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Thirty-Nine Lessons I May Have Learned

Today, August 19, 2010, marks my 39th birthday. It is one of those birthdays that aren’t quite real in that when you mention it is your 39th birthday (or your 29th), people tend to wink and nod and think you are really turning 40 (or 30). But I’m not. I’m 39 today.

What does it mean to turn 39? After 39 years on the planet, what have I learned about myself, about parenting, about writing, about love, about marriage, about life? I’m not sure, but I want to make an effort to figure it out at least 39 times. At this point, I’m not sure if I can come up with 39 things or if I’ll be able to come up with 139, but the plan is 39 things. I’m going to go ahead and get started now:

  1. You are never too old to learn something new. I went back to get a master’s degree in 2006, and I plan to eventually get a PhD. And even without the pursuit of formal degrees, I love to learn.
  2. Although I absolutely love to engage in a DIY project, I am not a carpenter, and it shows. It might be that the project is unfinished for months (years), but the imperfections just add to the character of our home, right? I still love doing DIY projects.
  3. I have never regretted taking the time to learn HTML code or anything about how computers work.
  4. Parents need to know as much as if not more than their children know about technology.
  5. Marrying the right man is an important first step in having a good marriage, but the work doesn’t stop there.
  6. Laugh. Be goofy. Don’t skip doing something because you are afraid of looking silly or stupid.
  7. Don’t skip doing something because you are afraid of failing (OK, I admit it, I am STILL learning this lesson.).
  8. No matter how hard you work to protect your children and your pets, both can still get hurt anyway.
  9. Even if you aren’t a sentimental parent, you will suddenly find tears in your eyes when you realize your youngest daughter finally grew so much this summer that she is almost the same height as your oldest daughter. And no, you aren’t sure why you didn’t realize that when she brought you the garbage bag full of pants that were now too short.
  10. Children are rough on a home and furniture. Eventually, your son’s bedroom will need major drywall repair, but if you let him use his “cover it with posters” strategy long enough, you can possibly wait until he is old enough to fix it himself.
  11. Buy lots of posters.
  12. Amazing husbands are rare. Be thankful you have a rare one and make sure he knows you feel that way.
  13. You can do little things for your husband without being in danger of becoming your mother.
  14. Yes, teenagers do sometimes talk to their parents in “a tone” that makes the parents want to strangle the offending teens, but your teen probably can’t hear that she is using “a tone” anymore than you could when you were a teen.
  15. Counting works. Start counting when your children are young and ALWAYS follow through. You’ll be glad you did when your child is a teen and still responds to hearing the number “four” and stops before you have to say “five.”
  16. Yes, your dad only let you talk on the phone for 10 minutes under his supervision. You hated it. Times have changed. Your child can talk outside of your hearing for longer than 10 minutes. Times haven’t changed enough yet though to make it OK for your child to be making phone calls in the middle of the night.
  17. Cell phones are optional for children even teens. Parents do not have to provide them. When parents do, it is perfectly OK to go through the child’s texts and set restrictions about when and how the phone is used.
  18. You are not limited by where you live. If you want to do something, find a way.
  19. Work hard.
  20. Stop working and spend time with your family.
  21. You CAN go at least 24 hours without technology especially if you spend those hours with your husband and/or family.
  22. Dance.
  23. Yelling doesn’t solve anything. It can even make things worse. You feel bad and so does the person you are yelling at. Knowing all of this doesn’t make you stop yelling. But you can keep working on yelling less.
  24. Words are useful, and there are no “bad” words, but there are times and places and audiences where words should be carefully chosen and some words should be avoided.
  25. Writing can help you discover what you are thinking.
  26. Punctuation and spelling are not the most important things you need to know in order to be a good writer. Most people do not realize this.
  27. At one time in your life, one person may have said something about you or your skills or your lack of skills. Years have passed, and you still remember. Don’t let it limit or box you. Even if it was true then, it doesn’t make it true now. And the person who made the comment probably forgot about it two second later, so why continue to give the statement power?
  28. Everyone doesn’t have to like you. You can be OK with that.
  29. You must always have good reading material available. You never know when a snow storm might hit.
  30. Spending money on yourself can be a good thing. Being a mom doesn’t mean you have to be a frump.
  31. Flirt with your husband.
  32. Sometimes the cheapest deal isn’t really a deal. Sometimes you’d be better off paying a bit more for good quality.
  33. Take photos and videos, but remember to take time to put down the camera or video player and live in the moment too.
  34. It is easier to find things and keep them in good shape in a clean house, but you will never keep things as clean as your mother-in-law. That’s OK.
  35. Embarrass your children once in a while. They’ll be sure to return the favor whether you do or not.
  36. Everyone should learn how to read a map.
  37. Things don’t go away just because you try to ignore them.
  38. Your children are wonderful and frustrating and smart. They are not you or your husband. You like them anyway and love them always.
  39. About 20 years ago, all you wanted was to wake up each day next to the love of your life. Your living the dream, and it is even better than you thought it would be even when he does steal your pillow. I love you, Steve.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Thirty Nine!

  • Today, my husband of 2015* plus years turned 39! Happy Birthday, Steve! (That would be one of “The Goods” that I promised.)
  • Tomorrow, my father-in-law will have tests and then on Wednesday, he will have surgery to replace one of his heart’s valves with a pig’s valve. It will go well. I said so.(Not a bad or ugly…a worrisome?)
  • My daughter might not be great at algebra, but she definitely has talent. Tonight, her father told her, “Finish your homework. You can plan your career in the circus later.” She was balancing a spoon on her nose, and she also showed us a new talent she learned in English class (not from the teacher): how to balance her pencil on her upper lip and then catch it in her mouth. (Might be another worrisome one, or a funny one, but a good parent would probably say this is bad. Note, I didn’t say it was bad.)

    Amanda doing her algebra homework.

  • The scratches on the sides of my hubby’s truck after I drove it in the woods. Sorry.(This would be the ugly that I promised you.)
  • The YA book, “The Summer I Got a Life” by Mark Fink is excellent! It was laugh out loud funny, and my oldest daughter thanked me for telling her to read it too. It is a great book.(A good for those of you keeping track who might be wondering.)
  • Potential Ugly: I’m not saying it here because someone will tell someone who does not need to know, and I am not going there again! And even if she did know, I still wouldn’t but this is different because blood is involved and not optional blood. (Oh, I didn’t say cryptic in the title did I? Oh, well, you get it anyway.)
  • Captain Morgan did me in this weekend, and I ended up going home to bed before everyone else even left to go to the bar.(It was good right up until it became ugly, and it was bad well into the next day.)
  • Autumn went to state for her flute duet, and she ended up with a very tough judge, but she still managed a II.(A good/bad mix.)
  • While in Mt. Pleasant, we planned to “just look” at prom dresses. We ended up finding a yellow dress Autumn loved that was 50 percent off at JC Penney’s. (It’s this one), and on top of the 50 percent off, there was a 15 percent customer appreciation discount, so we bought it for $40.50 total.(A good.)
  • Autumn and Amanda also managed to get some great deals at Kohl’s, and we even picked something up for Maxine. Best bargain: Amanda picked up a top she liked for $2.40, and Autumn bought a pair of skinny jeans for $4.40.(A good.)
  • Meanwhile, at home, the hubby was replacing our sump pump because yet another appliance died, and this one is pretty important because if it is not working, sewage could back up into our house (it didn’t, but I’m glad to know now it won’t).(Could have been ugly or bad, but since it is fixed, we will call this good.)
  • *Apparently the algebra-challenged daughter might get her skills from me since the oldest child pointed out to me that I haven’t been married for 20 years. I have, however, been dating him for 20-plus years. We have been married, however, for only 15 plus years.

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Oh Noes! She DID the math!

Math is evil, and as an English major, you would think I could avoid it. But, alas, I can’t. It seems numbers keep popping up all over the place. I have those horrible numbers on my bathroom scale, the number of wrinkles around my eyes when I smile, the number of birthdays my children continue to celebrate (today Justin turns 11!), and then there is the checkbook and the paycheck and the monthly bills and well, you get the idea that even as an English major, I find it hard to avoid numbers.

But that doesn’t mean I willingly go off and chase them down. Oh no! For that, I have Lani (even if she did temporarily for writing purposes only change her name to Lucy).

She did the math. In 516 days, Lani will turn 40. And Lani is a member of Club 32, and it just seems impossible to me that anyone in Club 32 will be 40 in 516 days. And I’m not sure I agree with her assessment that she is almost 40 because if I did that then by default, Club 32 is “staring down the barrelhead of forty.” Not because she is wrong but because I don’t wanna!

And. And. She is delusional. She claims she will blog every day for 516 days. She who disappears for months! And this isn’t me being mean. She admits her faults herself.

AND just maybe that is what I really object to — the idea that it might be time that I wake up and realize that here in my brain I am no longer 32 (or as she says 24). That maybe the way I have been doing things is wrong, and I might want to think about changing. That maybe the real me in my head and the me presented to the world (all nooks and crannies of my world(s)) should match. Possibly.

What is Club 32? Well, it is a bunch of women who were and/or are members of Momwriters (hopefully that one is self-explanatory) who all turned 32 in the same year and who pretty much started blogging that year as well.

There were a LOT of us, and I hesitate to name them all for fear that I might miss someone, but here goes: Lani, Shelley, Kira, Kim H, Cate, Lisa and me. There were also unofficial members (they who weren’t turning 32 that year) like AGK, Barb Huff, and Kim W.

I do NOT even want to start counting how long it has been since we were 32, and for that matter, I’m not ready to count the days until I turn 40. It is NOT this year. It is NOT next year. I don’t care what Lani and her math say — I have at LEAST two years!
40-38=2. This is all I need to know. We will NOT do algebra and figure out the whole, 2x-y if x=365 and y is (365 x 2)-z where z is the number of days that have passed from Aug. 19 to current day.

And YES that formula will work, but I do not want to figure it out. I never said I could NOT do math. I just don’t wanna!

But most of all — I am just happy that one of my favorite writers (and someone I call a friend) will be writing more often, so I can read her words. She plans to write differently, more deeply about the real her instead of the public her, and I hope I learn how to do the same from her brave example.

But mostly, new daily reading material! Yay me!

15 Reasons I Love You (even when you drive me crazy!)

autumn15. You aren’t afraid to laugh loud and hard. The sound of your laugh can make me feel good, and it also makes it very easy for me to find you.

14. Your cheerleading tendencies — I know you would hate being called a cheerleader (I’m sure you are rolling your eyes as you read this), but you do a BEAUTIFUL job of cheering on your friends and team mates. You never fail to tell someone when they are doing a good job, and you work very hard to get other people motivated and fired up. I like hearing your chatter when you play sports.

13. When you are grumpy and tired and your siblings won’t leave you alone, you find me and curl up next to me and call me Mommy.

12. Your independence — you know what you want and you know what you need to do (although this one does sometimes get you in trouble when you’ve been told you can’t do it).

11. When I am cooking dinner and a sibling or your dad distracts me, you take over stirring the food without being asked. This is usually done without either one of us realizing it, but you have saved more than one dinner from being burned and for that, I suspect, the rest of the family loves you too.

10. Your ability as a writer — you write amazing stories that I love to read.You are a very talented fiction writer.

9. Your voice when you sing (if not all of your musical selections)

8. Your attempts to manipulate me even when you know they won’t work.

7. Your ability to admit when you are wrong even if your agreement is only to me and only lasts for the length of the trip in the car.

6. Your curly hair even though you prefer it straightened. I love the way you look with your head full of curls.

5. The redness of your cheeks and the blue of your eyes.

4. When you finish reading a really good book and your first words to me are “Mom, you HAVE to read this” and then you tell me why.

3. Watching you play softball — you are good, and I love the way your eyes sparkle when you catch a fly ball. (I enjoy watching you play any sport, but your love for softball shines through.)

2. Listening to you talk about your day — you are always so animated and excited.

1. That there are signs that my 15 years of nagging are starting to pay off. For instance, this morning when you went into the mudroom and noticed your siblings were not following the system that you created, and you wondered out loud how long it would take before they figured it out. Based on your own learning curve, I estimate 13 years of nagging. Luckily, I started nagging them long before you did, so you won’t have to wait the full 13 years.

Happy Birthday, Autumn!

P.S. Where is my Klondike bar?

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Birthday Bash Burnout

autumnsbdayI thought I had learned my lesson and learned it well. Last year I invited six five-year-old girls to my home to celebrate my oldest daughter’s fifth birthday party.

We finger painted. We blew bubbles. We colored. We danced. We belted out the latest Disney tunes. That took all of fifteen minutes. I still had another 45 minutes to fill and I was out of ideas.

This year I had planned to improve. My daughter’s list of who to invite grew by leaps and bounds. I remained firm. I sent invitations out early. I booked the local fast food restaurant’s play area. I had learned my lesson.

I mentioned the upcoming party to a friend of mine. In return I got sympathetic advice to be sure to pack some aspirin. No, that was last year. She smiled knowingly.

“Mom can I have everyone spend the night? Please,” my daughter begged. I gave in. We were up until midnight. The next day, we removed the birthday banner and the crepe paper. My daughter was thrilled. I was tired. The party had been a success.

Less than two weeks later and another birthday bash is upon me. My youngest daughter is about to turn three. I plan a simple family party. I’ll make a cake and put up the banner.

Then we see THE cake. On the cover of Woman’s Day magazine is a cake complete with a blue Jello pool and Teddy Graham swimmers and sun bathers.

“Please?” my soon to be three year old begs. I relent. Have you ever tried to use icing to create tiny bathing suits on teeny tiny teddy bear shaped crackers at 2 a.m.? I keep telling myself it is worth it. She only turns three once. I’m creating memories.

I crawl into bed around 3 a.m. I’m up again at seven with my husband as he prepares for work. He asks what the house looks like. House? Oh no! I get up and string some crepe paper and put up the banner just in time.

The birthday girl wakes up and wanders out of her room. She stares up at the banner hanging on the living room wall.

“Can I go into the kitchen Mommy?” she asks.

“Sure,” I answer perplexed. I follow her as she walks into the kitchen and looks up at the bare ceiling.

“Where’s the rest?” she asks. It seems I didn’t decorate the kitchen with enough crepe paper for her demanding tastes. I quickly show her the pool cake. She is enchanted.

I think from now on I am sticking to my original plan. I will adhere to the KISS method. (Keep it Simple, Stupid). I will buy the cake, keep the party to family members and one friend maximum. I will….

“Mom,” interrupts my four year old. “Can I have a pool cake for my birthday?” Before I can stop myself, I have agreed to a pool cake, and a party for ten of her closest friends. I finally remembered how to say no when she asked for the horse. She gives me a kiss.

KISS, my plan…. So much for that plan. Her party will be in October, which reminds me…. I need to make their Halloween costumes. Can you pass the aspirin?

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