Mother & Son: A Decade TogetherWritten by Valerie Zilinsky
As we welcome beginning of a new year, I am also reminiscing about an entire decade that I've spent as a mother to my son. My adult life began in 1991, when birth of my son forced me to grow up unexpectedly fast. Admittedly, I made some mistakes in beginning, but I wouldn't trade those ten years of my life for anything. My son and I embarked on a long journey together a decade ago. Our roles have changed periodically throughout this time. When he was learning his shapes and colors, I was his teacher. When we took our first cross-country road trip, we were both students of world around us. And when I learned to stand up for myself and be strong enough to make my own choices, I was student as he taught me about life in his own subtle and abstract ways. As we start a new decade together,
| | Music To My EyesWritten by Valerie Zilinsky
Feeling guilty about not volunteering enough at my son's elementary school this year, I signed up to chaperone their St. Patrick's Day party, a.k.a. "Irish Disco". Of course, my young daughter wanted to come along. I never thought I'd be taking my kids to their first dance at ages of four and nine!I hardly saw my son during whole party. He was hanging out with boys, and 'too cool' to sit with his mom and little sister. But it didn't bother me in least - I enjoyed two hours of watching both my children have an amazingly good time! The DJ had flashing lights, loud speakers, and most popular dancing and party music. My daughter put on her usual "shy act" for first fifteen minutes or so, until one of her favorite songs came on. It took about two seconds for her to start strutting her stuff on dance floor with girls from my son's class. There were other children her age there, but they weren't very interested in dancing. My daughter shows a true love for music and rhythm, and once she got herself moving, she was a natural! In my own childhood, I was quiet, very reserved, and shy. I would never ever get up in front of anyone and do anything that I didn't absolutely have to. I don't think I stepped onto a dance floor until I was over eighteen years old! I had a good childhood, but I do regret my bashfulness. It's so magical to me to see how truly outgoing my own daughter is now, and I will do everything possible to nurture that side of her - to keep her strong, independent, and proud of herself. I could see it on her face, that look of knowing that she was doing what felt right for her, and it didn't matter what world thought - it just felt good to dance!!!
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