T : Momma, who's the BIG boss in our house?
Me : Um, we keep talking about this Tony. Dad and I share the boss job.
T : But I think that Dad is YOUR boss. He's the oldest, right?
Me : Sure. [with a sigh of exasperation .. I'll say anything at this point for the kid to just GO TO SLEEP!]
T : See, Dad is the oldest, so he's the boss of you. You're next, so you're the boss of Terran. Terran is the boss of me. I'm the boss of Mia ...
[dramatic pause ... ]
T : ... and Mia is the boss of Rosy.
I could NOT help myself but bust out laughing. He's right. That little girl has Rosy (our cook) wrapped around her little finger.
All day long, I hear Mia hollering through the house for her ... "Ro-C!!!! Ro-C??? Ro-C!! Where ARE you?"
She is learning to cook with Rosy, identifying spices and Rosy even patched/sewed up her tattered princess dresses.
We are soon cutting ties with Rosy (for several varied reasons, none of which are the point of this post) and she will be moving on to another employer ... these last few weeks with her, I want to encourage that little relationship to blossom.
It's been a slow lesson, but one nonetheless, for me to learn about letting my little angel have solid relationships with other women. It is good for Mia, to have someone else she can depend on -- in the absence of her surrogate moms from Ohio [you know who you are], the women in our mom's group posse, her Nin'thia, her Mimi, her two Grandmas and all the other strong women she's had the privilege to spend time with in her short three years of existence.
In other news, we've recently swapped Mia into a new school. She was struggling a bit to find her darling impish smile in the mornings, and often spent her afternoons tuckered out and struggling with her ability to effectively communicate. Since the swap, she has again found her 'bounce' and the light in her eyes magically re-appeared!
We needed the kids all on the same holiday schedule, needed English to be the first language of the majority of people she was around, and needed a generally more playful environment for her. I also needed a shorter commute time in the morning.
There is a quote that says ::
“A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.” ―Peter De Vries
Even though I'm not physically driving, I am still accompanying my children everywhere they go.
I am looking forward to my mornings being filled with less horn honking and more yoga. More options to linger a bit at the markets and less hurry-up and rushing. Even more time having lunch with friends and less time at the McDonalds walk-up!
