Mother’s Day

Thank you, my kolohe girl for giving me the opportunity to love you, teach you, support and encourage you. To guide you, and motivate you.

Thank you for letting me pick you up when you fall down. Thank you for letting me say “be careful”. Thank you for listening when I say “go for it”. Thank you for questioning everything and arguing when you disagree.

Thank you for letting me give you my heart. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for showing me what I’m capable of. Thank you for pushing me to the limits of what I think I can handle and allowing me to see beyond what I already knew.

Our adventure together has only just begun, but if only you knew how long I waited to love and be loved by someone like you. To witness innocence, to partake in silliness, to overcome sadness and to become resilient. To open my heart to pain and happiness in new ways, to find a reason to fight for all the things I couldn’t fight for when I was young. To fight for you, and show you how beautiful the world can be when we work hard, help one another, love, and act humble.

Thank you my kolohe girl, for making me a mama. I love you beyond words.

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Eruption

So far, as far as we know, our house still stands. 31 homes have been destroyed, or reclaimed- depending on your view of the situation. Living in a Lava Zone One comes with the understanding that someday it could happen. The lava could return. And it has, for who knows how long.

It’s humbling, it’s incredible, it’s sad, it’s nature. It’s Pele doing work. It’s the earth doing it’s thing.

These videos are reposted from Hawaii News Now.

Take your daughter to Work Day

When I was a kid I always wanted to participate in the “Bring your daughter to work day”, day. I recall always hoping my dad would ask me to join him on his construction site. I never got to go….and look at me now, I can’t seem to get away from them. Who would have thought.

Was this a form of reverse psychology dad??

My cupkeiki gets lots of time on our jobsites. She’s a regular, she loves it (most of the time) we love it (most of the time) and it’s a great learning experience for a lot of life lessons, such as: avoid hitting body parts while swinging a hammer, ladders can cause pain, sometimes dirt gets in your eye, many liquid materials do not wash out or off, the bobcat provides ample opportunities to practice one’s fight or flight skills and construction trash is a great source of imaginative treasure…just to name a few.

Today my keiki woke up and said “I don’t think I should go to school today”. A slight fever, ear aches, tummy ache, runny nose and headache were listed. I agreed to keeping her out, and signed her up for my own “Bring your daughter to work day” experience. I brought her to our warm cozy office and after an hour and some Tylenol, she fell asleep under the desk. She’s lightly snoring, Dora the Explorer is playing in the background and my heart is content.

As maybe you’ve discovered lately, things are changing here at mycupkeiki. I don’t have tons of shared crafts to post, I don’t have a ton of mama posts about figuring things out. That’s because she’s different. She needs me in a whole new way, gone are the diapers, the nursing and her toddler ways. So the blog must change, and that’s awesome. Hopefully anyone reading and noticing the changes are enjoying them.

She Just Does It

Confession: as a child I used to be afraid to eat certain things. Not because of taste, texture, appearance…but because I felt I had to save it for a special moment.

Hollow chocolate bunnies sat in their brightly colored boxes with plastic windows begging to be consumed but I never found the perfect reason to devour them.

This of course led to other things never being used for fear of not having them at that “special” moment. Fire crackers, pencils, hair ties, articles of clothing. It’s embarrassing to admit, really.

But my cupkeiki is different. She sees the chocolate bunny and doesn’t hesitate. It’s consumed with enthusiasm. Gone are the ears first, then head, then body. And as I watch her chomp away, and smile with milk chocolate coated teeth, two things cross my mind: 1. Go brush those teeth and 2. I envy how she just goes for it, with all things, all the time.

When I grow up, I want to be like that.

The Worst

(Sometimes my requests for a funny photo really work out)

I used to tell her that I’d call, “The Worst”. If she threw a fit or didn’t listen after the however many times I’d ask. If she said something mean, did something not nice. I’d hold my phone up to my ear and I’d say:

“Yes… hello… I’d like to speak with The Worst…”

I would intentionally drag out getting The Worst on the line.

Her eyes would grow big. She would move closer to me, hold my leg or kind of pace in a circle in front of me anxious of what I would say.

“Yes, is this The Worst because I have a report to make…”

And then she would start asking me not to call anymore, to hang up, that she didn’t want The Worst to come over. She didn’t want to know what would happen if The Worst were to show up.

And then I’d say something along the lines of, “oh yes she’s suddenly changed her mind about ____ behavior” and thank The Worst and pretend to hang up.

Actually, as I think back on it, I’m glad I never had to figure out anything beyond making a pretend phone call. The second The Worst actually had to show up, the gimmick would have been up and I would have had to come up with something entirely new, entertaining and effective to do and as an imaginative person myself, it might not have been too difficult but The Worst really worked the best. It worked to call The Worst every now and then. To give a little balance check, a reset to the mood that wasn’t working.

As my cupkeiki grows and learns and stops falling for some of the gimmicks I’d come up with, I find nostalgia pulling at my heart strings for the funny but important (at least for myself) ways we would work through stuff. I’m glad we had The Worst.

So here’s to The Worst. To the imaginary person who would potentially come at a parents request. My cupkeiki never wanted to meet The Worst because, who knew what that would entail and that was all that we needed.