Mabel Molanphy

Posted on 6 October 2012 by: Mama

True Friendship (a journal entry)

I am for­tu­nate to have a dear friend, Mandy, with whom I share a great deal of sim­i­lar­i­ties in gen­er­al life. For­tu­nate­ly, our daugh­ters are friends as well, so we get to hang out dur­ing the day, as well. At a late-after­noon park date, Mandy shared with me a won­der­ful arti­cle she had read about “hands-free mama” and one moth­er’s quest to put away tech­nol­o­gy and be a part of her chil­dren’s lives. Just, “be present.” http://www.handsfreemama.com/ I clicked over that night and was so touched by the sim­ple “about me” page. It res­onat­ed deep into my soul, and I decid­ed to put this into effort. I sent Mandy an email shar­ing with her the change of my day. (copied/pasted below for my memories).
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Posted on 25 September 2012 by: Mama

Being Mama means…

• Hav­ing Mabel clap and cheer for you while yelling “Yay, mama, you did it!! You went pee-pee on the pot­ty!” It’s so nice to be appre­ci­at­ed for the lit­tle things.

• Mabel stop­ping (ran­dom­ly) what she’s doing to run over and plant a lit­tle pico (peck) some­where (any­where from knuck­les to knee caps) before run­ning back and resum­ing play where she left off.

• Hav­ing Dad­dy fall asleep on the job, send­ing Mabel to find mama who *should have been hav­ing* some nap time to her­self. Usu­al­ly announc­ing “Dad­dy fell asleep. Can you get up and play with me?” [sigh.]

• Hav­ing a hus­band who lets me escape most Sat­ur­days to have a few hours to myself…and so much needed!

• Hav­ing lim­it­ed Spanish…meaning that when I take too long to answer Mabel’s “¿como se dice…{fill in an eng­lish word}?” while I’m try­ing to think of the trans­la­tion, she announces “we have to ask Daddy!”

• Won­der­ing how “all” the oth­er mamas seem to be doing it all, while I bare­ly make it to 6:30 pm each day…

• Being amazed dai­ly at the won­der­ful lit­tle spir­it that blessed our home.

Posted on 21 September 2012 by: Mama

Being Mabel means…

Posted on 17 September 2012 by: Daddy

Shopping at TJs

Mabel loves to help — no mat­ter what it is. When­ev­er mama or dad­dy are clean­ing the house (yes, we clean the house some­times), Mabel will imme­di­ate­ly stop what­ev­er she’s doing, grab her Mabel-sized broom and pro­ceed to sweep our neat­ly gath­ered piles of dirt into oblivion.

I can ful­ly attribute Mabel’s inde­pen­dence and eager­ness to help to her mama. Here is a short video to show you what I mean: 

Posted on 30 August 2012 by: Daddy

Driving Miss Daisy

Mabel is always ask­ing mama or dad­dy to dri­ve the car. Dad­dy came up with a rule…“when Mabel can reach the ped­als and see out the win­dow, she can dri­ve dad­dy’s car.” I said that to her once, and she has repeat­ed it every since. 

Yes­ter­day we went to the fair with grand­ma and grand­pa, and while there, we saw the cars. Well, she was far from reach­ing the ‘ped­als,’ but boy did she turn that wheel! 

I can hon­est­ly say I can­not remem­ber her ever smil­ing this much in excite­ment before. It was awesome. 

Dri­ving Miss Daisy from David & Rebec­ca on Vimeo.