I’d be really mad. But he doesn’t, so I am cutting him a whole lotta slack lately. When he expresses his observations about “the years of old”, he has no idea he is TOTALLY callin’ his mutha an Old Lady. He sees black and white photos and thinks they are pictures of the/my old days (a.k.a. “When YOU were a kid, Mom…”)… but he takes it a step further. He actually thinks that trees and such were in black and white “back in the/my day”.
Oh mah achin’ back! Where’s that blasted-dum-diggity heating pad?
So, today he hits me with some questions that leave me reaching for my dentures cane a bit insulted. Take a peek at the following picture:
That there faucet belongs to a house in which friends live. Isn’t that a REALLY COOL faucet?! It’s so retro, like this old-school water pump, yes? Continue reading ‘If my son had any concept of time’
since I turned 16. Around here, we are gearing up for a big celebration of that anniversary at the end of October. And all this planning to celebrate an event that happened 20 years ago has me feeling a bit nostalgic. As I was cleaning the basement today, I came across my old high school year books. I looked through my 1988 and 1989 yearbooks, and read through some of the thoughtful notes my friends wrote to me…
Hey Kerry. Stay cool and rad. Brian F.
O.K. Bri… will do.
As I am giggling to myself, my 9 year old son wanders over. He wants to know what’s so dern funny. He looks at some of the photos with me. As I flip through the pages, I recognize the insecure girl that was me 20 years ago. I am not much different from that girl today… ‘ceptin’ I’m not as hyper… I’m sorry. That’s not true. Continue reading ‘It’s been nearly 20 years…’
One evening recently, Paul and I shared a beer over dinner. Our 9 year old son, Cole, asked when he’d be able to have a beer. That’s easy. I told him, “When you’re 21.” He said, “That’s like in 12 years!”
He’s so good with math.
Because I have a disconnected connector in my “appropriate” box, I continued… “And your first beer is going to be with Mom and Dad! You remember that, you’ll have your first beer with mom and dad.” Oh, can you just feel the trouble coming…
A couple of days later, Cole was alone with his dad and me in the car. We were bantering back and forth… giggling… having a nice time… like buddies at a bar… And out of the blue, my little poke about his first beer reared it’s hoppy, malted head… Cole inquired,
Is this what it’s going to be like when you guys take me for a beer?
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Oooh. That sounds so, so… 90210 (with Brenda and Kelly and Brandon and Dillon, not that new-fangled show - I am ALL about “old school”)… but back to soccer. I am writing about a new way of life for me, for my family. I am laying it all out, like a well-prepared student does with his/her clothing the night before school.
It all stated back in 197? when my dad made me play soccer because he was the coach. My poor dad. He never had a chance.
I mean - look at me (I’m the princess on the left - the princess on the right is Jen from Preteens, Toddlers, Newborns, Oh My!). How on earth does such an adorable little girl EVER play soccer??? Huh??? Hello!!! She TWIRLS! She PICKS DANDELIONS! Princesses do not “play” soccer. At least, not in the way The Soccer People intended. Continue reading ‘Confessions of a new soccer mom.’
Whew. I made it. For some reason, sending my daughter off to 1st grade - a FULL day of school was terribly hard. It hurt. I ached. I cried. I felt silly. My son was headed to third, the wee one was tearing it up at preschool. With those two - we hugged and waved, but my heart-strings stayed intact.
But my 6 year-old little girl… so “old”, but still so young. All day? Really??? As I left the classroom her teacher put her arm around my shoulder and asked if everything was alright. As tears filled my eyes like water fills a just-flushed toilet I squeaked, “She is, but I’m not.” I walked into the pod and saw a fellow mom (whose daughter was in Cole’s morning kindergarten class last year), and she was also teary-eyed. We talked for quite awhile. It was good - otherwise I might have made my way to my car and fallen into a weeping pile of… weepness.
It’s not that Cole is “easy” or perfect… but she’s my girl. And as messy and relentless as she is, she’s my precious little girl who will be gone most of 5 of 7 days of the week. Is that right? I know…I’ll get over it, but if anyone wants to get a coffee with me tomorrow morning… I’ll be at… email me :)
In other “First Day of School News” - Continue reading ‘The first day of school - pictures and all!’
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
I wonder if Charles Dickens had any idea these words would be considered an excellent synopsis for describing the condition, “motherhood”. Literally - I have experienced The. Best. Times. I have experienced The. Worst. Times… Light and Dark… Hope and despair.
Mercy… holding my newborn babies for the first time - kissing their pink lips and counting all ten toes… That was when Heaven was at the edge of my lips… it was at the tips of my fingers. And within mere days I would “go direct the other way” as sleep deprivation took over. Nothing prepares one for this. Nothing. It is rite of passage… a very dark passage.
Continue reading ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…’
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I love you… So. Much. I love you even though 9 years ago today I experienced he greatest amount of physical pain I will ever experience in my entire life… but that’s a whole other story that I will have to tell you when you are much older… Like when you are 16 and want us to buy you a car and I will tell you about… “all the pain you put me through when you were born… I can’t believe you would ask anything more from your bless-ed mother…”
Continue reading ‘My boy.’
Joel’s 2nd grade end of the year bowling and pizza field trip. This was his “team”.
Today was The Last Day of School and it makes me feel old… aged… older… aging…. sad.
When my life evolved to the point where it made sense to have a baby, I pictured myself the mommy of a soft baby, with buttercream for skin. Forever. My daydreams never veered. The whole world was pastel and cooed… Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star was the theme song that played softly in my dreamy, baby mamma heart.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that lasted, like, a month.
Continue reading ‘Remember the Sunsets: The Last Day of School’
Olivia cried early this morning, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come!!!”
That darned tooth had been hanging for weeks. The Tooth Fairy SHOULD NOT have missed her delivery. Plus, Cole just broke her wrist - the Tooth Fairy should never miss visiting the 6-year-old-girl with lopsided ponytails and a broken wrist.
Joel added from across the hall, “Yeah! Hey MOM! Remember the time the Tooth Fairy forgot to come for FOUR NIGHTS?!!!”
Yeah. She remembers. Maybe the Tooth Fairy should start depositing the cash straight into the kids’ therapy fund.
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