Thursday, June 22, 2017

Sabina Goes to School

When Sabina was 3, she started preschool. Her mother dropped her off at the school and she had the most terrified look on her face. Mommy smiled and gave her a reassuring hug. "Don't worry." she said. "You're going to be fine!" Sabina didn't think so. She didn't smile back.

Every day of that year, Sabina didn't look at her mother and didn't say goodbye. She just hurried into her classroom and didn't say a word. If Mommy even dared to say a word to Sabina, Sabina would burst into tears and cling to her.

It wasn't that Sabina didn't enjoy school. As soon as Mommy left, she was fine. She had fun there making art projects and playing on the playground. Although she was very quiet and never spoke to anyone, she had a lot of friends because the other kids liked her. It was just that she  had that little bit of separation anxiety which lingered the whole year.

The next year, when Sabina was 4. It got a little easier. She made two really good friends, and she talked to them and only them. Every day, she hugged and kissed Mommy at the door, and Mommy was the one who looked a little bit sad. "Don't worry, Mommy." she said. "I'm going to come home."

When Sabina was in Pre-K, she went into school without saying goodbye again. She wasn't sad anymore and she wasn't afraid. She was just so eager to get to school that she as soon as they got into the school she hurried into her classroom without bothering to say goodbye to Mommy.

Every day, after school if they had time, they would be allowed to play on the playground for a while. Sabina had so much fun every day, she and her best friend. Emmy would be the last kids left on the playground. They were so busy having fun that they would literally have to be dragged off when it was time to go home.

In Kindergarten, Sabina went to a new school. Everyone in her classroom was nice, and she made a lot of friends. Mommy volunteered at school and got to come in every Friday to help out in Sabina's classroom. "I love when you come to school with me." Sabina  told her happily.

"I love it too." Mommy replied.

At the end of the year, Sabina was sad. "I don't want to go to a new school." she told Mommy practically in tears.

"Don't worry." Mommy assured her. "You'll be fine."

And she was. Her teacher was young. It was her first year teaching so it was like she and the class were starting together. Sabina loved her. The girls in the class were nice, but some of the boys were a little wild.

The school year was fun. They got to do fun projects. They went to visit a farm. Mom still got to volunteer in the classroom but only once a month or so and only for an hour.

In second grade, they had Immigration day. Sabina got to pretend to be a Russian immigrant like one of her ancestors. They made butter for Thanksgiving. Mommy got to come in and help with that. They even got to to do a play right in their classroom. Sabina played a bird.

In third grade, Sabina met her best friend, Maryann. The two of them were inseparable. Their teacher was young and fun, and they got to do a lot of cool things. They had Wild West Day, and they went to visit the zoo. Mommy came in and helped out with Wild West Day.

"Maryann is going to be in my class again next year!" Sabina excitedly told Mommy just before the next school year.

Mommy smiled. "I'm happy for you, baby." she replied.

That year, they went to the Aquarium. They got to have kindergarten buddies. It was the first year Mommy never had a chance to volunteer in the classroom.

Time passed quickly and before they knew it, Sabina was in 5th grade. Her last year in her elementary school. The next year she would be in middle school.

In 5th grade, she and Maryann were together again for the third year in a row. They mostly stuck to themselves. Girls were starting to form tight buddieships now.

That year in school, Sabina helped out in one of the younger classrooms every morning. She had a first grade buddy who turned out to be the same girl who was her kindergarten buddy the year before. They went to the beach on a class trip, and Sabina even got selected for a special trip to a sculpture park.

The year went by quickly. Before, they knew it, it was the end of the year. They didn't really graduate but they moved on. Sabina was excited for another summer. She never really liked going to school even though sometimes they did fun things there, and she loved being with Maryann everyday. There was no guarantee she and Maryann would be together or even see each other the next year in a big new school. Sabina was a little anxious about the next year but she was happy.

Mommy was a little bit sad though. Her baby was growing up so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday, Sabina was clinging to her at the door of the preschool, and now Sabina would be going into middle school. Now, she was the one who didn't want to let go of Sabina. She hugged Sabina tightly as if doing so would make her stay a little girl just a little big longer.  "I love you, baby." she said.

"I love you too, Mom." replied Sabina.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Petula the Puppy?

Bright and early one morning, Petula Sheehan's mother entered her room and opened her curtains. "Good morning, sweetie." she greeted her daughter cheerfully.

Petula sat up in bed looked right into her mother's eyes and said "Woof!"

Petula's mother laughed. "Nice puppy." she said. She patted Petula on the head. "Get dressed and come on down to breakfast." she commanded.

A little while later, when Petula came downstairs and sat down at the table, her mother asked what she wanted for breakfast. Petula said ""Woof!"

"Okay, very funny." replied her mother. "What do you really want for breakfast?"

"Woof." repeated Petula.

"Oh you're a puppy, huh?"

Petula nodded.

"Well, puppies don't eat at the table." replied her mother. Petula obediently slid out of her chair onto the floor and said. "Woof."

""Enough playing get back off the floor,  and eat your breakfast." declared Mommy. She gestured for Petula to get back in her seat.

Petula did get back in her seat, but didn't say a word.  Mommy scooped eggs onto Petula's  plate. Petula leaned really close to them and sniffed them. Then, she proceeded to eat them like a dog without using a fork or a spoon or even her hands.

"Petula!" exclaimed Mommy horrified when she noticed what Petula was doing. When Petula continued to eat like a dog, Mommy took her plate away, but by then Petula had enough and she just hurried away from the table.

Mommy sighed. She hoped Petula would tire of pretending to be a dog soon.

However, all afternoon Petula crawled around on her hands and knees and chased balls and bugs and barked.When Daddy came home, she greeted him with a bark.

"Did you meet our puppy, Petula?" asked Mommy. Daddy smiled but Mommy didn't smile back. She was tired of having a puppy, she wanted to have a little girl again.

Petula crawled over to Daddy and sniffed him. He playing along and patted her on the head. "Good puppy." he said.

Petula smiled and wagged her imaginary tail.

At dinner time, Petula quickly swallowed bites of her dinner when Mommy and Daddy weren't looking. At bath time, she splashed her arms around like she had paws until there was almost as much water on the floor as in the tub, and Mommy made her get out. Then, she shook herself out instead of toweling down.

"Petula!" exclaimed Mommy in anger as Petula got her all wet.

At bedtime, Petula insisted on having her tummy rubbed and being patted on the head. Then, she curled up like a puppy and went to sleep.

Then, next morning, when Petula's mother went into her room to wake her up, she seriously hoped that Petula was done playing dog.  "Petula?" she said quietly gently shaking Petula awake.

Petula opened he eyes and look right at her mother. "Meow." she said. Petula's mother sighed.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

The Lost Mittens

Kitty, Katya, and Tabbi Feliciano were sisters.They were each ten minutes apart in age. Kitty was the oldest, Katya was in the middle and Tabbi was the youngest. They were typical sisters. Sometimes, they got along well; sometimes they fought. Over all, they loved each other, and they loved to play together. More than anything they loved to play in the snow.

One fine snowy day, Grandma came to visit. Kitty, Katya and Tabbi were getting ready to go play in the snow. They were all bundled up in their snow gear. Kitty was dressed all in red. Katya was dressed all in pink. Tabbi was dressed all in purple. "Where are you going with those ratty mittens?" asked Grandma. She held up Kitty's hand. There was a big hole in the mitten right where the thumb was supposed to be. Katya's was torn at the thumb and at the top. Tabbi's had a big hole right in the middle.

"Oh, Grandma," replied Kitty sadly. "We don't have any other mittens. Katya and Tabbi nodded in agreement.

"Yes, you do." Grandma informed them.

"We do?" chorused all three girls in surprise. They had no idea what Grandma was talking about.

Grandma reached for her giant black pocketbook which was sitting on the table in front of her. Kitty, Katya and Tabbi all huddled around her excitedly. One never knew what goodies Grandma was going to take out of her big black bag. It was as exciting as Mary Poppins carpet bag.

Grandma reached into the bag and pulled out three pairs of  homemade mittens. "These are for you." she told Kitty handing her a pair with red hearts. "These are for you." she told Katya handing her pair with pink stars. "These are for you." she told Tabbi handing her a pair with purple diamonds.

They were they most beautiful mittens the girls had ever seen. "Oh, thank you, Grandma!" they exclaimed excitedly hugging their Grandma.

The girls took off their old mittens and threw them away. They happily put on their new mittens and went out to play in the snow.

A few hours later, they had enough of the snow. They were freezing and wanted to go inside to warm up. As they hurried inside and quickly took off their wet clothes and left them in a heap by the door, they noticed a delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen.

"What's that?" asked Kitty eagerly.

"It smells like cherry pie!" exclaimed Katya.

"Yum!" exclaimed  Tabbi.

Mommy and Grandma came in from the kitchen. "Hi girls." Grandma greeted them warmly. "Did you have fun in the snow?" The girls nodded happily. "While you were outside, your Mom and I baked a cherry pie. Why don't you come in the kitchen and have some?"

Kitty and Katya and Tabbi all loved cherry pie. Practically before Grandma finished talking, they had started heading toward the kitchen eager to taste the delicious smelling pie.

"Just a minute!" their mother exclaimed. By the tone of her voice, they could tell she was not happy with them. They stopped in their tracks.

"We took off our wet clothes." Kitty assured her.

"Yes." agreed Mommy, "but do they belong in a heap by the front door?"

"Oh." said Katya quietly.

Tabbi just shook her head no.

The three girls picked up their wet coats and hats and scarfs and handed them to Mommy. She put them in the dryer. "Where are your mittens?" asked Mommy.

Kitty and Katya and Tabbi got down on the ground. They looked all around. They could not find their mittens.

Mommy looked at them with disappointment. "Those were new mittens," she declared "and Grandma made me them especially for you."

"We're sorry." replied Kitty sincerely.

"Really, really sorry." added Katya.

"Can we have pie now?" asked Tabbi.

Mommy gave them a very angry look. "No mittens no pie." she declared. She went back into the kitchen.

Kitty frowned deeply. Katya sighed sadly. Tabbi began to cry. They really wanted a piece of that pie. They were sorry they had lost their brand new mittens.

They decided to look for their lost mittens one more time. They were going to go back out in the snow to look. Kitty was about to put her boots on when she saw something red at the bottom of one boot, She pulled it out. It was her mittens. She smiled happily.

Katya suddenly remembered that she had put her mittens in her coat pocket. She turned off the dryer and opened it up. She took her coat out of it and removed the mittens from the pocket. She sighed with relief.

That only left Tabbi. She had no idea where her mittens were. She began to cry harder.

"Please don't cry." begged Kitty."We'll help you look."

Katya nodded in agreement.

Tabbi smiled gratefully.

The girls search all over the floor by the door again. There was no sign of Tabbi's mittens.

"Maybe they're in your boots like mine." suggested Kitty. They took each of Tabbi's boots one a time and turned it upside down. No mittens.

"Did you leave them in your coat pocket like me?" asked Katya. Tabbi shrugged. They turned off the drier again and took out Tabbi's coat. They checked every pocket but there was still no sign of Tabbi's mittens. They were about to give up and put the coat back in the dryer when they noticed something stuck in one of the sleeves of the jacket. They pulled it out. It was Tabbi's mittens.

They happily hurried off to the kitchen to show their mother they had found their mittens. "Go put those in the dryer with the other wet clothes and then you can come and have some pie." Mommy told them.

The girls quickly did as they were told. They couldn't wait to taste that cherry pie!

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Let Me Do It!

"Who wants to help bake a cake?" called  Mommy from the kitchen.

Linnea Vessey and her older brother and sister, Louie and Lara were all sitting in the den watching TV.  All three of their heads immediately turned toward the sound of their mother's voice as soon as they heard the word "cake."

 "I do!" exclaimed Louie.

"No, I do!" cried Lara.

"No, me! Me!" shouted Linnea. "Let me do it."

They all went running into the kitchen pushing and shoving each other along the way.

"You can all help." declared Mommy. "Now, who wants to go and find the cake mix in the pantry?"

"I'll get it." said Louie.

"No, I'll will !" insisted  Lara.

"Let me do it!" cried Linnea.

They all ran out to the pantry. Louie was the tallest so he reached up to the shelf where the cake mixes should be. "There isn't any cake mix." he announced.

"Are you sure?" asked Mommy. "I could have sworn there was at least one box left."

Louie looked again. "There isn't." he replied.

Lara  stood up on her tiptoes and looked too. "No, there isn't." she confirmed.

"Let me see! Let me see!" shouted Linnea jumping up and down to try and see onto the shelf that was way over head.

All three children disappointedly trekked back into the kitchen.  "Are we still going to make a cake?" asked Lara hopefully.

Mommy nodded. "We'll just go to the store and get another box of cake mix." she declared.

"Oh yay!" exclaimed Linnea jumping up and down excitedly as Louie and Lara's frowns immediately turned to smiles.

Mommy loaded them all up in the car, and they hurried to the supermarket. At the supermarket, they quickly found the cake aisle. "Let's get this." stated Louie pointing to a box of banana cake.

"No, let's get this." demanded Lara pointing to a box of carrot cake.

"I want this!" stated Linnea pointing to a box of chocolate cake.

The three of them argued until Mom abruptly stopped them by announcing. "We are going to get this." She held up a box of vanilla cake. They picked up some icing - miraculously they all agreed on chocolate fudge, Then, they went to pay for their purchases.

At home, Mom looked at the recipe on the back of the box. "Who wants to get the eggs?" she asked.

"Me! Me! Let me do it." shouted Linnea before the others could say a word.

"Let Louie do it." replied Mom. "He's older." "Don't worry," she added upon seeing the frown that instantly spread across Linnea's face. "You can get the butter."

"What about me?" Lara pouted as Linnea quickly followed Louie to the refrigerator.

"You can get the beaters for the mixer." Mommy assured Lara. Lara hurried to get them out of the drawer.

Mommy let Louie crack an egg and Lara crack an egg and Linnea added the butter. They all took turns mixing. Soon the cake was ready to bake. Mommy had barely put it in the oven and closed the oven door when all three children quickly disappeared. "Who wants to help clean up?" called Mommy into the other room. There was no answer from Louie. There was no answer from Lara. There was no answer from Linnea.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

The Search For Ice Cream

A hint of a sweet melody filled the air, and Isla Vickery hurried to the window to see what it was. When she saw the familiar white truck, she was filled with excitement. "Mommy!" she exclaimed excitedly "Can I get ice cream?"

Mommy briefly looked up from the phone where she'd been chatting with Isla's Aunt May for the past hour. Aunt May was a dear but boy did she like to talk. Daddy always said if  you told Aunt May that your house was on fire and you had to get out immediately, she would keep right on talking. "What?" asked Mommy uncertain what Isla had asked. She'd been half daydreaming half listening to Aunt May.

"Can I get ice cream?" repeated Isla twice as eagerly.

"Can we talk about this when I get off the phone?"  asked Mommy.

Isla  knew it wasn't really a question. She sighed and flopped down on Mommy's bed  and impatiently waited for Mommy to get off the phone.

After about fifteen or twenty minutes and at least three or four times when the conversation seemed to be ending but didn't, Mommy finally got off the phone. Isla eagerly bounced off the bed. "Now can I get ice cream." She inquired hopefully.

Mommy glanced at the clock on her bedside table, and shook her  head. "It's too close to dinner."she

"Please, Mommy?" begged Isla pleadingly looking into her mother's eyes. "I'll put it in the freezer and save it for after dinner." she promised.

"Okay." agreed Mommy seeing the disappointed look on Isla's face. She send Isla to fetch her pocketbook, and they hurried downstairs.

When they got outside, it was eerily quiet. There was no sign of the ice cream truck anywhere. Isla quickly looked up and down the street a few times as if that would make the truck reappear.

"Come on, Isla." urged Mommy seeing Isla's disappointed face. Mommy locked the house and they got in the car and drove around the neighborhood  looking for the ice cream truck. Despite several false alarms when they spotted similar looking white trucks, there was no sign of the ice cream truck.

When they got home, Isla wearily followed her mother into the house. Disappointment filled Isla with exhaustion. 

"Don"t worry, Isla." stated her mother cheerfully upon seeing Isla's sad face. "I think we may have some ice cream left  in the freezer from when I went shopping last week."

Isla smiled half- heartedly. It wouldn't be as good or as special as ice cream from the ice cream truck but at least it would be something. 

That night, Isla could barely get through dinner even though Mommy had cooked spaghetti, one of her favorite meals. All she could think about was the taste of sweet creamy delicious ice cream . Her mouth watered for it.

When dinner was finally over, Isla practically jumped out of her chair and ran to the freezer. She looked around but didn't see any ice cream. She looked around a few more times and even stood up on her tiptoes to make sure  she didn't miss anything, but there was still no sign of any ice cream. Mommy and Daddy looked too, but they didn't see any either.

Just as they were finishing looking, Isla'a older brother, Artie came in. He'd been at a friend's house where he'd had dinner. "What  are you looking for?" He inquired curiously seeing everyone staring in the freezer.

"I thought we had some ice cream left from when I went shopping last week." explained Mommy.

"Oh that. " replied Artie, " The guys and I ate it after baseball practice the other day. We were starving"

Isla glared at her brother. He shrugged and went upstairs to do his homework.

Isla sighed and hung her head sadly. She was so disappointed. She had so been looking forward to the delicious taste of sweet creamy ice cream. She couldn't get it out of her head. 

"How about we go out for ice cream?" suggested Daddy.

Isla's smile lit up her whole face. Ice cream at the ice cream shoppe was even better than ice cream from the ice cream truck. She nodded happily in agreement. "Thanks, Daddy." she said.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Generous Geneva

    "That's mine!" shrieked Geneva Withers grabbing a toy out of her little sister, Mya's hands.

Mya began to cry.  Mommy scooped her up in her arms. She gave Geneva an angry look. "Why can't you share with your sister?" she asked. "She wasn't hurting the toy."

"But it's mine." replied Geneva as if that were explaination enough.

Mommy frowned. "Geneva," she replied in a voice that was filled with disappointment. "It's nice to share. It's nice to be generous." She shook her head sadly at Geneva.

Geneva looked at the ground. "I'm sorry." she said and she really was, well not so much that she had taken the toy away from Mya, but that Mommy was disappointed in her.  She hated to disappoint Mommy. She wanted to make Mommy proud.  "Okay, Mommy."declared Geneva. "I'll share. I'll be generous."

That night at dinner. Geneva dumped her peas onto Mya's plate.

"Geneva?" inquired Daddy. "Why are you putting food your on your sister's plate?"

Geneva smiled brightly. "I'm sharing." she replied proudly. "I'm being generous."

"You need to eat your own food. Giving your little sister the food you don't like is not being generous." said Mommy.

"But, she likes them see." replied Geneva pointing to Mya who was happily scooping up fistfuls of peas.

"She has her own food, Geneva." declared Mommy. "You eat yours."

Daddy nodded in agreement. "You need to take back your peas back and eat them yourself." he advised sternly.

Geneva sighed. She took her spoon and scooped her peas off Mya's plate and back onto her own.

The next day, Geneva went through her toys. She gathered up all the broken ones that she didn't want anymore and carried them to Mya's room. "Here, these are for you." she told her little sister. Mya smiled happily and grabbed on to a stuffed lamb with hardly any stuffing left in it.

Geneva proudly went back to her own room pleased with how generous she was. That is until, she heard Mommy's angry voice shouting "Geneva!"

Geneva slowly went back to Mya's room. Mommy sounded really angry, and Geneva wasn't anxious to face her. Geneva didn't understand why she was so angry when Geneva was just trying to be generous like Mommy wanted.

Mommy frowned as Geneva entered the room. She looked even angrier than Geneva expected. "Why is Mya playing with a bunch of broken toys?" asked Mommy.

Geneva didn't understand why Mommy was so unhappy with her.  Maybe, when Geneva explained Mommy would understand and her anger would go away."I gave Mya all my old toys." she explained smiling  proudly at Mommy.

However, Mommy didn't seem any less angry. She just shook her head, at Geneva and asked. "Is it nice to give somebody broken toys? Would you want broken toys?"

Geneva frowned and shook her head no. "I was just trying to be generous like you wanted me to."she explained.

Mommy frowned back and sadly shook her head again. "Giving somebody your old broken toys is not being generous." she stated.

Geneva shook her head and sighed. She had disappointed Mommy again. She felt as if she was going to cry. She sure wasn't good at this being generous stuff.

"Being generous is not about giving others things you don't want. Being generous is about giving other people things they would want." Mommy explained in a much softer tone. She knew that Geneva wasn't purposely trying to be mean to her sister.

Geneva nodded thoughtfully.

The next day, Geneva was sitting at the table eating a box of cookies and watching TV when Mya wandered over to her. Mya pointed to the cookie  Geneva was eating and tried to grab for it. Geneva reached into the box and handed one to her sister. Mya took it eagerly and happily put it into her mouth.

Just then, Geneva saw Mommy watching her from the doorway, and she instantly froze. Was she doing something wrong again? She quickly glanced up at Mommy and noticed that this time Mommy was smiling.

"I'm proud of you, Geneva. I know that animal crackers are your favorite, and you still shared with your sister."

"Now, am I being generous?" asked Geneva hopefully.

"Yes," replied Mommy smiling at Geneva. "Now, you're being generous."

Geneva smiled. She loved when Mommy was proud of her.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Almost Ready

Juliette Yarrow never came right away when anyone called her.  At first, she wouldn't even say anything at all. She would just stay where she was and finish what she was doing. That really made Mommy and Daddy mad so she learned to say "I'm coming!" as soon as she was called, but she really wasn't. She was never ready when they called her. She was almost ready, and she wouldn't go until she was ready.

Juliette was reading a book in her room when her mother called her. She sighed unhappily. Her book was so good, and she was right in the middle of a chapter. "I'm coming!" she called quickly, but she continued to read her book. She was almost ready. She would go down when she finished her chapter.

After about ten minutes, Juliette went downstairs. "What's going on?" she casually asked her mom.

Mom frowned at her. "Look who decided to show up." she replied sarcastically.

"I was in the middle of something." Juliette explained.

Mom just shook her head. It was always the same with Juliette. She could not be bothered to come when anyone called.  "Well, it's too late now." replied Mom. "Grandma was here and she took Jessa for ice cream." Jessa was Juliette's little sister.

"She did?!" exclaimed Juliette indignantly. "Why didn't she take me?"

"I called you, but you didn't come."

Juliette frowned "Are they going to bring me ice cream?" she asked. Her mother didn't know the answer to that question.

A little later, Grandma and Jessa arrived home. Jessa's face was covered with chocolate and cookie crumbs.

"It looks like you had a good time." Mommy said with a smile.

Jessa smiled back. "I did." she said happily bobbing her head up and down. "I had cookies and cream and chocolate ice cream. It was delicious."

"Did you bring me any?" asked Juliette jealously.

Jessa shook her head.

"I'm sorry." replied Grandma. "I didn't know you were home."

Juliette glared at Jessa and then at Mommy. They both knew she was home.

Mommy just shook her head. "You didn't come when I called." she replied.

Juliette sighed as Grandma kissed her and Jessa and left.

Juliette still had not learned her lesson. A few days later, Mom called both Juliette and Jessa from downstairs. Jessa noisily hurried down the stairs. Juliette was lying on Mommy's bed watching one of her favorite TV shows. She was right in the middle of an episode and did not want to leave before it was over. "I'm coming." she called back. She was almost ready, and she would go soon.

A little while later, she went downstairs. Jessa was handing Mommy a bowl and a spoon. "What are you doing?" asked Juliette.

"I helped Mommy make a cake for the bake sale, and she let me lick the bowl." replied Jessa proudly.

"Did you save me any?" asked Juliette.

Jessa shook her head no.  "You weren't here." she replied as Mommy nodded in agreement.

Juliette frowned.

The next day, Uncle Barney came by. When Mommy called, Juliette she was in the middle of drawing a picture. By the time, she finished and went downstairs. Uncle Barney was gone.  Jessa was still there though with a five dollar bill clutched in her hand. "Look what, Uncle Barney gave me!" she bragged excitedly.

Juliette frowned with a mixture of jealousy and sadness. She was so tired of missing out on everything.

The next time, Mommy called her Juliette came right away. She came so quickly she arrived almost before Mommy finished calling her name. This time Mommy wanted someone to go with Daddy to the supermarket. "I'll go." Juliette volunteered. Jessa was nowhere around anyway.

When Daddy and Juliette came back from the supermarket. Her mouth was full.

"What are you chewing?" Jessa demanded to know.

"Daddy got me a pack of gum at the supermarket." replied Juliette.

"Did he get me any?" asked Jessa.

Juliette shook her head no. "You weren't there." she replied.