hairstyles, and makeup for the figures already drawn on the pages. You quite happily sat at the table in the middle of this loud, enormous crowd, and entertained yourself with it for nearly two hours. Not only that – after dinner, when dessert was served, you were quite confident to work your way through the crowd and fetch your own dessert, turning down my offer of help. We ended up staying at the party for nearly three hours in total: you tried new foods, interacted appropriately with those around you, and seemed happy and content to be there. We have NEVER seen you display that kind of comfort and confidence in that environment before – it was amazing!


Well, that’s it for this month, my Gwen. As always, I love you a million, billion, kajillion, and EIGHT, and I’m looking forward to the rest of our summer adventures together!

Love,
Mom

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Dear Gwen: Month Ninety-Eight



Dear Gwen,
Today you are ninety-eight months old.

This is a really fun time of year. The level of activity ramps up, with lots of year-end performances/events/recitals/outings/etc., but at the same time the extra-curricular stuff is winding down and dropping off our calendars, one by one. It’s a great feeling. As I write this, both your gymnastics and piano lessons are done for the summer, and you have only a few days left of school and of after-school fun with your babysitter.

I made some lovely thank you cards for your teachers this year, and when it was time to fill them in you decided that “every good card needs a poem on the inside”, so we quickly made one up. I wrote it out on a scrap piece of paper, along with the teachers’ names, and left you to copy the text and fill in all five cards. To my surprise and pleasure, you actually did this, and did an awesome job too! Here’s a photo of one of them.

Your year-end events for piano and gymnastics both went well. At your piano recital, you very proudly played the Star Wars theme. At the gymnastics fun meet, you struggled a bit: you forgot your floor routine partway through, but you followed the old stage advice “the show must go on” and just made up some moves until the routine was finished. I thought this was a good idea! You were disappointed with yourself, though, and a little frustrated. The meet also gave Dad and me an opportunity to observe you in an environment of other kids – not always a pleasant experience. The coaches had asked everyone to show up 15 minutes early, which we did. All athletes (that’s you) were asked to sit in lines on the gym floor mats while we waited for the meet to begin. This did not work too well for you, and Dad and I had a perfect view of the 20+ kids who were sitting (mostly) calmly and still, and you bouncing around from one place to another: greeting a coach with a hug, chatting with another gymnast, playing with the gym props, lying on your stomach and kicking your legs, and so on, and so on, and so on … It’s not always fun to be reminded of the differences between you and other kids. We really enjoyed watching your routines during the meet itself – floor, bars, beam, and vault – but the most awful and painfully embarrassing moment came at the very end of the meet. The head coach was announcing each athlete’s name so they would come to the large podium, receive a medal, and then pose for a photograph before receiving a certificate and returning to the floor. The coach was doing an especially good job of picking out each athlete’s parents in the audience, directing the kids to pose and smile on the podium long enough for them to get a good photo. Finally, it was your turn, and I had the camera ready. You got up on the podium, then instead of accepting your medal, turned to pick a fight with the coach about the pronunciation of your last name. The pattern of the awards routine was disrupted; there was no lengthy pose for you to get your photo taken. I was so frustrated, disappointed, and yes, embarrassed. Making the whole situation worse? THE HEAD COACH HADN’T EVEN ANNOUNCED YOUR LAST NAME WHEN SHE CALLED YOU. She didn’t announce anyone’s last name – it was a small enough group that she didn’t need to. But you needed to pick a fight about it anyway, because last year when she called you, she’d said your name wrong. And if it happens one way one time, it better happen that way every time, or YOU WILL PICK AT IT.

We went to another year-end event, the Family Barbecue hosted by the Nanaimo Theatre Group. I am actually part of the committee that runs social events like this, and I was one of the main organizers of the barbecue, so … yeah, we kinda had to be there – despite the rain. The barbecue turned out pretty well, actually – we had about thirty people in attendance, including a good group of kids, and you had a lot of fun playing with Graham and Genevieve.

We went to a check-in visit with your counsellor earlier this week. She has a large and wonderfully well-trained dog, Jake, who is often part of your sessions together, and this visit was no exception. At the end of your time together, you got to feed Jake a banana while we watched. You broke the banana into chunks and made Jake do different things in order to get each one. I was very impressed with the way you used your voice and actions to control Jake, a large and strong dog. Your usual fidgety, distracted nature was not in evidence, and you needed no assistance from the adults around you to make Jake follow your commands. It was really impressive to see, and it made me look forward to the time when we get our own dog.



Love,
Mama

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Dear Gwen: Month Ninety-Seven



Dear Gwen,
Today you are ninety-seven months old.

What the junk!?
As usual, it’s been a full and busy month. A few weeks ago, you participated in your first cosplay contest, dressing up as Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Your dad worked incredibly hard on your costume, though sad to say you were less grateful than you should have been for his efforts. Nevertheless, you were patient and devoted enough to do a LOT of waiting around on the day of the contest, and the efforts paid off as you took second place in your age category. Impressive … most impressive! 

 

The Star Wars obsession continues with your piano practice. In late April, you taught yourself how to play the first part of the Star Wars main theme, and your piano teacher supported you by writing out the music for the next section (in the same key you’d already chosen) and encouraging you to play the piece in your upcoming recital. At any time of day, we just might hear the Star Wars theme grandly echoing through our house as you practice and prepare.
 
A little bit late this year, but we did get our usual annual family photo shoot done, this time at the decorative gardens of VIU. I love the bright colours of the photos, and I am awed again by how grown-up you’re getting. This was especially obvious when I took last year’s photos out of the frames and put them in our photo album next to your six-year-old pictures … what an enormous change in the past two years!
 
Late April saw us attending your school in the evening for the Spring Concert. We were looking forward to your performance, of course, but didn’t have high hopes for an evening of stellar entertainment. Boy, were we wrong! Your amazing music teacher, Mr. Derksen – the same man who played “Space Oddity” for your class on the day of David Bowie’s death – had arranged a full program of classic rock songs, all with LIVE ACCOMPANIMENT. Not only that, but these songs were not presented in the usual “group of kids stand in three rows and sing” format – no, these songs were PERFORMED. From the young man who played an enthusiastic air guitar to “Johnny B. Goode” to the class, who performed highly amusing and entertaining interpretive actions to the Beatles’ “Help”, every group’s song featured fun and enjoyable performances. I can’t miss writing about the class who performed “Space Oddity” itself, with a cardboard rocket ship that “blasted off” thanks to a pulley system, while several students cavorted around with bright yellow stars. Your class performed “Three Little Birds”, a reggae song – and I put aside my hatred of reggae for one night to enjoy and applaud you all. Mr. Derksen had noticed your efforts in learning and performing the actions, and put you on Stage Left at the edge of the class to encourage everyone else to follow along. You also started doing an echo, of your own volition, which Mr. D. liked and told you to keep up. On the night of the concert, another girl started echoing along with you, which did NOT amuse you!

I happened to mention at the dinner table one night that I had bought tickets to attend “Musical of Musicals: The Musical” in Ladysmith with a friend the following week. Thoughtfully, you told me, “That sounds like a really good title. And I like musicals. Can I come?” Well, who could say no to that? After double-checking with some of the cast and crew members that I knew that the content was suitable (ish) for kids, I bought another ticket, and off we went for a night of musical fun. The musical (of musicals, the musical) is a pretty funny show. Presented in five scenes, each scene is written as a parody of (and homage to) a different composer or team: Rodgers and Hammerstein, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Stephen Sondheim, Jerry Herman, and Kander and Ebb. The show is packed with in-jokes and references to the shows written by these composers, so a knowledge of these musicals definitely adds to the fun – and I’m happy to say that you were familiar enough with various musicals to be able to catch a lot of the jokes. You had brought along a notebook to write down questions in case you were confused, but I don’t think you wrote down any questions – just “Corn – silly guy!” about the opening scene (an accurate observation) and then settled in to enjoy the show. The final scene, set in a “Cabaret” in “Chicago” featured the usual scantily-clad girls, one of whom is advised to sell her body in order to pay the rent – which led to a conversation a few days later when you asked me, “How can someone sell their body? That’s just made up, right Mom?” After the show was over, some of the cast and crew (friends of mine) came over to say hello, and Nikita, the stage manager, gave you a tour of the booth and the backstage. You soon came onto the stage proper, happily cavorting around and leading my theatre friends to comment (as if I didn’t already know) that I had very effectively passed on the gene for performance to you.
 
Speaking of which – I’m in the process of signing you up for your first ever musical theatre class with Headliners Studio! Hopefully, instead of gymnastics, this fall you will be going to rehearsals every week, learning and practicing and then, before Christmas, performing a full-length musical with your troupe at a local theatre. After sending in your registration form, you were full of questions. “Which part will I get to play? Will there be two acts? Will I be in both acts? What if I just have to do props, like Mom, and not get to talk and sing?” Of course, most of these questions can’t be answered until your director makes these decisions, but you did ask one question I absolutely knew the answer to: “Mom, will you come and see the play?” “OF COURSE I WILL! I will be right there in the front row, cheering and hooting.” To which you primly said, “Mom, that’s not being a good audience. There’s no cheering at a play.” We agreed that it was okay for me to cheer at intermission and at the end of the play. Whew.
 
You told me a charming story on the weekend about an experience you had at school last week. A substitute teacher was filling in, and didn’t know everyone’s names quite yet, so somehow made the error of putting you on the boys’ team when she divided people up for a game. You were thrilled, and proved to be the secret weapon, as the game involved each team making up trivia questions for the other. The girls’ team would ask things like, “What colour are Princess Elsa’s eyes?” and who on the boys’ team would know the answer? Well, you, of course. Then you would help the boys’ team come up with questions like, “Who is C-3PO’s friend?” to which no-one on the girls’ team had any response. “I liked being on the boys’ team, Mom, because I’m kind of a boyish girl.” “Well, maybe you’re just a kid who knows that you can like all kinds of different things, instead of a kid who thinks that some things are for boys and some things are for girls.” “Hmm. Yeah. That’s what I am.”
 
You’ve been invited to a friend’s birthday party next weekend, and for once in our lives we actually had time for you to sit down and make a card for her. You’d think with all the craft supplies I have on hand, this would happen more often, but somehow we are always too rushed. Anyway, the card you made was quite amazing. You put a LOT of work into it – I think it must have been about a half an hour, all told. I have to admit, too, that I really enjoyed helping you out with a technique or two to bring your idea to life. Your new and improved attention span is REALLY cool! Later that same night, I had a group of women over for a cardmaking class, and I showed them all your card – they all agreed that it was a wonderful card. When I reported this to you the next day, you humbly offered to teach them all how to make it. What a generous soul you have!
You were marvellously generous with me this month for Mother's Day, too. This is the first year that you spent your own money on a gift for me, but more than that - you figured out what you wanted to get, made sure you had enough money, and asked me to take you to the store to get it on a day we were already heading out together. In short, YOU HAD A PLAN and an appropriate way to enact the plan. I was blown away by your forethought! After your piano lesson, we went to the grocery store, where you first told me I had to wait in the car, but after considering the busy parking lot, decided it would be okay if we walked in together and then I waited for you at the front of the store. You chose the gift, brought it to the checkout, paid for it, and then walked back to me, gallantly trying to hide it behind your back. When we arrived home, you decided four days was too long to wait to give it to me, and presented me with my early Mother's Day gift - beautiful tulips and a handmade card reading, "My BFF for meny happy yers! Happy Mothrs Day!" It was the sweetest gift ever!
 

Well, I think that’s all the news for this month, Gwen. As always, I love you a million, billion, kajillion and EIGHT.

Your BFF,
Mom

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