Happy New Year!!
It's 2007 and Pook will turn two years old on Sept. 14 (Mommy will be 31 on Jan. 19th)
And who knows what this year holds in store for us?
Let me speak some posivitity into our lives...
In 2007 Pook and mommy will continue to enjoy good health!
It is my hope that 2007 will bring Pook and I closer to friends and family: there are so many wondeful people that Pook has yet to meet... uncle ferentz, auntie roxana, tt zenzele, tt beth... too many people to really name. I am hopeful that in 2007 Pook will have the opportunity to give love to those who love her from afar.
Tangent: I'm reading this book that says the past and the present don't exist so let me honor that:
In the moment I am so grateful to the universe for sending Pook into my life. You will know this when you have your own children but the universe really does provide exactly what you want because Pook is my perfect daughter. And I think about how much I love Pook and I'm really working hard on not idolizing her- because you know of Jacob's story right? but I'm really grateful for the opportunity to love Pook, and to have known her for a complete 16 months now. "All you really need is love" said brother Talib and I understand that to be true.
***
On New Year's Eve Pook and I attended the church in which I was raised with my mother for a musical. It began at 8pm and was over by 10:30pm. We didn't stay for watchnight service because I didn't think Pook would make it. I digress: Contrary to popular belief Pook and I don't go to church much NOT because we are back sliders but rather because on those few occassions when Pook and I go to church Pook outspeaks the pastor. Then I have to leave the sanctuary with Pook in tow rather embarassed. Which means that I spend most of the service in the foyer chasing Pook in circles, both of us dressed to the nines. This is not how I like to worship. It really amazes me how Pook seems to know exactly when the pastor begins the sermon; its like as soon as she hears "usually the man's voice" through the microphone she starts to talk, really LOUD. Of course the more I try to quiet her the louder she gets. It's only a matter of time before I feel the pressure to exit. Which is why I thought, well musical- that should be fine. Any noise Pook will make will be drowned out by the drums, piano, shouting, singing, alla that.
Not quite.
There was a moment at the new year's eve musical that was Pook legendary. The choir didn't know what song they were going to do next. The musical director was a no show. There was a moment of delay between numbers. A moment Pook siezed. Interupting silence, Pook said loud and clear "UH-OH". The entire church turned toward us. Pook smiles really big and giggles. She feels accomplished. I am completely embarassed. This is why we don't go to church (so often).
However, one thing is certain, Pook knows her "UH-OH" moments.
Finally, the choir gained some direction. We clapped our hands and sang ourselves to 10:30pm. We went home, put on our jammies and Pook curled up beside me with a sippy cup of milk. I made peace with a book of choice. We count down the new year at midnight and welcome in the new year. Pook falls to sleep fast after midnight. I stay up too long reading.
The next day, Pook refuses to go to sleep at her bedtime. I guess I should have thought of this before but I didn't. Pook has to learn that not every night is new years eve, not every night we stay up till midnight...although it might not be a bad idea -to celebrate the coming of a new day with great intention. Two nights later and she's almost back to her pre- new years bedtime schedule.
And who knows what this year holds in store for us?
Let me speak some posivitity into our lives...
In 2007 Pook and mommy will continue to enjoy good health!
It is my hope that 2007 will bring Pook and I closer to friends and family: there are so many wondeful people that Pook has yet to meet... uncle ferentz, auntie roxana, tt zenzele, tt beth... too many people to really name. I am hopeful that in 2007 Pook will have the opportunity to give love to those who love her from afar.
Tangent: I'm reading this book that says the past and the present don't exist so let me honor that:
In the moment I am so grateful to the universe for sending Pook into my life. You will know this when you have your own children but the universe really does provide exactly what you want because Pook is my perfect daughter. And I think about how much I love Pook and I'm really working hard on not idolizing her- because you know of Jacob's story right? but I'm really grateful for the opportunity to love Pook, and to have known her for a complete 16 months now. "All you really need is love" said brother Talib and I understand that to be true.
***
On New Year's Eve Pook and I attended the church in which I was raised with my mother for a musical. It began at 8pm and was over by 10:30pm. We didn't stay for watchnight service because I didn't think Pook would make it. I digress: Contrary to popular belief Pook and I don't go to church much NOT because we are back sliders but rather because on those few occassions when Pook and I go to church Pook outspeaks the pastor. Then I have to leave the sanctuary with Pook in tow rather embarassed. Which means that I spend most of the service in the foyer chasing Pook in circles, both of us dressed to the nines. This is not how I like to worship. It really amazes me how Pook seems to know exactly when the pastor begins the sermon; its like as soon as she hears "usually the man's voice" through the microphone she starts to talk, really LOUD. Of course the more I try to quiet her the louder she gets. It's only a matter of time before I feel the pressure to exit. Which is why I thought, well musical- that should be fine. Any noise Pook will make will be drowned out by the drums, piano, shouting, singing, alla that.
Not quite.
There was a moment at the new year's eve musical that was Pook legendary. The choir didn't know what song they were going to do next. The musical director was a no show. There was a moment of delay between numbers. A moment Pook siezed. Interupting silence, Pook said loud and clear "UH-OH". The entire church turned toward us. Pook smiles really big and giggles. She feels accomplished. I am completely embarassed. This is why we don't go to church (so often).
However, one thing is certain, Pook knows her "UH-OH" moments.
Finally, the choir gained some direction. We clapped our hands and sang ourselves to 10:30pm. We went home, put on our jammies and Pook curled up beside me with a sippy cup of milk. I made peace with a book of choice. We count down the new year at midnight and welcome in the new year. Pook falls to sleep fast after midnight. I stay up too long reading.
The next day, Pook refuses to go to sleep at her bedtime. I guess I should have thought of this before but I didn't. Pook has to learn that not every night is new years eve, not every night we stay up till midnight...although it might not be a bad idea -to celebrate the coming of a new day with great intention. Two nights later and she's almost back to her pre- new years bedtime schedule.
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