My Kids Survived Another Summer…barely!


Have you ever thought of putting your kids on Craigslist? This summer I actually sat down and wrote an ad…just for fun *wink.

“Two kids free to ANY family. Both need constant stimulation. A horse and NLL lacrosse star within arms reach would be a huge plus. Neither can quite finish any task for some unknown reason…but close. Constant supervision is mandatory. Attitude adjustments are required regularly. Money tree in back yard would eliminate the tedious whining. One sleeps till noon, the other is at your side the second your eyes open. Can only be in the same room together for 3 min max until the little one says “Jessssseeee donnnnn’t” and the big one says “wooooooow” and then all hell breaks loose. Taxi and maid service would be handy. They come with a dog they don’t walk that’s out of control…but really cute and loves to dig” (and then I realized I was dating! ) “I thought you had kids?” “Ya (insert long pause here) I did…” Not sure how that might play out!

My girlfriend Carri offered to have her daughter join the ad suggesting we give the two girls to the same family since blended families seem to be so popular (her daughter is 1/2 Filipino which = super cute)…then both my kids walked in my office and said “Mom, you’re the best Mom on the planet” and I loved them once again more than life itself. Their intuition is right on track! Moms just want love and affection and 10 minutes in the bathroom without hearing mom, mom, mom, mom through the door.

Anyone with kids the same age will totally relate. Parents of younger kids, all I can say is don’t judge, karma’s a bitch!

My daughter’s umbilical cord reattached to my womb over the summer. It happens when we spend lots of time together. I am NOT complaining. I remember getting the same feelings about my Mom as the summer came to an end. I couldn’t live without her throughout the year let alone after spending all day and night with her for 2 months. I got homesick at the thought of her being in another room. I can relate to my daughter very well.

I am taking every single hug and kiss I can get knowing that these moment are fleeting. My sons has a couple of years on his sister so he is at the age of loving his freedom…ahhh freedom remember that. He is awfully love-able for 13 so I can’t complain. I take every lingering boy hug I can get. I try not to make a big deal of it so it last longer. If I don’t move maybe he will forget I’m hanging on for dear life! He has his hormonal teenager moments like the rest of them that don’t go unnoticed but I have learned not to take them personally. He simply needs to flash that irresistible smile and I melt. Moms and their boys…sigh. 🙂

Being a Mom has been one of the best experiences I have ever had hands down. I’ve learned over the years to let go and allow my kids to grow. They have learned to be independent which has given them both confidence. My job now, it to just be there for moral support and teach them by example. (that is definitely questionable at times but hey, at least I’m honest!) I don’t mind telling you though it’s a bitter sweet time for me. I love spending time with my kids, they are incredible little human beings but I too have a life I need to reacquaint myself with in-order to be a great Mom!

Happy September Everyone! Enjoy each moment making memories with your little humans!

 

 

 

 

 

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We’ll See.

HorseI first read this parable in one of Wayne Dyer’s books.  (I’m sorry I forget which one – see my Still Alice post)  I have thought back to this story many times and found it so helpful in times when I’ve been on the edge of stressing over a situation that didn’t go the way I thought it “should” go.  I just wanted to share it with all of you.

We’ll See…

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.  One day his horse ran away.  Upon hearing the news, his neighbours came to visit.
“Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“We’ll see,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
“How wonderful,” the neighbours exclaimed.
“We’ll see,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg.  The neighbours again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“We’ll see,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army.  Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by.  The neighbours congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“We’ll see” said the farmer.

Bonnie


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Would it Be Too Much to Ask to Have My Husband Stuffed?

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One morning I was listening to a morning radio show and the subject peaked my interest.  They were asking the public if they agreed or disagreed about getting a family pet stuffed in order to hang onto it a little longer.

Some people’s pets are like family and anyone who has had a pet knows how sensitive this subject can be.  We mourn our animals sometimes more than we mourn our relatives and rightfully so.  Our furry companions are unconditionally in love with us, they give us a sense of security and really require very little in return.  Unlike some relatives we all know.

While I was listening intently to the callers it made me think of my husband, don’t ask, it just did.  I love more than anything to spend my weekend mornings having coffee with him in the living room because we always seem to have the best conversations about life and what ever else comes up.  For a moment I thought what if it’s not the dog that dies but him?  Why not get him stuffed if it were an option?  Is it really too much to ask?  Roy Rogers stuffed Trigger and were talking a horse here!  I mean it would have to be done professionally.  I would want him to be realistic or it wouldn’t be worth it.  I could request him be put in the seated position with his hand available for a coffee cup so we could continue our weekend ritual and still sit together and have coffee as we once did.  Perhaps this would make for an easier transition into being on our own.

Let’s go a little further with this.  So there we are on the weekend enjoying our morning java together fixing the world’s problems but like any relationship it starts to get stale after awhile and we start to loose interest in the other person’s ideas.  Or I should say I start to loose interest in his ideas, so I finally start to date.  My new boyfriend wants to come over to visit and I can no longer think of any good reason for him not to.  So I put a blanket over my husband because I am not quite ready to let go.  After a couple of curious boyfriends later I finally decide to move him downstairs to the basement for the kids to play with.  Oh how they use to love to wrestle with him after he came in from work.

We tried to keep him upstairs as long as we could because it was expensive to have him stuffed but now he is collecting dust.  My daughter couldn’t resist giving him a hair cut and my son put him in goal.  He is just not holding together as we had imagined.  In hindsight we should have just saved him for special occasions like Birthdays and Christmas even better Halloween but we really wanted to get our money’s worth.

Perhaps it is too much to ask and we should focus our lives on making memories that will last a life time!  Live in the moment people, or you may end up stuffed!

Tracy

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