It’s fun to imagine picking whatever you want without thinking about the price.
I love shopping but being on maternity leave, I know that I can’t go buck wild. Kids clothes are so cute, but they can also be so expensive. I usually watch for pieces I love and wait for them to go on sale.
Clothes I ordered for the boys last spring.
Where some might see shopping as materialistic or vain, I see it as a form of expression, a form of art in a way.
I love finding pieces that pay attention to small details – using different buttons, playing with different stitching, great fabrics…and don’t get me started on shoes. And, come on, they look so stinkin’ cute afterwards.
As we celebrate Father’s Day this week, I decided to reach out to three colleagues and asked if they would be interested in writing about their dads.
Here is the first of three stories to be shared.
Kathy, thank you for writing about your Dad. He sounded like a lovable man who enjoyed people’s company.
Edward Patrick Pitt “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ~A.A. Milne
My girls called him Papa. When Laura was learning to talk, she thought my dad looked like Belle’s father from Beauty and the Beast. Belle called her father Papa. It stuck with him.
My dad had many passions, especially sports. He loved golf, curling, and watching the Blue Jays, the Maple Leafs, and the Argos. He loved harness racing. On most days he could be found at the Off Track Betting, sitting with other retirees watching the races on the big screen TVs and placing two dollar bets.
He kept his greatest love for his family.
He took every opportunity he could to brag about his girls and his grandkids. He loved going to my girls’ sporting events and in fact he was the carpool parent for their before and after-school swim practices for many years.
My dad loved being around people.
He liked to be the life of the party. When we watch old home movies, my dad was always laughing, joking, or doing a goofy dance to make my girls laugh.
He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. The saddest thing about my dad’s illness was that it robbed him of his ability to interact with people. He lost his ability to make funny faces, dance, and think quickly enough for humourous quips.
My dad lived out loud for most of his life, but the last couple of years reduced his life to a very quiet, contained existence. He had a form of Parkinson’s that included Lewy Body Dementia. This horrific form of the disease includes vivid hallucinations. The only joy we took from his last year was that many of his hallucinations included animals (which he loved). He could describe with extreme details the animals that were in his hospital room. He thought it was great that the hospital allowed him to stay in the barn with the horses.
I miss my dad when….
I see a photo of parking lots or people without their heads in the shot (he was a notoriously bad photographer)
I hear someone order a Rye and Pepsi (he preferred Pepsi to Coke)
I watch curling on TV
It’s Kentucky Derby time
I make stewed tomatoes and serve them with sausages
A “Western” is on TV
I vote (he was a staunch Conservative and would never vote for another party. I always told him my vote cancelled his vote out in every election since I was 18 years old)
My husband buys another baseball cap (my dad had hundreds of them)
I see pictures of the 1977 Blue Jays snowy opening day (my parents were there)
I think about Winnie the Pooh (we inscribed on his tombstone a quote: “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ~A.A. Milne”)
I think of us dancing at my wedding to Unforgettable (just one month after he was diagnosed with cancer).
Lainie Note: This piece was written by Kathy Witherow. I met Kathy about 5 years ago when we were both part of a learning network in the York Region District School Board. I remember when Kathy lost her dad. On Instagram, she shared a photo of him along with the A.A. Milne quote. The quote stuck with me and when I thought of someone who might want to write about their dad, I immediately thought of her.
It was a way to see familiar faces and a bit of home when I was 19 hours away.
When I left home for university, my Mom gave me a set of recipe cards she had made. Each had a photo of family members or friends, along with a favourite recipe from my childhood. It was a way to see familiar faces and a bit of home when I was 19 hours away.
Bottom left to right: my Grandma Lainie on her four-wheeler, my grandma and I at my high school graduation party, Halloween with our cousins, my brother playing in a mud puddle, and me holding little awards from grade 1.
Recipes are nostalgic. They remind us of family dinners or special occasions. I think that’s why they make great gifts.
Maybe there’s someone you know who would love a set of their own. It’s a nice opportunity for you to do a Writing Act of Kindness for someone you care about!
It’s funny how your house changes once you have kids. The more mobile they get, the more table tops become bare and the breakables move higher. It’s like going minimalist but with a ridiculous number of toys and books everywhere and Cheerios all over the floor.
But I take these photos because I want to remember it.
I want to remember that our son was so excited when he got his first pair of water wings that he wore them most of the afternoon and into the tub that night. Or the reason why we had to tie the curtains up was because the boys loved playing peekaboo a little too much and almost took down the curtains one day.
When you come into our house, there’s no question that toddlers live here.
You likely have a few letters or cards tucked away at home from someone special in your life. You might even have an old diary you kept as a kid or the first love letter you got. We just can’t seem to throw these things out, and we shouldn’t.
There’s something personal and intimate about the act of putting pen to paper. Someone taking the time to sit down and share their thoughts. They were thinking of you.
I wish we did it more.
But people don’t really write letters anymore.
Text messages on the go. A quick email update. It’s like conversations happen and then are lost and forgotten.
But with writing, we have it forever. Their voice, their words. It’s them. We see the curves of their handwriting on paper. We value it, yet seem to do it less and less.
So after about a year of writing on my blog, I think I’ve decided what I want to write more about. I think that I’m going to start using my blog as a place to help others write and to share great stories.
I’m really excited and have tons of ideas swirling around…
I’d like to share ideas for how you might write to your children
How you could capture the stories of someone significant in your life
Ways that writing can be used to create thoughtful gifts
And touching stories from friends and family about something written.
I might put together little writing challenges and encourage others to join me – writing something small each week for different people in our lives.
Scribbled thoughts in my notebook
For some reason, not many of us see ourselves as writers. That somehow it’s a skill reserved for those who write books or publish in magazines. But I think we’re all writers and our words have the ability to bring us closer to others.
I’m not a fan of birds and yet here I am…building nests, watching YouTube videos of eggs hatching, and looking for robins outside. I’ve become the Martha Stewart of bird crafts and activities. The things we do for our kids.
Below are a few photos of things we’ve been trying…
I look forward to the little activities and crafts I have planned for them each day. I’m curious to see how they’ll react and whether they’ll find it interesting.
I started planning them as something fun to do with our oldest (while his brother and sister nap in the mornings). I’ve noticed he’s been looking for more attention lately, so it was something special we could do, just the two of us.
Some days he’s really into it. “Craft! Craft!” Other days we’ll be in the middle of watching a YouTube video of birds hatching and he’ll request videos of trucks or trains. Shiny object! Squirrel! I don’t push it. It’s supposed to be fun, not forced.
I have a few more ideas of things that we could do but I think it’s time to try something different. The kid loves puddles. Slapping his hand in the dirtiest of them all, jumping in them, stomping…I think we’ll start doing a few things with puddles. Plus, it’s supposed to rain all week so there will be lots of opportunities to explore.
I’m very lucky to have met some amazing early years educators. Their voices are the reminders I need when the kids don’t seem interested in what we’re doing. It’s not about planning structured, themed activities that children must do despite their interest levels. It’s about seeing children as the naturally curious creatures they are and letting them lead the way.
I need to observe my boys, watch to see what interests them, and then go there. I have much to learn but I’m having a lot of fun.
Writer’s Note: Who Inspired Me and How I Got Started
A few weeks ago, I took my boys to a free story time program at a nearby arts studio. The lady who facilitated it was phenomenal.
She grabbed a picture book and had the children following her around the room like Mother Goose. They skipped, danced, and quickly came in close as she drew them in with the next portion of the book. Then off they’d go again!
She carefully held a wind chime and quietly called each child up by name to touch it and listen to its’ sound. She made a simple wind chime from a dollar store seem like a magical object. I even found myself thinking it was pretty cool (I told you she was phenomenal).
The kids tilted rain sticks, danced around the room pulling coloured scarves through the air, and stomped their feet to mimic thunder. Needless to say, I was not only impressed but inspired. I should be doing things like this for my boys. I started my planning that night.
I opened up a Google doc and began brainstorming some possible themes for spring…
With each, I listed ideas for different learning experiences, crafts, and activities. Flowers and seeds…I’ll wait until we plant our flower beds and garden. Rain and puddles, I’m sure there will be a lot of that in April. Let’s start with birds because soon we’ll put our bird feeders out.
A few days later, I snuck out of the house at 8 p.m. and left our newborn with my hubby. I went to the library …I am a wild woman these days! I scoured the shelves looking for books that could fit in with any of the themes — snapping photos of ones I might borrow later so I could easily find them. I came home with two great books…
I’m so glad that we went to the storytime program that day. Sometimes we need someone to show us what’s possible and to give us the inspiration we need to get started. I hope that maybe this post has done the same for you — given you a little idea that you might want to try with little ones too.