Wow. So, Ava starts kindergarten today. I have such mixed emotions. Sadness, relief, fear, nostalgia, excitement. Ava is one complex little girl. I love her with everything in me, yet we clash fairly often. I know exactly why. Ava is the uncensored version of ME. I know my mom prayed (or at least joked about praying) that I would get a daughter just like me someday, so I could feel her (my mom’s) pain. Heaven help me if Ava is as me as I was growing up.
My three girls are so intriguing to me. Livi and Nina look like their daddy but are obsessed with books. (Nina just brought me one thisverysecond, is yanking on me and saying, “Buh! Dow!” She actually means Book! Up! not Book! Down!) Be right back.
Ava looks more like me but loves airplanes and computers and movies like her daddy. And they each have random things about them that they inherited specifically from one of us or the other.
But as far as how they act, well, Ava is all me. It’s kind of nice. And kind of not. I love her sooo much. Is she easy to mother? No. But she’s a gift. And can be the sweetest thing on earth. When she wants to be.
Her Grandma Taviano called an hour or so ago to talk to her. Wanted to tell her to have a good first day of school. Ava refused to take the phone. Threw a small fit when I whisper-threatened her within an inch of her life. I was sad for Janelle, embarrassed for me, angry at Ava, and a bit fearful about how kindergarten will go. Her moods are so unpredictable. She is such a split personality.
Could you pray that her first day of school goes smoothly? She gets on the bus for the first time at 12:40 today. Thank you!
So, Ava had her first soccer game last night. Her first time in U-6, where they actually have goalies. And a big field. There are 8 players on her team, and 7 have to be on the field. So, once every two games, they each sit out a quarter.
Livi’s team won 7-0 the other night. Ava’s team lost 8-0. They were clueless. It was sad. One little girl just kept playing in the dirt. The kids took turns playing goalie. They had no idea that the object was to stop the ball from going in the net. Ava hurt her foot. She had a meltdown at the end of the third quarter–soooooo hot, sooooo tired.
Got in the van after the game. Livi says, “Ava, I thought you were going to score a goal.” Livi’s parents not happy. Livi gets firmly disciplined. “You hate me!” Livi cries. (2 down, 18 to go…)
The other day after supper…
Me: Girls, wipe your faces before you go out!
Livi: (wipes face)
Ava: Do I have food on my face?
Ava: That’s because I’m not a mess-maker! (pointed look at Livi)
Livi: You’re a sass-maker!
Ava: No, I’m a hurt-maker! And I’m going to hurt YOU!
Every day is truly an adventure here. And I absolutely love it. Have a great Thursday!