Friday, February 26, 2010

Motherhood is an Ever Changing Life

I hope our youth director doesn't mind me posting a picture of her daughter on my blog, but this is one of the sweetest pictures I could come up with at the moment. This is my now 19 year old son holding Xaris. This is the "love" of his life and shows how great a dad he will be - at least when they are little and if he doesn't have to get up with them in the middle of the night...ok he's a good cuddle buddy for now.

So Michael turned 19 on February 19, 2010. This is his “Golden Birthday”. I remember his very first birthday. I had it planned for WEEKS and maybe even months. I have always been pretty big on birthdays because it’s the one day of the year that is (hopefully) truly only yours. I know that each one of my kids does not share a birthday with anyone in our immediate family. There are some that are very close, especially in April, but we all have our own special day.

This year was just different for Michael. He turned 19. He has a life of his own. I wasn’t sure if he was going to hang out with friends or if I was going to get to plan a party for him. It was a little traumatic for me. When I found out that his dad had been planning a party for him and he wasn’t sure how to tell me, I will admit that my feelings were more than hurt. I am his mom. I went through all the almost 9 months and delivery and late nights and all that. Wasn’t it mine to take? Wasn’t it supposed to be me who was planning his birthday party and having his friends at my house and all that?

Apparently not. And I am now ok with that. I have to realize that my children are growing up and moving on. There will be a day when they don’t live with me on their birthday and they will probably be living somewhere else, even out of town or state…or country. How do you go from having a birthday party for your baby to just calling and/or sending a card with a present? I don’t know. I want to know, but I am going to have to go down that journey on my own and in time, I will learn how it works.

A proud moment for me was Sunday when our pastor acknowledged how proud he was of Michael and how he has stepped up to the job of leading the church in worship every Sunday morning. I got a pat on the back from my friend sitting behind me and I got compliments from other parents after church. That is something I get a lot actually…about all of my kids. It’s a proud moment and a sad one at the same time…when you realize that your children are doing what they were raised to do…grow up to be good people, move on and out and have a life of their own.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010


It doesn't snow very often in Texas...or does it? Thursday, February 11, 2010, it started snowing at about 3:00 am and did not stop until Friday morning at about 2:00 am. We got over a foot of snow and I'm not talking about the icey crap we usually get. I'm talking good snowman building snow! I wish had more pictures of snowmen around the city, but I don't. This one was built by someone unknown to me at our apartment complex. We were sent home early from the office and I decided not to go in on Friday. I needed a break and this would give me a four day weekend. As beautiful as the snow was, the slush just about got to me. I would much rather be cold than hot, though.

This was taken by the mailbox to kind of give you an idea how much snow we got. I have seen some pretty snows here but not like this and not in a very long time. I don't know think this is the same snow that came from up north. It's just this crazy weather. There is a saying in Texas, "If you don't like the weather, just wait 24 hours. It will change." The worst part about all of this was that my laundry pile grew to probaby four times the normal size just because we aren't equipped at all to be out in this kind of snow. Every jacket and pair of gloves we have are cloth. I quit buying the big heavy coats many, many years ago. It makes me wonder if, now that the kids are probably about  done growing (except Jonathan) should we make that investment. I still think this was a complete flook and we won't be seeing this again for a very long time. But that's just me.
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Monday, February 15, 2010

Valentine's Day Celebration

If you know me very well, you know that this is not one of my favorite "holidays". I used to love it-before I was tarnished by life. This year, the church held their very first Valentine's Day Banquet. Being the musical family that we are, Michael and Benjamin transformed into singer from by-gone years and performed some goodies but oldies. And, if I do say so myself, they did a darn good job! In the top picture, Michael is the Monkeys.

Benjamin and Mallory actually opened the show with a performance of the Frank Sinatra hit "LOVE". Don't they make a really cute couple? Too bad she has a boyfriend!

Then there was the "Elvis" Michael. I wish he hadn't had the paper with the lyrics on it constantly up at his face, but it was a good performans anyway.  I believe someone recorded the whole show, which included many other groups and performers. If so, I will have a copy of that very soon! I had one lady come up afterwards and ask if my other two children were as musically talented as Michael and Benjamin. You know what? They are. They just don't want to get up in front of anyone and sing. Alyssa has a beautiful voice and I only know this because she sings when she has her iPod in her ears. Jonathan also has a good singing voice, but again, doesn't want to do it in front of anyone. I would love to have us all sing together one day - wishful thinking.

This was probably the best way to spend a Valentine's Day that I could have ever thought of.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Jazz Band 2010

Benjamin is going to college to become a band director - in a few years. He is incredibly focused on music and, I have to say, very good at it. At Bell, he has the opportunity to take a Jazz Band class along with his other band class. Michael took this class last year. It is very enjoyable for the parents, because, for their final they have a concert.

While I have attended many, many....many band concerts in my day, I have to say that the Jazz Band concert is definitely the most enjoyable of anything I have had the priviledge to attend (sense the sarcasm here). This year was no different.

They perform four songs and in between each song, they give a little jazz history about the person who wrote the next song they are about to play. They have trumpets, trombones, saxaphones, a pianist, drummer, bass guitar player and a "regular" guitar player. They also throw in a singer for one song, which is always fun. You don't get that at a regular band concert.

This year, as with last year, they perform (insert song here) in which several of the students step out and play their own jazzy solo. I don't know what it is about my kids that they don't want to give me a heads up about this stuff, but Ben had a solo to perform as well. I overheard Michael telling his friend. That's how I found out....anyway, it was really good and, from what I could tell (and he confirmed later) he "nailed it". I can't tell you the sense of pride I get when I see my children performing.

I can't help but imagine the day that I go see him direct his first band. I know that is many years away, but it will be such a proud moment for me - just like it was the first time I heard him play.
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010


My posts have been slow as of late, so I was just sitting here thinking about what I could write about. I'm sure " you all" love hearing about all the things my kids do, and believe me, there are things coming up, but this post is about me.

Recently, I have been putting myself in "time-out" alot. I have made mention of this on my Facebook, which has gotten me some funny comments from friends of mine. So I thought maybe I could just do a little talking about this. When the kids were little, they would get put in time out. Now that they are older, I just decided to start putting myself in time-out. It seems to work really well, although I have a feeling that if I over do it, I won't get as big of a reaction from the kids.

In my house, we have pretty much an open door policy. The boys have always had to share a room (well for the last 6 years anyway) and Alyssa has always had her own room. In the duplex, we actually entered the house from the garage into my room through one of the two back doors. My rooms was more like the living room than the living room was. It was great to have that during the adjustment of going through the divorce. We were able to just spend time together. Now that we are in the apartment, I have my room back and the kids are respectful of that.

That being said, I have come up with a way to keep myself from getting frustrated in front of my kids. I just put myself in my room, tell the kids that they can't come in until I open the door, shut the door and think about whatever it is that is frustrating me at the moment. My friends get a real kick out of it, but my bet is that they are trying the same thing at their house.

I will be catching up on my posts so keep lookin' out for updates!
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