Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Biggest Fan...

So it's happening.  Last post I wrote about the 10 year old wanting me to be boring around her friends... like do not draw undue attention. Be. The. Coat.  Rack.  Make yourself useful and nothing more.

Fine...  I resolved to take it in stride.  This is what I had been waiting for, right?  I have longed for this day, an unravelling of the umbilicus before it strangled me to death.  I remember when all three of them were little and they would pounce on me, like a weakened wildebeast straggling behind the herd, to exhausted to fight.  There was never enough of me to go around, so much so that I lost myself for  a good long while.  There's still not quite enough of me to go around for the boys, but while I wasn't looking, she unwrapped herself.  She has been picked to run the Marathon of Respect and Equality, something she has wanted to do for the last few years... school kids usually go down to watch the runners finish.  This year she gets to run and I was talking about how I was going to juggle my work schedule to be there when she finished.

"Uh, mom, you don't have to be there..."  she opens.  "No, honey, I'll make it work" I say.  The it hit's me..." um... unless you don't want me to be there" (thinking this could not possibly be true).  She gives me a look of relief like I've finally gotten it and she didn't have to spell it out.

"Oh," I say.. "so you don't want anyone there to see you finish the big race?  You've been wanting to run in this for years."  She replies, "well my friends and teachers will be there"

Subtext:  they are enough... I don't need you.  The person I need to be proud of me at that moment is. not. you.

So here it is... the moment when the umbilicus begins to unravel and stretch.  That bond that we forged when she is little, for the first 7 or 8 years of her life is all that will hold her to me for the next 10 or so years... it's going to stretch out while she floats away from me.  I'm sure it will be strong enough to get us through, until she comes back to me.

This is the moment I was waiting for, her launch, getting a piece of myself back again.

It doesn't quite fit as nicely as it used to.  

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Alpha Female

So I spent the early years of this blog writing about the mind-numbing stress of raising two intense twin boys who seemed intent on wringing every bit of sanity from my withered shell.  They are six now, and while life is still "busy".. things have settled to the point where I can now take a breath, sleep in on the weekends (except for the new *&%$# hockey practise... 730 am ice time on Sat WTF!!)  I have to say that things are trucking along ok...

Enter the TWEEN.  No, it did not say Queen... although that is probably the expecation.  My now ten year old girl.  She is a brilliant, beautiful precocious girl.  She has always seemed older than her years and is now entering a new phase of her life.  I told her when she was younger that someday she would grow to be embarrassed by me, would think she hated me at times and would want nothing to do with me for years.  She did not believe me when at age 7 I told her I would be the last person she would want to hang out with.

It started a few months ago, at age 9... with her asking me haltingly... "Mom, do you think you could be a little less.... ummm, enthusiastic when you pick up my friends in the car?".  I recognized the beginning of the end when I saw it, but I have to say it took me about 5 more months to figure out that she did not want a "fun, cool mom"... which incidently, I thought I would EXCEL at ....  but a boring, invisible mom.  Turns out she wants to be the only act in town when her friends are around.  Makes sense.  I was not hurt.  I worked with teens long enough to know that this is totally normal behavior and I have seen them come back.  I have faith that I am not losing her forever, that she will like cool, adventerous mom when she is old enough to work through her identity and find her confidenece.

I need to write this down so I can remember that I am not hurt by this behavior, this is the beginning of a long period of anthropological research on my part.  I'm like the Jane Goodall of my house.  She didn't take it personally when her apes threw poop at her, so I am going to attempt to remain stoic when she throws shit at me.

I'll have to continue to ask myself, WWJD?  What would Jane do?

Thursday, June 14, 2012

On altered reality and e-crafts

Ok, so I had a rather awkward situation the other day...ok, maybe it's only awkward in my mind, but I live in a bit of a Seinfeldian universe where the minutia of life is blown up to disproportionate dimensions and is examined for every bit of entertainment or interest that I can milk out of it.

 Kind of like the Kardashians....

So the other day I'm obsessively checking my facebook (which I generally ignore...Sorry CO), for signs of life from my friend Tiana who went to Thailand for three months in hopes of catching a parasite to drop a dress size or two (Seriously, Khloe, you could learn a thing or two, girl... where is your committment?).

Actually, Tiana is jetsetting to Bangkok to attend a university there to gain a certification in peace and conflict resolution and we all really miss her.....  the parasite will just be a bonus.

So, back to Facebook, I'm looking for signs of life from T, and I notice that I have received a notification that I have received a comment on a comment that I supposedly left on the wall of an acquaintence that I hardly know ( a friend of a friend's husband) Ack... did you get all that (Hi, y'all... this is my cousin Zeke's boyfriend's sister-in law's parrot's former owner's cousin.... twahce re-moooooved....)

Curious......have I messaged a strange man who I hardly know in some kind of stress induced fugue state?      Nope, I haven't had that kind of stress induced state since last year before the boys turned human....but would have made an awesome blog post...

But no, I don't remember leaving a comment on this guy's wall.  So, getting to the point, when I checked the comment, it turns out that he replied "Aw shucks, thanks!" for a "special birthday card" that I had supposedly  made for him online and sent to him for his birthday.

Now, I know that I have not crafted this guy a special e-card to post to his wall for his birthday.... I'm never on facebook and I'm too lazy to even comment on people's profiles that I do know well.  This must be some facebook marketing thing, wherein they create false birthday cards, hijack your profile to send these cards to people on their birthdays to make them click on them and download the app to their profile.  So I think, "well, he's probably gotten dozens of these things from other people through the same marketing scheme..."

I check his wall and.... nope.  Among the 50 or so wall posts of well wishers, all from people he actually does know well, here is my post with the message "I made a special birthday card just for you", with my picture profile attached.

This just looks weird to me.  What is he thinking?  I met him once, two years ago as the husband of my friend's friend.  No other contact since that time.  And here I am, the only one on his whole facebook wall with a special birthday card made just for him????  And... what would his wife think?  I look like a weirdo.....

So now I'm left with this dilemma... do I write an offhand comment like, "yeah, I'm glad you had a good birthday, but I didn't send you a card"  kind of seems.... bitchy....

Or do I leave the card and have him think

A) I'm some kind of strange stalker or:

B)  I'm one of those strange internet people

You know the ones... sending farmville requests, forwarding you tonnes of "send this to 7 people or you'll have 100 years of bad luck"..., taking the time to calculate how smart they really are with those online IQ tests.... and they have over 4000 face book "friends".

....Obsessively creating e-cards to send to almost complete strangers over the internet...

The best I can hope for is that he thinks I'm type B, and that I scrapbook and decoupage too..... and live with lots of cats, and bejewel my wardrobe made entirely of light-wash denim....

Oh, the sisters Kardashian would kill for that storyline....

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Pass the mojitos please......

Oh, how I would like to blog again. The words just seemed to tumble out of me last year. They boys would do thier typhoon twin act and I would drive to work in tears, roll around on the reception area floor for a while as I reenacted the morning and then I would find 10 or so minutes in my very busy day to write about it. It didn't take any effort, like a waterfall of crap just waiting to bust the dam.

Now life is less traumatic, the boys are settling down into something that resembles normal levels of difficult and cranky. There are more words and less tears. I actually look forward to the weekend instead of steeling myself against it. I feel like a neglectful parent of this blog. Not that I'm not used to feeling like a bad parent, but this one really eats at me.

I actually enjoyed writing for the first time in my life. School makes you hate writing, anything akin to putting thoughts to paper or type was work. I liked writing for the fun and release of it. It's hard to write in this condition, I can see why great artists had lives full of strife, it was very convienent to their particilar profession. I even stopped reading my favorite blog, Dooce, when her life started to get too happy. The pressure to write about things and release the dam is just not as great when you are more content.

I feel like fun Bobby after he has sobered up and everyone finds out he is actually incredibly booooring. Hmmmmmm..... where to find inspiration now...

Off to the bar.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Rocker chick...

My 7 year daughter is looking for a very specific school bag, it has to:

1.  Not have any characters on it whatsoever (ie Hanna Montanna)

2.  Be over the shoulder (because backpacks are sooooo kindergarden)

3.  Be not too big (because she's barely 40 lbs)

4. Be something that harbors NO CHANCE of being copied by other kids in her class (there was a slight emergency when another kid in her class bought the same backpack mid-year...resulting in a frantic search for anything else to carry her books her, I did not participate in that madness.  I think she used a rolling suitcase....)

So my husband calls me on the way home  from the mall and says, "I think we found the perfect bag for Kenzie, it's over the shoulder with a nice wide strap, the bag itself is not too big and there's only one left in the store..... but I didn't buy it"

"Why not?" I say, "This is a problem solved, you actually found a bag that she likes and you didn't fall to your knees with gratitute, raise the bag to the heavens in exaltation and purchase it before someone else did????  Have you never shopped with this kid before??"   Trying to get  this kid to decide on something that she likes is akin to, well, trying to get my husband to actually decide on something that he likes.  If you've read my earlier posts about trying to get him to make a decision, and the subsequent necessity of pharmaceuticals on my part, you'll feel my pain.

"It has AC DC emblazoned on it.... it giant white letters so I didn't know if that was appropriate".  he says.  Now, this did give me a moment's pause.  I did not want our daughter to be thought of as trying to look older, or beyond her years.  I did not want her teachers to think that we were the kind of parents who just lets there kid act 14 when she's only 7, even though she has passed both the disdainful attitude and eye-rolling exams with flying colors.

He finally made the decision when he took her for a drive and let her listen to some AC DC to see if she liked it.

She went to school the next day with the bookbag singing "Hell's Bells".

I'm sure the teachers thought it was reflection of my parenting at all....

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Death to the scooter....

As I said in the previous post, I was inspired to pick up the ole' quill (or tap on the ole' keyboard) again because my friend CO started blogging.  She was inspired because she wants to make some changes in her life (52 of them, once per week for a year...) you can check out her journey here:  She is much more ambitious with change.  She often states that if it is not big, dramatic and all the way at once that she will not do it.  I am a little more gradual with change... I like to dip a big toe in, see how it feels, go slowly and figure I'll get there someday.  If it feels uncomfortable, I won't continue.  I like to trick myself into changing, make it so gradual that I can deny it's even happening.  This is why it has taken me the last 17 years or so to exercise even 2 or 3 times per week.

I currently am in  a yoga phase, I'm trying to do 20 minutes of yoga, 3-5 times per week.  The reason I do this is to stave off age-related decline.  I have a pact with a couple of friends that we won't let ourselves end up in a nursing home, drooling and being alone.  We plan to have a senior- hippie commune, where we travel and exercise and cook and terrorize the young men that we will eventually hire to do the yardwork...    I don't ever want to have to use a motorized scooter to get around, not until I'm 100 anyway.

I also am trying to drink more green tea, because it is so good for you.  Unfortunately, while I love regular orange pekoe (Tetley please...)  I tend to not like other teas, herbal or green.  I'm trying to choke this stuff down for the good of my health, until I jump onto some other health related, life extending bandwagon....

or scooter.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Ode to renewed efforts...

I have been avoiding looking at my blog because I haven't posted in....4 months.  This is typical anxiety avoidance behavior on my part... I feel guilty for not posting, not like I'm disappointing legions of devoted fans or anything.  I last wrote about the fact that since my boys have been getting a bit better I haven't had the screaming inside of my head that gets relieved when I write about it.  Having said that, they are going through a bit of a rough patch...more on that later, but I'm posting today because on of my friends (Cyn or CO as she is known online..) pointed in my face last night and said.."You need to start writing your blog again, I check it everyday".  So even if no else reads it, Cyn, this is for you.  I am also inspired because my other slack blogger friend, Dawn has posted on fruitflies, which you can read at I have to think of other things to write about, which should be ok, since I feel the need to verbally regale people with triviality that I find interesting.  At least with a blog, they have the option of shutting it off.

Thank God that's not an option in real life.  My fragile ego (think inflated balloon that's easy to pop) couldn't take it.  I prefer to live in the misty pink haze of self, I'm sure they want to hear about this, just look at their smiling faces, heads nodding in encouragement... wait, maybe that's not a smile but a grimace of pain, and wait...are they nodding off???  No,  it can't be...come on misty pink for me..

Maybe you should just head on over to that other blog now....