I just need to document this sweet girl and her latest school project because I do not want to forget the details. I even learned something this time.
They were to pick a favorite animal. Research them, their habitats, behaviors...etc. Then get a poster board and fill it with pictures and facts about their chosen animal.
Sister chose the hippo.
It's her current FAVORITE animal.
I asked her why because I was curious. It's not the most beautiful animal around, I mean, am I right? She told me it was because it was my favorite animal. Uh, ok. Sure baby. "Why do you think that?" She answered, "Because when we go to the zoo, that is always the animal you want to see first." Oh......ok. Really, it is just one of the first animals we always park the closest to. And it is located in the Rivers Edge. I always try to get that out of the way first. Especially when it is hot. That is a longer exhibit to get through, and once your in you must go all the way through to get out! If you have been to the St. Louis Zoo then you know what I am talking about.
How sweet is it that she picked it as her favorite because she thought is was mine?
{We used the Silhouette Cameo to cut out the letters & hippos}
Of course, this project was my domain. Mommy takes care of all homework that is even remotely artistic. Daddy takes care of Math.
As someone who is more on the creative side, inspiration and motivation have to be present to get any project done. She had this assignment in her hands for about a week before we tackled it. Everyday she would come home and beg me to work on it. She would say things like, "Mom, Suzanne already turned her project in." OR, "Mom, I really need to scratch this off my to-do list." Really Faith, your to-do list? You crack me up girl! And as for your over achieving friends who turned in their project a week early, well, they do not have a procrastinator for a mother. OR maybe their mother isn't a perfectionist and let them work on their project by themself with no supervision.
Sorry baby, that is not how it works in this house.
You are stuck with this kind of momma. A procrastinating perfectionst. I am not sure that even makes any sense, but that is me. As I type this it occurs to me that this is not who she is. I must do a better job at letting her spread her own little wings. I NEED to chill out. Relax. Let her take a little more control. I must do this.
(Mom, if you are reading this, I do listen to you. Sometimes it's just hard to admit where I fall short as a mother.)
She was SO happy with how it turned out.
Even with her momma's help.
