A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Summer Vacation

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Summer Vacation

Well, summer vacation is in full swing, and so are my patience. hehe
The kids are staying up late, but most are sleeping in well enough to give me some good rest. Kai is the only one I struggle with on sleep. He will go to bed OK, but does not want to stay in bed much past dawn. He is slowly adapting......I will make him if it is the last thing I do. :-)

Kai has been home long enough that the honeymoon is over and the true Kai Ceus has arrived. He is a friendly, sweet, loving kid who wants to help all the time. The bad part is, well, quasi bad part, is that he has an ornery streak 100 miles long. He can give and take with the rest of us, as we a re a teasing and playful family. However, Kai has no end to his torturing and his skill to annoy is keen. He can raise the hackles of anyone by grating his teeth, making faces or simply copying every mother loving thing you say or do.
He has been getting into stuff a lot lately, and I am not sure if he is doing it because he is curious, or he doesn't have the "no, no that is naughty" button that most have. Demi Roo had this problem for a while....we are now making strides on her not getting into things that don't belong to her and she is doing better with accepting responsibility for her actions most days.
So, I struggle with the every days of being a mom to 4 kids at home. To some, it is a lot of kids, to others it is a drop in the bucket. All I know, is it is enough for me. :-)
I hate to complain, because I am not really complaining...they are home, healthy and doing well, and that is what I wanted. It is just that sometimes, I am overwhelmed at the responsibility I have as 'THE MOM'.

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes