Do you ever have those moments where something your parents said rings out in a moment you’re having with your children? Well, it happens to me. I find myself sounding like my mom or my dad and thinking “how did I let this happen?”
This week, two separate instances reminded me of one of the scariest moments of my teenage life.
I was driving to my step-dad’s company picnic in the Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme recently passed down to me.
My little sister was in the car with me.
We spotted a young mother, walking with a baby on her hip. It was so hot outside. If I remember correctly, she was pulling another young child by the hand and she had a gallon of milk. She just looked over-whelmed. Read the rest of this entry
Last night my husband had the foresight to ask Blondie and her Beau if they would do a little babysitting so he could take me out for a Valentine’s date, a day early. I don’t know why, I got those teenager bubbles in my stomach. I had a new red dress hanging in the closet, so Blondie and I made a voyage to buy new shoes, a few accessories, and for the first time all week, I broke out the good mascara. I even bought him a Hallmark! Read the rest of this entry
So we made it through another football season, cheerleading season, school year, baseball season, after school program, softball season, and dance recital. I’m getting pretty good at moving from season to season and this year we even accomplished a few firsts! I have to say that every time I get really overwhelmed, feeling like this task is far too big to complete it well, I think back to where I was 5 years ago when I tucked 4 babies in and said to myself “what are we gonna do now?” Read the rest of this entry
It seems like lately all I do is apologize. I’m sorry we’re running late to softball practice, I had to drop off the boys at baseball first. I’m sorry I forgot to text you back, my phone went off fourteen hundred times last night and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry my dog got out of the house, I’ve tried my best to train the kids to only let them in the back yard. And I’m sorry, oh so very sorry that this house is never ever as clean as it once was, which was never quite as clean as I wish it was. But most of all, I’m sorry I’ve had to say I’m sorry so many times, and frankly, I’m sick of being so sorry…. Read the rest of this entry
I haven’t cried since my Blondie left home. I’ve been too busy being excited for her. First I was busy making phone calls and helping her find places to go, apartments to see, people to talk to. Then I was busy packing her room. Then I was busy renting a U-haul. Then I was busy loading up the big ugly van complete with one three-legged dog.
The Big Ugly Van survived another trip cross-country. It’s not pretty, but sure is Built FORD tough!
Then I was busy driving her things to Nashville. Read the rest of this entry
“BONUS MOM.” That’s what my step-sister has always called my mom. I never gave it much thought really but today I’m thinking I really like that way of looking at it.
I’m one of those people with a family tree so tangled you could know me ten years and all not have it figured out but basically I have 5 sisters. I have two “real” sisters, two step-sisters from my dad’s house and one from my mom’s house. Yep, pretty much all girls.
As a child I wasn’t too happy that my parents were divorced. I was even more unhappy that they entertained thoughts of get remarried. It’s hard to believe how long ago that was.
What can I say, it was the 80s!
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While Blondie is in the middle of chasing her big dreams, finding a spot to sing and carving out a new life, things in the zoo are changing too. It is a bitter sweet experience to pack your child’s things into boxes, and prepare to send all their stuff out of the house. Sure, we could use the room to spread out the other kids a little more, but there’s something so quiet about the emptiness of her absence.
Our house has always been loud and rambunctious and spunky! Our house has been the battle ground for karaoke wars and the place where all the neighborhood kids eat up the fruit snacks and help build forts in the back yard with my new blankets. But Daddy is getting older and we all know Daddy’s get grumpier with age, and Blondie is definitely the only one who could say “Dad, chill…”
So, now that she’s in Nashville, the house seems to be taking on a different vibe. Everyone seems to notice she’s gone. Her dog is sleeping under her bed, whining at the door, and wagging her tail in a fury whenever we mention the name “Hannah”. I knew the dog would miss her, but the little kids, well I thought they’d be too busy fighting over her room to notice she was gone.
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Last Tuesday I got to work, and suddenly I had a feeling in the gut of my stomach. I have seen Blondie do a lot of things. I know when she is going to beg for new jeans, change her hair color, “accidentally” ruin her cell phone, or break up with her boyfriend. Call it magic, esp, or mother’s intuition, but I can tell when she’s up to something.
I got out my phone and sent her a text message. “Why do I think you’re about to break up with **him** and do something crazy?!” I asked her.
“Are we really that bonded Mom?” She replied, and then she said “you can read me like a book!’ Read the rest of this entry
I always knew one day our little song bird would fly away. I always knew one day her journey would become something magical in nature. I always knew she’d never take no for an answer. But I never knew it would happen quite the way it did… Read the rest of this entry
Well, it finally happened. My lotus finally died. I’ve got to say, we had some really good times. She was among the first of the touch screens to make an appearance in the world. It was sad to watch her go from Elite to Extinct!
But all good things must come to an end… I was that lady on the commercial where is says “2006 called, they want their camera phone back!” Yep, the keys had been texted on so many times, the letters were completely rubbed off. You just had to know exactly where they were to use that phone. Read the rest of this entry