growing up

Last week, I was sick with the flu.  Bleck.  At the end of a long day, I knew I had to get the kids ready for bed and tuck them in.  As I was about to put Eliza to bed, Corbin said, "Mom I'll put Eliza to bed for you."  So I decided to take him up on it.  But I was so curious as to how this interaction would play out, that I stayed in the living room so I could listen.  He took her into her room and read her a book.  Then I heard him say, "Eliza you need to say your prayers."  So she did.  Then, "Ok Eliza, you can talk to your animals, but you have to do it QUIETLY."  I ran down the hall back to my room before he came out so that he wouldn't think I was watching them.

Corbin came in and said he put her to bed.  I told him that he needed to go to bed.  A few minutes later, I heard a lot of commotion going on in the living room.  I went out to check on him (because he was suppose to be going to bed).  He was CLEANING UP.  Innocently, I asked, "Hey bud, whatcha doing?"  He replied, "I'm cleaning up because you're sick and it's a mess in here."  My heart melted, and tears came into my eyes.

My little boy is growing up.   He's thinking of others before himself.  I am a proud mama.

seeing myself

A few days ago, I took Eliza to see the show "cascade christmas" at the Cascade theater.  I was transported back in time to when my mom used to take me to see the Shasta High musical every year.  I absolutely loved it.  It's where my love for music and theater began.  I knew that someday I too would be on stage.

Liz was so precious.  She watched every second, and loved it.  She can't wait to be able to do things like that someday.  Just like me, she is shy and so while being on stage is intriguing it is also terrifying.  But it's when we get over our fears so we can do something we love, that we can begin to enjoy life more fully.