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Adult in Training

No long post today, just two anecdotes about our fifty year old – err, I mean eleven year old.

Me: How was jiu jitsu? Was it what you thought it would be? Do you think it will be beneficial?

(I never stop talking, apparently. I’m pretty sure I frequently ask four questions all at once.)

E: Yes, I was quite pleased with the experience.

The next day…

Me: Oh my gosh, how was the movie!? Was it as good as the book? Did you guys have fun?

(See note for previous questions…)

E: Actually, I would highly recommend it!

Cracks. Me. Up. And I’m pretty sure I don’t even notice all of the times he speaks like an adult. It’s just him…until he gets so excited about something he can’t sit still and I can see the little boy that I’m pretty sure will always live inside.

Oh, and I’m starting to realize there may be a reason A talks non-stop. She clearly gets that from The Dad…

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Snow and Other Holiday Things

Home Alone is one of my favorite Christmas movies. Always has been.

When I was younger, one of my favorite parts was the complete chaos when everyone is staying in the same house, driving each other crazy, with the house seeming to burst with action. I grew up as an only child, with a mom who was an only and a dad whose family was so big (and not particularly close) that we rarely got together. All I wanted was a big family like that. Knowing each other so well, they can drive each other absolutely insane – yet gathering in the same house like a gigantic sleepover.

As an adult, I started noticing that – not only in Home Alone – but in every Christmas movie, ad, TV episode – Christmas almost always came with plenty of snow and some big community event on Christmas Eve. Snow dusts the evergreen branches, making them look like a holiday card while everyone makes their way to the town square or community center or huge neighborhood gathering (of course bearing food, singing carols or other Christmas-y things). Cars are driving past perfect views of white hillsides and powdered roads.

The problem?

None. Of. That. Is. Reality.

I know, it creates an image or it sets the scene. I get it. Really, I do.

But can I say that I actually spent way too much time being disappointed in reality? Completely let down when the snow didn’t come. Depressed that I don’t live on a street where there’s a fantastic holiday gathering for all of the neighbors. Downcast when rain sprinkled the holiday lights. Wistful that family get togethers are great – yet don’t last all night and into the next day.

Wait.

Is that actually what I would want?

Once I got past what I wanted Christmas to look like, things got so much better and brighter. Of course, I’d still rather have snow than rain. I still love family dinners and parties – the more the merrier. But, I also love things I’ve always loved about Christmas…

The feeling I get when I imagine the manger scene so many years ago,

The joy of finding a gift that is perfect,

The songs that fill the season,

The children’s Christmas program at church,

The decorations everywhere.

I’ve always loved those things. But when I push the curtain of “supposed to be” to the side, I find that I love them more. ❤️

(But I’m still wishing for a snowy Christmas!)

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Unpopular Opinions

I don’t want to give our kids everything they want.

It’s true. I’ll admit it – even though it seems to be an unpopular opinion.

We live in a time and place where we have enough. Far more than enough. Our family goes out to eat more often than I’d actually like, takes a big vacation every year and we have enough books to start our own lending library…not to mention clothes, tech devices and other things. When I actually think about it, it’s embarrassing.

Definitely, we draw lines. My mom, Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Frugality, once said I’m so tight I squeak. So I’ve been known to be a bit tight-fisted (although I’m loosening up). Yet, I look around our lives and our home and know we have more than we actually need…and much more than many people around the world.

As a result, no, I don’t really want to buy them everything they want. First of all, they’re kids. I’ve worked with enough kids to know that sometimes they “want” something because their friends have it or it looks cool…not because they will actually use it. Secondly, we do not need more stuff…and definitely not stuff that doesn’t get used. Finally, and unpopularly, you don’t get everything you want in life. I know they are kids and I don’t want them to suffer, but saying “no” sometimes doesn’t really upset me at all. (Truth: our kids don’t ask for much anyway. We’re probably just blessed in that respect.) Our goal is to raise successful adults. Which we believe means teaching them, in age-appropriate ways, things they will need to know in ten to fifteen years.

So, it’s out there. I’m that mom. My kids don’t get everything they want AND I don’t feel a bit guilty about it.

All bets are off for when we eventually become grandparents though.

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Seasons

Reeling in the memories, I used to force a smile while looking through the birthday pictures. Bittersweet images settled deep in my chest when I looked back at pictures from the toddler years.

Even though everyone said these would be the “hard years.” Despite trying to parent the most stubborn toddler on the block (ok, several blocks). Never mind that my boys were both little and needed me all the time. I loved those years.

I waited with anticipation each new skill they would master. Registering for preschool seemed like something I waited to do for years. Summers stretched in front of us with days and days of quality time. Days we filled with park trips and library visits, naps and making oobleck. Days before we had the money for vacations and the obligations of sports. Days before camps had us blocking off weeks of the calendar.

And, for awhile, I hated to see those years in the rear view mirror. I spent far too much time regretting what I hadn’t done. There were too many nights of lost sleep over the mistakes I’d made. Too much time devoted to thinking what I could have done better.

And having A helped me flip that switch.

D turns nine on Friday. And I could not be filled with more joy.

Instead of lost opportunities and hours of mentally beating myself up, I see a boy who is growing up and learning. I see his wit and his intelligence. I savor watching him laugh with friends, yet I also find myself looking forward to seeing him mature and become even more of his own person.

Rather than regretting the years that have past, I look forward to what’s coming. I pray those years are good – filled with just enough challenges to strengthen him and prepare him. Filled with joy mixed with a smattering of tears, so we can better appreciate the little moments, and with opportunities to learn and to grow. I pray D reaches the potential I know is in him…and I find myself excited to see how that will look.

Happy early birthday, to the boy who made me realize some kiddos defy all of the logic in parenting books! ❤️ you to the moon and back – times a million

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Bibliophile

Reasons to love a book:

It stretches your mind.

It exposes you to new ideas, people and places.

It shows you new ideas.

It teaches you something.

It makes you think in different ways.

It helps you escape the world.

It relaxes you.

It’s fun.

And, as a bonus, kids and books are cute together. 😀

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The Lesser of Two…Choices

Facebook is awesome.  If not for any other reason, for its “On This Day” feature.  (Which I’m counting on to help me fill I the gaps in A’s baby book. Mom of the Year, here.) But, yesterday I was reminded of a gem.  One of those things you’re sure you won’t forget and then it totally escapes your mind.

At school, the students had a mock election.  They did a bit of studying on the two major candidates and I tried to help educate the boys at home.  Like most of us, I had lots of options about the candidates, but I really did try to keep my big mouth shut and just give the facts.  Most of the time…  I get credit for trying really hard, right?

On Election Day, the boys were off to school and Facebook was suddenly filled by everyone’s posts from the polls.  I snapped a pic of baby A sporting an “I Voted” sticker and tried to steer my attention away from all political arguments.  Yikes.

Later that day, on the drive home from my parents’ house we talked about the school election – probably in an attempt to avoid talking any more about the real election. D dropped the revelation that he simply didn’t vote for either of the two choices, as he didn’t agree with either.

I assumed he voted for the major third-party candidate we’d discussed.

Never assume to know the ways of D, though.

He voted for Jose Molina.  Now D’s the biggest Cards fan I know.  But he emphasized that he didn’t vote for Yadi.  Nope.  The Cardinals need him.  Somehow his sweet D logic had him figuring Jose would be a better choice for president than either of the two major choices.  Maybe he’s not wrong?  You know, natural citizenship issues aside?  Who knows…I know virtually nothing about the guy, but D loves baseball and catchers and Molinas so he seemed to feel pretty secure in his choice.

The school later returned his ballot as a commemorative item to look at in ten years.  I wonder who he’ll be voting for then!

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#lovingit

I’m convinced that everyone needs someone like E in their life.

Stuck in traffic for hours while on vacation?

E: Hey!  At least we’re getting to spend a lot of time together as a family!

Raining while at Disney?

E: I bet the lines will be shorter when we come back.  Plus we get to sit down and rest for awhile so we have more energy later!

Terrible service at a restaurant?

E: At least she got Mom and Dad’s drinks right!

In trouble with Mom or Dad?

E: I understand that you love me and want what’s best for me.
So, E’s new to sleeping in the basement and I think he gets cold.  The Dad says I’m projecting, but… At any rate, I jumped at Grammy’s offer of a velour blanket.  By jumped at, I mean I may have used my influence to help E realize what a good idea it would be to accept the offer.

Last night, he hopped in bed on top of the blanket.  I’m pretty sure he was half-roasted the night before, since his regular comforter was relegated to a heap beside the bed.  Yet, E said he wasn’t too hot and had a new idea. He wanted to sleep on the blanket and under the comforter.

Okay.

In he goes.  He flops like a fish for a bit.  (This is his method of finding the right place and position for sleeping.  He repeats this until he gets it right.  All night long, I think.) Then, an “ahhhhh.”

E proclaims it to be an “envelope of comfort and coziness.”  As I reached for the light, I heard, “hashtag loving it.”  

And I smiled.  Because, being his mom?  I’m #lovingit.

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