It's The Little Things In Life That Become The Big Things

I've been thinking a lot lately about being a mother and what it means to me. And I decided that I would write about it because, well, that's just what I do. I came to realize that, overall, being a mother to me is taking care to pay attention to the little things. It's no secret that the little things in life all add up to be the big things. And, in my life, the big thing is happiness. All of these little things that KBug and I share have come together to bring us a life full of happiness and I think that is so incredibly important.

Growing Up Right Before My Eyes

Tomorrow is KBug's 7th birthday.

Seven.

My baby is seven.

I don't like this growing up, getting older thing she's doing.

Anyways. So she's going to be seven, whether I like it or not. I'm just going to have to get used to it. And by the time I get used to her being seven and a second grader, she'll be turning eight and getting ready for third grade and so on and so forth for the rest of her life.
 

This is the part of being a mother I'm not sure I like.

But, what can I do?

What's Your Super Power?

So everyone knows I'm a single mother. It's kind of evident from the name of this blog, I would think. And I want to talk about being a single mother.

I have been a single mother since early 2008 when the Ex-Husband and I split up. There are a number of reasons behind our split, and I feel it was the absolute best decision I could have ever made for KBug and I. She didn't need to grow up in a home where her parents fought all the time and hardly ever agreed on anything. She didn't need to grow up in a home where her father wasn't dedicated to being the best Daddy he could be because he was more interested in the beer bottle in his hand. She didn't need to grow up in a home where she was surrounded by negativity and tension.

Joy and Excitement

So just a few random things I've thought about over the last few days.

One, I thought it was awesome that I was right last time I wrote about how my students wouldn't like me much because I was giving them homework.
Seriously, I have never heard that group complain so much.
And I have never gotten so many compliments in such a short period of time. From my hair, to my outfit, to my shoes... They could have been spending time in class working on their homework, but they chose to spend their time kissing up and trying to get me to not give homework.