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Today I said yes

She unearthed the stamps and ink pads I had hidden in the back of the closet.

Oooohhh, Mommy! Can I use these?

And, oh, how I wanted to say no.

Gifted to her nearly three years ago, I’ve let her use them once.

Because I’ve been saving them. For what, I’m not sure.

Like china that sits in the cabinet for special occasions, they languished in the closet.

But today I said yes.

Though my inner control freak wanted to tell her not to mix the inks, I held back and let her create.

And I am so happy that I did.

Because she’s a kid and her only job is to explore her world.

And it’s my job to watch her.

Those of you who have been around for a while, you know that I’ve come a long way.

And that makes me so happy.

Reason #9 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

easy bake ovenThere’s something magical about the memories that are evoked through the sense of smell.

Nothing transports me back in time quicker than a scent tied to memory.

Yesterday, Katie and I used her new Easy Bake Oven for the first time and as I stood there in the kitchen with her, I was a little girl again.

It’s amazing how so many things change, but some things always remain the same.

The smell of the baking mix and frosting are exactly the way I remember them.

As I assumed my role as Katie’s helper, my mind travelled back to my childhood, with my mother by my side as I stirred, baked, frosted, and sprinkled.

Being a mother to a little girl is such a gift.

Katie brings such tremendous joy to my life, just as Matthew does, but she also allows me to relive some of the happiest moments of my own childhood.

And that is an amazing gift.

Are there any things that you do with your children that take you back in time?

Reason #68 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

Katie is now reaching an age where she’s finally playing with toys that are fun for me too.

Of course, playing with her before now was fun…it’s magical to watch your child enjoy and learn.

But, let’s be honest. You can only play so many games of Chutes and Ladders.

We’ve been playing with her Lite Brite lately and it’s amazing how many memories it spurs from my childhood.

I love the delayed gratification of Lite Brite…the way the insertion of each colored peg brings you closer to the final, beautiful end.

Seeing her find joy in the same things that I loved as a child is such an amazing experience.

I wrote a post for Babble the other day about all of the toys that I’m hoping that Katie gets for Christmas year so that I’ll have more toys to play with. I’m hoping Santa is nice to us…we’ve been good girls all year!

My Cue

I’ve been sitting here staring at this screen, trying to find the words to tell you about this week’s Small Moments Mondays guest poster.

There are so many things I could tell you about Rachel, who blogs over at Mommy Needs a Vacation.

I could tell you that she’s one of my dearest friends, that she’s kind, witty, and vivacious.

I could tell you that she’s supportive, encouraging, and true.

But that doesn’t even begin to express who she is and what she means to me.

She has become more like a sister to me than a friend and I am so incredibly grateful to have her in my life.

I love you, Rachel…so very much.  Thank you for sharing this small moment with us.

My Cue–by Rachel

As we pulled up to the familiar preschool, I looked back at Sadie who had a smile from ear to ear.

“Are you excited Sadie?” I asked her.

“Yes Mama! I am going to be a Polar Bear and Tyler is going to be a Blue Bird!!!” she squealed.

I knew this day would come.

The day that my little girl started Pre-K. The day she would absolutely love to go to school.

The day that my little boy would start preschool.

How did it arrive so quickly though?

I unloaded both kids from the car, handed them their lunches, and tousled their strands of blonde hair. We slowly made our way down the sidewalk into the school. Sadie, eager to see her new classroom, was running way ahead. Tyler, on the other hand, stopped to pick up sticks, point out the moon he could see in the bright blue sky, and inspect sprinkler heads in the lawn. Unlike Sadie, he had no idea what lay ahead of him.

Even though Sadie couldn’t wait to get inside her new classroom, once outside the door, she hung back, clinging to my leg. Although her face was still adorned with her breathtakingly beautiful smile, I could tell that even she was unsure of this new classroom experience.

As she made her way through the doorway, I saw her looking around, taking in all of that wondrous classroom magic.

Markers and paper.


The alphabet posters.

Her very own cubbie.

A friend from her class last year.

“Okay Sadie…have fun! I am going to take Tyler to his classroom now.” I told her.

She turned back towards me with that famous smile and squeezed me tight.

“I love you, Mama,” she said.

“I love you too, Sadie,” I replied.

In just a quick moment, my little girl had begun her last year of preschool, Pre-K.

As we left Sadie’s new classroom, I encouraged Tyler to keep walking with me but I could sense his frustration. Why hadn’t we gone to Sadie’s old classroom from last year that he knew so well? Where are we going now Mommy?

He stayed with me, although he lagged a little behind. He found a bug on the ground to poke, he admired a nearby cat.

As I approached his classroom, I looked back at him, encouraging him to join me. Now extremely frustrated, not knowing where we were going, he threw himself onto the ground in protest.

I scooped him up and was stunned by the weight of him. Not a baby anymore.

A big boy, starting preschool.

He snuggled into my neck as his arms and legs squeezed around my body. I could feel his fast, nervous breathing as I made my way into his classroom. I greeted the teachers who remembered Tyler as a 4 month old when Sadie had first started preschool in the same classroom.

“He is so big now! We are so excited to have him this year!” his teachers exclaimed.

Tyler, with his face still buried in my neck, began to moan the blues. I walked around the classroom telling him everything I could see, telling him how much fun he was going to have. Offering words of encouragement and love.

As soon as I approached the train table, I knew this would be the ticket for his comfort.

“Look Tyler! Look at all the choo-choo trains!!” I told him.

He jerked his head around, looked down and caught sight of all the choo-choo trains. He began to wriggle.

Wriggle out of my arms down onto the floor, standing right next to a giant train table filled with all of his favorite trains. He reached out, picked one up, and then looked up at me with that same big, beautiful smile Sadie had just given me moments before.

“Look Ma-ee! Choo-choos!” he exclaimed.

I took this small moment as my cue.

My cue to leave my baby boy.

I blew him a kiss, turned on my heels, and walked through the doorway as my shoulders relaxed for the first time that morning.

The moment when I knew my babies were growing up….

Had most definitely arrived.

When I asked Rachel which of her posts she’d like to share with you, she sent me the links to Spring Break is for Suckers, Dear Mommy: A Letter from Sadie to Yours Truly, It’s Another Vasectomy Tuesday, and  Mommy Instinct is NEVER WRONG.

With each title I read, a memory floated back to the surface. I remember each of these so distinctly. This girl can make me laugh like no other. And when she writes from her heart, mine melts. So lovely.

But, I just had to throw in a link to another of my favorites, a post about Sky Mall. Giggle.

Please go follow Rachel on Twitter and like her on Facebook!

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Nichole Beaudry @NicholeBeaudry Location: Northern California
Each and every day, I strive to appreciate the wonder, beauty, and whimsy in the small moments, the moments that, when strung together, form a lifetime.
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