Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Story of My Life

I promised more rewritten One Direction. I'm sure you've been waiting with bated breath, so here it is. Many of you were lucky enough never to have heard the Midnight Memories song on which I based my Mid-Life Crisis Hair, but if you have not yet heard this one, well I'm very jealous. (And please tell me where you live and so I can move there.)

The Story of a Mom's Life. Just in time for summer. Oh you know, that time of year when we have to have sunshine because we cannot possibly deal with both snow AND children being home all day. (There's a word for that time of year, it's called Christmas Break and you know as well as I do that if it lasted longer than 2 weeks there are very few of us who could survive it.) 

In the interest of full disclosure, my kids are getting a little bit older so many of our current day battles are less about bedtime and more about ... well, I have 3 girls. I'm not sure what they are about. Neither are they. I just know there's a lot of crying. And pouting. And screaming. And more crying. However, in my last 18 years as a mother I can say with total candor that all of these things are issues I have dealt with. Frequently. If not issues I am currently dealing with (Yes, my fridge does actually stink...or maybe it's the freezer. Or the garbage disposal. Don't judge.)

At any rate, I hope you enjoy my re-written Story of My Life. I hope it lets you know that you're not the only one locking themselves in the bathroom to enjoy a candy bar alone like it's crack. And I hope it makes you laugh. Because without laughter, let's just say that the life of a parent would be less...well, um, livable.


The Story of My Life

Written on these walls is the crayon that I can't erase
Leave the bathroom door open; they're gonna come in anyway
Wake up in the morning and the dishes are still sitting in the sink
Better clean the fridge out...the lettuce is starting to stink

And I'll be up late tonight
The kids won't go to bed without a fight
Demanding drinks of water, a book, a nightlight
With no breaks in between

The story of my life
Now can you guess
Which movie's on? Did you say yes?
That's right...it's Fro-o-o-zen
The story of my life
I'm losing hope
They spend my cash
Until I'm broke
(It's true)
The story of my life

Overflowing in the baskets is laundry that I can't fold
You're lucky I washed it, now put it away like you're told!
I'll wake up in the morning just to do the whole thing over again
Dreaming of the day that I can sleep in until 10.
  
And I'll be hiding out somewhere
I've only got one Coke left; don't wanna share
Go ahead keep getting toys out; I just don't care
Cuz nothing's ever clean

The story of my life
Now can you guess
Which soundtrack's on? Did you say yes?
That's right...it's Fro-o-o-zen
The story of my life
No time alone
Especially when 
I'm on the phone
(It's true)
The story of my life

And I'll be waiting for the day you get along
Cuz something tells me that my patience is not that strong

The story of my life
Now can you guess
Which movie I wish I'd seen 50 times less?
That's right...it's Fro-o-o-zen
The story of my life
Go right ahead
Wear stripes with plaid
My will is dead
(It's true)
The story of my life

The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life


Thursday, May 22, 2014

To My #1 Fan.









To my beautiful daughter on her graduation day,

I cannot believe this day is actually here. I tried my best to keep it from coming, but it came anyway. Faster than I thought was possible. What words can I say to the girl I grew up with? I can barely remember a life without you in it. From the moment that I first looked into your beautiful face, my world was changed forever. And then you went and did it. You grew up. Far too quickly for my liking. (Well, except for that time between ages like 13 & 14 when we didn't like each other at all for close to a straight year. That could not have gone quickly enough.) I feel like I'm not really ready to let you go just yet. Truth be told, I may never be. I can't really imagine my life without you. Oh, I know that I will always be your mom and we will always be a big part of each other's lives. But I also know that you are going to go off and make your own life. A life where I am merely supporting character and no longer your co-star. It's going to be a very different movie;. I'm not sure I can do it without you.

From the beginning, we had quite the co-dependent relationship. Those first years, you looked to me for food and comfort and safety and I , in turn, desperately clung to you for the peace and joy and warmth you brought to me. You were the first to teach me about pure happiness and unconditional love. You needed me. And you have no idea how much I needed you. You have taught me so much in the time that I have been your mother. I only hope that I have taught you even half as much. You have always been brilliant and funny and absolutely beautiful and it has been the most amazing thing in the world to be your mom. I adore you more than I could ever say and I could not be prouder of the young woman you have become.

I could go on forever talking about how much you mean to me, but I wish now just to leave you with three things that I hope you already know, but it never hurts to be reminded of.

#1: Be Strong
You, my love, already possess such an inner strength. You always have. You have dealt with a lot in your short life. It pains me to say it, but you will deal with much more before it's through. Be strong. The world will try to crush you at times. People will be cruel. Life will give you days that you don't feel like you can possibly get through. You can. I promise. It might take some reaching sometimes, but the strength to get through it is there. Some of your trials will make you stronger. Some will make you question your faith and your ability to withstand it. You will get through them all. And you will thrive. When you are feeling weakest, have the strength to ask for help. We are a prideful couple of people, you and I, but sometimes the best way to show strength is by allowing others to lift and support you.

#2: Be Kind
You are one of the most compassionate and thoughtful people I have ever known. You have the ability to see when someone needs something, and the gentleness to lend a helping hand. Every person you meet has seen suffering in their lifetime. Some people become kinder and more generous because of what they have been through. Some people become bitter and angry and mean. Treat them all with compassion. The ones who seem to deserve it least are often the ones who need it most. I can promise you that you will never regret the choice to treat others with respect and love.  It will sometimes be difficult to be kind, but it will always be worth it.

#3: Look Up
I know there are those who do not believe in a higher power. But I know for myself that I have someone I can turn to when I can't do it by myself. So do you. Someone who knew you even before I did. Someone who knows you and cherishes you as one of His own. Look to Him always. Faith will get you through when you cannot find it in you anymore to be kind, or to be strong, or to take one more step forward. He knows you. He loves you. You are never alone. Look up.

I love you, Fantasia. I loved you from the second you became mine. I love you more every day. You are beautiful. You are capable. You are amazing. And you are mine. Forever mine.

All my Love,
 Mom

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Optimism: It's What's for Dinner

It has now been a week since my husband unexpectedly lost his job. I can't say that it's been a great week. There have definitely been both ups and downs. Moments where I feel peace and moments where all I want to do is redeem my Get Out of Nightmare Free card. But gloominess and self-pity have never been my strong suits. So I have taken to thinking about how it could be worse. Because it could definitely always be worse. And then I decided to compose 5 reasons why having an unemployed husband is not the worst thing that could have happened. In an attempt to be the glass half full kind of gal. Cuz who wants a half empty glass??

Reason #1: I could have an unemployed husband AND not have bought these shoes.
Admit it. That was a narrowly averted tragedy. I ordered these shoes on Monday and found out Tuesday night that LaVerl had lost his job. It could have been so much worse. Could you imagine if I had found out just one or two days earlier?? I never would have been able to justify buying not just one, but two pairs of gladiator wedges (I also bought them in black; I am nothing if not practical.) The ramifications are more than I can fathom. I had been searching far and wide for shoes such as these for months. That's right, months. So we may not have any source of income right now, but my feet...my feet at least are very happy. And pretty.



Reason #2: I could have an unemployed husband AND funny-looking kids.
I know, it's one of the most un-politically incorrect things I could say. I shouldn't be saying it. I need all the good karma I can get. But that doesn't make it untrue. Don't get me wrong. I do not take any of the credit for my gorgeous kids. We have all seen cases where beautiful people make some really funny looking kids and vice versa. And beauty, of course, is only skin deep. But my kids are also pretty amazing. They are funny and smart and resilient and kind (not to me or each other mind you, but generally speaking) and even the youngest of them understands the slight nuances of sarcasm. Lincoln, at the tender age of 4, just said to me the other day, "Your mom is too windy to play outside." That, my friends was a very proud yo mamma moment for me. Just thinking about it brings tears of pride to my eyes. My kids are awesome. I can't imagine how sad I would be if they weren't.

Reason #3: I could have an unemployed husband AND not have Netflix.
I should be cutting expenses right now. Anywhere and everywhere that I can. But I just can't make myself get rid of my $8 a month Netflix account. I. Cannot. Do it. Netflix has gotten me through some pretty rough times in the past, and this last week has been no different. Parks & Recreation. Arrested Development. Mad Men. Random documentaries on volcanoes and the Titanic. Where would I be without Netflix? In a very dark, very dreary and very humorless place. That's for sure.

Reason #4: I could have an unemployed husband AND live in a place where it snows 6" on Mother's Day.
Oh wait. It did?? I do?!? Oh, ok. Scratch that one then. I guess I could live somewhere where it snows...well, more than that. In fact, on May 4 of 1812, it snowed 12 inches in Keene, New Hampshire. It could be worse, I could live in Keene, New Hampshire...200 years ago. And then I also would have not had central heat. Or running hot water. Or great boots. And I would have had to wear a dress and probably a pettiskirt. All day long. No fleece jammie pants. That would definitely be worse. Far worse.

Reason #5: I could have an unemployed husband AND not have awesomely supportive family & friends.
Aw, I went and did it. I got serious. And mushy. It's true though. I have the best people in my life. The. Best. People. I've been showered with love and concern and support often from people and places I didn't even expect it. Those of you who know me know that I am fiercely independent. Fiercely. Sometimes (often...ok, almost always) to a fault. I would rather do just about anything than admit to my own weakness or need for help. It's true though. I am weak. And I need help. (See what I did right there?) And I have received it in droves. I love you. And appreciate you all more than I can say.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Being the Mom

With the advent of Mother's Day earlier this week, I have been reflecting a lot lately on what it means to be a mom and what I enjoy about it. Some days, I have to tell you, the answer is a simple "not much." I know, I know, it's terrible, but there are those days (weeks, months...) where being called Mom seems like the rudest, most offensive name I can be called. It carries with it such need, such demand and such urgency. Sometimes it just sounds like a horrible accusation. Like being the mom means that I am to blame for all that is wrong in the world. And also I am responsible for fixing it.

It is during those times that I can lose track of just how magical and wonderful it is to be a mom. So I thought I would try to capture in words those moments when being a mom is truly a miracle.

Moment #1: The Middle of the Night Wake-Up Call
I know, right?? That does not sound like it would be first on the list of things that are great about being a mom. Whether it is for thirst, a nightmare, a fever, or heaven forbid a total vomit-fest, being woken up in the night is never my favorite thing when it happens. I am not that soft-voiced, understanding mom who gently leads her children back to bed with a comforting kiss. I wish I was. I am usually more like a poked bear. A raging, maniacal poked bear. At best, I stomp and murmur and fix whatever is wrong so that I can get the heck back to sleep. At worst, well, let's just say...it can be much, much worse. 

My 10 year old just woke me at about 3 in the morning a few days ago complaining that her ear was hurting. (Earlier that night, right about at bedtime, it was her right hip that was bothering her.) I was pretty well less than patient the first time she woke me and I sent her back to bed with a heating pad. The second time, probably a half hour later, I found some ear drops that we had and put those in for her before sending her back to bed. Again, not super patiently. 
In my 18 years as Mom I have been dragged out of bed countless times for myriad reasons, either real or imagined. In all these years, I have probably received an equal if not lesser amount of full uninterrupted night's sleeps as not. But the one thing that all of those sleep-jarring events have in common is that in the night, a child has awoken and the one person in the world they wanted was me. The one person that they trust wholly and completely to comfort their fears, to fix their ills, to er...clean up their puke, to make everything right is me. Their mom. I am that one. To 4 little people in this world, I am that one. And that is pretty special.

Moment #2: The Hand-Hold
Most of you who have small children, or who remember when their children were small will recognize exactly this moment. You are walking along, in the store, on a sidewalk, at the park, wherever it may be, and your child falls behind. It's just a few steps. You can hear them behind you. They are close and you know that they are safe. You're not at all worried and you maybe only glance back once or twice just to make sure all is well. At some point, you hear them coming just a little bit closer and you hold your hand out behind you. You don't look back, and you don't say a word. Maybe a few seconds passes, maybe it's as long as a minute, but at some point that tiny little hand grabs onto yours and that child comes up to walk beside you. It is one of my favorite moments of all time. The absolute trust you have that they will see your hand and grab onto it. The knowing for them that your hand will be there for them to hold. 

From that very first grasp when they wrap their tiny fingers around yours as a new infant to the forced you-will-hold-my-hand-whether-you-want-to-or-not in a crowded place where you don't want to lose them, to the sweaty nervous hand hold when you go to register them for school, or take them to tour a college campus, there is something very special about that hand hold. It brings measureless comfort to you both. And that is pretty amazing.

Moment #3: They Love Me Anyway
If you haven't figured out by now that I am far from being the perfect mom, well, you can always just ask my kids. They'd be happy to tell you. I make more mistakes than any mom should rationally be allowed to make. I've been making them for 18 years, and I have no doubt that I will continue to make them for many more. Probably forever. I've been called the worst mom ever more times than I can count. I've been screamed at, ridiculed, kicked, and bit. I've even received very articulate letters about the poor job I am doing as a mom. (Very. Articulate.) 

The crazy thing? These very same small humans who scream at me, kick me, bite me, write me letters, and tell me I'm the Worst Mom EVER, love me more than anyone in the world. They know me. They know my every flaw, every imperfection. They have seen me in my darkest hours, at my physical and my emotional worst. And they still love me. And cherish me. And trust me. They know exactly who I am. And they love me anyway. And that is pretty miraculous.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Mid-Life Crisis Hair

Exhibit A: The Extensions of Which I Speak

So, I've got 3 girls, right? And 2 of them are in full, raging pre-teen status (I know the new word is tween, but I don't really like it. It sounds like something a hillbilly might say."I done walked outside with no shoes on and plumb got some mud 'tween my toes." So I'm just going to stick with pre-teen.)

I don't know if you have any pre-teen girls, but I can almost guarantee that if you do you are quite familiar with a little British band who goes by the name of One Direction. If you have never heard of them, well, just consider yourself lucky. I have heard almost nothing BUT them for the last year or so. Which makes me very familiar with their songs. Very. Very. Familiar. 

So naturally when I turned 40 this year and had a bit of a mid-life crisis and went and got hair extensions (Exhibit A), every single time I hear Midnight Memories (off of the album of the same name for those of you who can't wait to go out and buy it) all I can think about is my mid-life crisis hair. Because that's what I call it. Because, let's be honest, that's pretty much what it is. So here's a little ditty I made up to amuse myself. Because you have to do something  to amuse yourself when you lose complete control of the music you get to listen to. And I'm sharing it with you, well, because I'm a giver. And also to let you know that for the most part I try not to take myself too seriously.

Mid-Life Crisis Hair

40 this year, how can that be??
Never thought this would happen to me.
Trying to stay young, that's my intention
Oh I know! I'll add some extensions.

Tell me that I'm crazy that I'm crossing a line
Most days I really love it, yeah I think it's divine
Just cuz I didn't grow it doesn't mean it's not mine, oh, whoa 

Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby say what?
Hair down to your butt?
Flinging, flinging, flinging, flinging.
Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Everywhere I go, people say whoa!
Did she really do it, do it, do it, do it??

Can't really pull off the skinny jeans
Wish they'd go out of style if you know what I mean
Not in my twenties anymore, which just doesn't seem fair
To console myself, I'll just add some hair

Tell me that I'm crazy that I'm crossing a line
Most days I really love it, yeah I think it's divine
Just cuz I didn't grow it doesn't mean it's not mine, oh, whoa 

Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby say what?
Hair down to your butt?
Flinging, flinging, flinging, flinging.
Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Everywhere I go, people say whoa!
Did she really do it, do it, do it, do it??

Googling celebs that are older than me
(Naomi Campbell is 43)
This is what the internet's for, oh, oh, oh

Getting older's not making sense
So for now, I'll just pretend
(and Botox would cost me so much more) oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby say what?
Hair down to your butt?
Flinging, flinging, flinging, flinging.
Mid-Life Crisis Hair, oh, oh, oh, oh
Everywhere I go, people say whoa!
Did she really do it, do it, do it, do it??

Hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for Story of My Life, a tale of never-ending dishes and laundry.


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my breakdown.

No really. I'm pretty sure I'm overdue. I know it's (literally) been years since I posted to my blog. (That's actually kind of why I think it's no big deal for me to have my online breakdown...I'm fairly certain I don't have any readers left.) 

I just need a short 10 minutes or so to feel sorry for myself and then I will suck it up and move on. Cuz that's what I do. Honestly, what I really need is to just have an outlet for my tumultuous emotions. If only for a minute. 

Somehow I have become the person that isn't really allowed to have negative feelings. I mean, I can have them. I'm just not allowed to express them. I think maybe it is just part of being a mom? I'm not sure. I just know that especially to my family I am that person that cannot fall apart. No matter what. Because if I fall apart, the whole world falls apart, (it'll be anarchy.) I am not sure how this happened. If I could go back and start over, I would definitely stand in the "people-who-want-to-claim-the-right-to-have-regular-and-consistent-nervous-breakdowns." But I guess that will have to wait for next time. 

This is not to say that I am always 100% in charge of my emotions. I rant. And yell. And scream. And occasionally dump laundry baskets full of clean clothes on my kids (only once though, and she really kinda deserved it.) 
But when it comes to, say, my husband losing his job for the second time in two years and possibly not being able to work ever again, but also not quite having enough vision loss to qualify for disability, well that's when I have to be the rock. I have to be the calm one. Who reassures everyone that everything will be just fine. While trying to come up with a plan to support my family. And looking at my third (THIRD) failed attempt just since living in Cedar that I have tried to finish my degree. (I just submitted my transcripts and application to SUU last week for Fall 2014 Semester. I've previously been accepted there twice.) The one who figures out what to do next, and how to finish paying for Fan's braces without insurance, and how we are going to eat, and pay our mortgage, and send Fan to college. I have to be that one. 

And I don't want to. I want to curl up in the corner and cry until I pass out. And then wake up and cry some more. I want to scream. And yell. And lose complete control. And mostly, I want someone to fix it for me. Cuz I am bone tired of trying to fix everything myself. I don't want to be reliable. I don't want to be dependable. I want to be the crazy one who can't deal with one more thing. Because I am honestly not sure that I can. 

In the meantime, until this magic problem-solver comes along, I have to have my tiny breakdowns in private. I have to sit alone in the car and hyperventilate. I have to turn up the music really loud while I'm in the shower so no one can hear me cry. But mostly I just have to be okay. So that everyone else will be okay.

I know that there are many people in the world that have bigger and more difficult problems than me. I know that I do not have a corner on the market of trials. Goodness knows I wouldn't trade my problems for lots of other ones that people have to endure. I know this. But I still want my breakdown. I think I've earned it. 

That's all. Pity party over. I can go on now. And as one of my favorite songwriters said (and his funny-haired friend harmonized), a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries. (Nope, Paul Simon, not Fergie...although she did say that big girls don't cry which is close.)