If you are wondering where the Hip Mothership has been and why I have been so lapse in updating my blog, it is because I have had a life-changing few weeks.
1. The triplets got into California Montessori Project
2. I got a job
3. Preston started Karate
4. The girls started ballet
5. And all this while Chris was gone for work for a week
I will start with California Montessori Project. Chris and I felt that we would torture ourselves by going to the lottery pull two weeks ago. If you have ever watched Waiting For Superman, this movie features a great example of school lottery pulls complete with anxiety ridden parents waiting for the results. That was us. Except for the fact that I realize we are very fortunate to live in a community with outstanding public schools, so the stakes were not as high for us as they were for the families in the movie. However, we have been trying to get Ava into California Montessori Project (CMP) for three years, and our best chance of succeeding was getting the triplets into kindergarten this year, which would then put Ava on the top of the priority list for 4th grade.
As we waited, chip after torturous chip being pulled from the jar, my heart started to beat so fast I felt it might explode. I was embarrassed that the neighbor to my left was hearing the loud pounding coming from my chest. Earlier in the week I had a dream that Elsa got pulled first, and sure enough Elsa was pulled at number 33. Violet was the last to be pulled at 43. Preston was not pulled but was admitted after someone declined their entrance into the school. Now we find out if Ava will get in during the May lottery pull for other grades.
Why was it so important for my kids to get into CMP? I love the Montessori way of teaching and learning. I am convinced that if I was taught the Montessori way, I would not have had a hard time learning in school. The CMP campus feels just like home with quaint little buildings in a rural setting. The classrooms do not have the traditional desk set-up, but instead they have couches and rugs and cozy corners to work in. Most importantly, I hear through a network of friends whose children already attend CMP that the teachers are all phenomenal. The teachers work at the school for less salary than they would receive at a public school, but they are there because they believe in the school and in Montessori.
That same week I got myself a job. I am now the Communications Assistant for Hands 4 Hope, a youth charity organization in my County. I am working 5-10 hours a week managing the volunteer database, writing the newsletter and handling the PR. It will also provide me a great opportunity to get my kids involved in charity work. If you live in my area and are interested in getting your family involved in giving back to the community, I strongly suggest you sign up to volunteer for Hands 4 Hope.
Last Monday Preston started Karate. I just love watching him yell “Yes Sir!” and “No Sir!” at the top of his lungs. I like watching him karate chop even when he isn’t asked to. I like Karate because along with learning skills, they learn discipline. I would never want to take the class clown out of Preston, but a little more discipline and listening skills certainly wouldn’t hurt the kid.
On the same day as Karate and my first day of work, I took the little girls to their first ballet class. They have been asking me if they can take ballet for an entire year and I finally made it happen for them. Being in the ballet studio brought back fond memories of my many years in dance. Helping the girls try on their ballet shoes was thrilling for me. Peeking through the little window to watch my beautiful girls dance around and explore the studio space is priceless.
Enough about me, I want to send out immense love and support to friends in my community who are dealing with challenges that life brings: divorce, cancer, a hip transplant.
“It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.”
And to the people running the Boston marathon today, as well as the spectators cheering them on, my heart breaks for you. I am in disbelief that another human being would want to take a beautiful moment in time that is filled with pride, endurance, strength and passion, and destroy it with bombs. Shame. Shame. Shame.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.