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A Little Laughter

6 Mar

Oh, my! It’s been so long. Between the general exhaustion that comes from being pregnant (and being pregnant after 30), my full-time job, taking care of my family, and, now, fighting off a sinus infection…… I haven’t had ANY energy to even type my name.

Here are a few laughs, courtesy of my hilarious 6-year-old son, to brighten your day.

“Oh, I wish I were Romeo.”

“Now, that’s a predicament!”

As he found a bag of Doritos, “Life just keeps getting better and better. DORITOS!!!”

Looking at a skeleton picture, ” Where’s the skeleton for my private?”
Me: “Your private doesn’t have a skeleton.”
Him: “Oh……. so that’s why it’s so jiggly.”

“Mom, you do all the talking, I’ll do all the working.”

After complaining that his stomach hurt.
Me: ”What’s wrong with your belly?”
Him: “I’m getting old.”

“Never buy a jet-pack at a yard sale.”

“Come on, Pilgrim, it’s time to wake up.”

“Mom, what’s wrong with your voice? It sounds like a dump truck carrying two icicles.”

“My feet smell like toast.”

“That burrito smells like a hillbilly ate a 5 pound fish!”

Isaiah: “When that baby in your belly gets big you’ll be a hillbilly”
Me: “What???”
Isaiah: “You know…. Because your belly will be like a hill. A hillbelly”

“My stomach really appreciates this breakfast!”

After discussing the age of his great-grandmother:
“Why is she so old? Is it because she ate old food?”

I’d love to read some funny things your kids have said! Leave them in the comments below and give us all a chuckle. It’s been so nice to stop by and say, “Hello!” Hopefully, I’ll be back soon!

 

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Reason to Celebrate

26 Jan

Wow! It has been one year since I started Life As I Know It. It’s a birthday, of sorts, for me. When I first started writing here, I just thought it would be a fun way for me to connect with other people. A good outlet when I was having a bad day. A way for me to have some “me time” throughout the week. And it has been all of those things. I appreciate each and every one of you who has shared in any part of this journey with me!

Today should be a day of celebration and good news! But, first, let me share a story with you…..

A year and a half ago, my husband and I decided that it was time for us to have another baby. We hadn’t been married for very long, but we are both in our early 30s and didn’t really want to wait. We each have a child from previous relationships and we figured it might take a couple of months, but it wouldn’t be too difficult, right? Wrong. I won’t go into all of the painful details but it was far from easy. There were doctors visits, test after test, invasive procedures, medications, and never a guarantee that any of it would work. There were tears, disappointments, negative pregnancy tests, insecurities, and fear. It put a strain on our marriage. It was one of the reasons that our marriage completely fell apart for a couple of months.

There was so much devastation. Broken dreams that seemed as if they would never become a reality. Each of us, without really consulting with the other, had all but given up on the possibility that we would be able to have another child. The sympathy that I have for people who cannot conceive, or struggle to do so, now knows no bounds. It is something that can never be explained to anyone who hasn’t felt it. I know people who have spent years and years wondering if they will ever be blessed with a child to call their own. And some never will. Our other two children are such immense blessings to us. We wanted to add to our family with a child we created together. A representation of the love we had found in each other. I cannot imagine the pain of never having a child. Secondary infertility carries its own hurt as well.

It is a very personal, very lonely, very painful kind of hell. It is a place where you can’t help but feel as if you are all alone. As if no one can possibly understand your heartbreak or provide comfort for your tears. As if there are no words to describe your disappointment. As if your dreams are laying, scattered, at your feet. You know that you’ll find a way to cope with it. You just don’t know when. Every week, every month that passes seems like forever.

imageAnd then one day, I woke up and realized that I hadn’t felt right for a few weeks. I was tired and I didn’t have much of an appetite. I was so nervous. I’d been here before. I’d been under stress, or just caught a bug, or something and thought to myself, “Maybe….” This time, I was afraid to go there. I waited a few more days. Still the same. So, I did it. I took the test. And then I sat it on the sink and walked away from it. And I prayed. I prayed for the strength to look at another negative. I prayed for peace. I walked back into the bathroom, took a couple of deep breaths and looked. Then there were no breaths. I couldn’t. Tears immediately fell from my eyes. I couldn’t even smile. I just stared. And blinked; hard. And stared again. Then, I believe everything was a jumbled series of laughing and spinning in circles and crying. Positive.

Telling my husband was a moment I hope I never forget. There was so much joy in that room. I’m surprised our home could contain it all. Our families and friends are excited. Our children are thrilled. I am on cloud 9. (When I’m not a hormonal, emotional, grouchy mess…… well, honestly, even then.) Our family will soon be complete. I have been blessed with a miracle. One that I will forever be so, so grateful for. And that is a reason to celebrate!

My Wish For You

30 Sep

This is part of my 30 Things My Kids Should Know About Me series. The prompt…. my hopes and dreams for my children.

To my children,

I want so many things for you. There are so many dreams inside of me that awakened because of my love for you. I know that there are great things in store for your lives. And I look forward to watching you fly.

I hope you laugh. Find reasons every day to enjoy being alive. Surround yourself with people that make your smile meet your eyes. Don’t take yourself too seriously. There are very few things more beautiful in this life than someone who is truly happy. Be beautiful.

I hope you dream. And dream big. Never let someone tell you it can’t be done. If you find passion in something, pursue it. You are capable of great and wondorous things. Believe in yourself. Never give up. Follow those dreams, wherever they may lead you.

I hope you love. Fearlessly. Recklessly. Once you find someone worthy of your heart, don’t hold back. The greatest loves are founded on the greatest sacrifice. But most of all, love yourself. I assure you, you are someone worth loving.

I hope you cry. Emotions are not to be hidden. In fact, it takes strength to be connected to your emotions. To feel so strongly that your heart can break. Shed tears of sorrow without feeling weak. And shed tears of joy without feeling shame. Allow yourself to be passionate. Allow yourself to feel.

I hope you pray. Realize that your strength does not come from within. But from a God who loves you beyond logic and expectation. A God who’s love for you is infinitely more beautiful than any other love you’ll know. A God who will speak to you, you need only to listen. Follow Him.

I hope you are kind. Truly care about others. Be polite. Reach out your hand to help where you are needed. Give of yourself. There are people all over this world considerably less fortunate than you. Not just because you have things, but because you have love. Give freely to them.

I hope you are happy. It is easy to worry and be afraid. It is easy to let the trials of this life beat you. Be strong. Be courageous. Look yourself in the eye each day and decide to smile. Decide to laugh. Decide to dance. Decide to sing. Whoever it is that makes you happy, be that person.

I hope you live. We only get one chance to change the world. Don’t waste it. Live freely. Without regret. Make your mark. Make a difference. Make your life beautiful. Fly.

Growing up is hard to do

11 Sep
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Life has bumps.  All of life.  It seems that just when things might be going your way…. something happens that tries to bring you down.  My life has been hit with one of those times recently.  I haven’t even been able to begin to write anything for quite some time.  It’s very strange for me, a writer, to not be able to form words on a page.  Scary even.  Confusing.  But, I’m starting to dust myself off and what better way to do it than to write.  I’m going to write from a very real place without sharing details that I’m not ready to put into words yet.  And I’ve found the perfect way to do it.  This post will be part of my 30 Things My Kids Should Know About Me Series.  The prompt is The hardest part about growing up.  Here goes…..

When you’re young, all you want to do is grow up.  Big people have cars and phones and their very own money.  They get to go where they want and do what they want.  Nobody tells them what to do.  They make their own bed times and drink coffee.  It must be so nice to grow up.  And, growing up does have its perks.  But, then there’s the other side.  The part of life that makes growing up difficult and sometimes painful.

Decisions.  It sounds great to be able to make your own decisions.  Seems like the perfect way to live.  Sometimes it is.  I do enjoy eating a bowl of cereal at completely irresponsible times of the night.  And I like to choose what I watch on television. But, honestly, sometimes I just want someone to take those decisions from me.  I don’t want to have to decide what’s going to be for dinner when I’ve just had a long, stressful day.  I don’t want to have to choose whether the car gets new tires or the house payment gets paid on time. I don’t want to feel like my children’s entire lives can be changed by one decision I do or don’t make. That is a lot of responsibility. And there are days when I just don’t feel like deciding anything.
What I’m learning: Sometimes it’s ok to eat takeout after a long, stressful day. And, sometimes, you just have to close your eyes, pick the bill to pay, and pray. It will always work itself out in the end. Sometimes, you have to take a good, long look at the whole picture, make the decision that you think is right, and pray. It will always work itself out in the end. And, sometimes, you just need a day that includes a glass of wine, a good friend, and the time and space to vent about how much being an adult sucks. And know, as long as you never stop trying, it will always work itself out in the end.

Relationships. Fairy tales never give you the whole picture. Childhood doesn’t either. When you’re young, while you’re busy knowing everything, you are blissfully unaware of how difficult marriage and adult relationships can be. You think you know what love is. You think you know what committment is. But, until your love and committment are tested, you never fully realize the meaning of those words. And it’s in those moments that you are tested when you wish you could be blissfully unaware again.
What I’m learning: Relationships are hard. They are difficult and draining. They take work. They take an unbelievable amount of determination and sacrifice. Sometimes they are painful and scary. But, when you find the right person; they are worth it. The experience of loving someone so completely, of building a life and a future, of sharing all of life’s struggles and joys, is absolutely worth every single tear you may cry along the way.

Standing alone. Perhaps the hardest part of growing up is learning to walk without a safety net. The comfort and stability that you had as a child is gone. You are seemingly alone in a big, scary world. And with every wrong decision or rough patch, you wish there was someone there to help you pick up the pieces. It’s difficult to navigate when you’ve always been a passenger. It’s difficult to take the first step into the unknown without someone holding your hand. It’s difficult to begin a journey on your own. But, let me tell you this, the reward at the end of that first solo journey is a feeling that can’t ever be duplicated again.
What I need you to learn: You’re never alone. You, my children, will never be alone. I won’t be able to walk right next to you. I won’t be able to always hold your hand. I won’t be able to offer you an easy way out of every situation in which you find yourself. But, I can offer you a place to land. A safe place to lay your head when life gets rough. A place to come home to when you are overwhelmed. And, the confidence I have in you that you can accomplish everything you dream!

Scaredy Cat

17 Aug

This is a part of my 30 Things My Kids Should Know About Me Series. The prompt is…… Discuss three legitimate fears. (And hope no one uses them against you.)

My first fear, and the one most people know about me is the fear of clowns. I don’t know why this came about. Everyone always asks if it has anything to do with the movie It. It doesn’t. I’ve never seen any part of that movie. And this fear is fairly long-standing. I remember the first time I went to the circus. I was young…. maybe 7 (ish). And I hated it! I was quite the young animal rights activist and I couldn’t stand the way the animals were treated. And there were the clowns. I don’t like the idea of hiding your face. (Not a huge fan of masks, either) I don’t like the idea of fake constant happiness; it’s unnatural. I don’t like the complete disrespect of personal space. I don’t like any of it; they’re creepy. I always imagine some deranged serial killer hiding behind that facade of happiness and fun. My son is always trying to convince me that they are really very fun…. I’m not buying it.

Another very real fear I have is the fear of being alone. I am very much an extrovert. I thrive around people and I am extremely social. I love human interaction: the talking, laughing, physical closeness. I am one of those people who touches constantly. I am never happier than

when I can be around the people I love. I am a cuddler. I am a talker. I love to laugh and be silly. I very rarely need alone time. In fact, it’s really not good for me. Being alone depresses me. When I was young, I was literally terrified of coming to the end of my life and being there alone. That fear has subsided some as I’ve gotten older, but I still spend as little time alone as possible.

Otherwise, I don’t find myself afraid of much. The only other thing I worry about much at all is failing at the most important things. I don’t classify that as a fear so much as just a motivation to constantly be better. I think about my decisions and how they affect my children’s futures. I think about my work and whether or not I’m equipping those students with every good thing I possibly can. I think about my faith and if I’m the kind of example I should be. I think about my marriage and whether or not it’s what it should be. I think about my friendships and if I’m the kind of friend worth having. It’s a reflection. A mindfulness. A drive to be the best wife, mom, teacher, friend, woman I can be. Because failing at those, the most important jobs I’ve been given, I suppose the possibility of that would be my greatest fear.

A post of posts

15 Aug

I found a very interesting idea the other day…. A list of posts. A legacy of sorts.  Something to leave for my children to look back on some day. The things I think they should know about me. I have decided to tweak it and make it my own. As I finish each post, I will link it here and it will eventually become an interactive list of posts. I’m pretty excited about it and I hope you enjoy!

Thirty Things My Kids Should Know About Me

1. 20 Random Facts about myself
2. Describe 3 legitimate fears and how they came about
3. Describe my relationship with my spouse
4. The 10 things that make me most happy, right now
5. If I had 3 wishes…..
6. My dream job
7. Five things I am passionate about
8. Ten people who have influenced me
9. Embarrassing moments
10. Pet peeves
11. A typical day in the life
12. The hardest part of growing up
13. Weaknesses and strengths
14. When I knew he was “the one”
15. My 5 greatest accomplishments
16. What I wish I were great at
17. What people love the most about me
18. How I felt the moment I became a parent
19. Memories from my childhood
20. Favorite holiday
21. Parenthood: likes and dislikes
22. Dinner party from history
23. Favorite quality of my spouse
24. Hopes and dreams for my children
25. Ten things I want to be remembered for
26. My favorite things about me
27. Best advice I ever received
28. Best advice I can give
29. Where to go from here
30. What faith can do

Real Dads

16 Jun

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Not long ago, I posted my thoughts on Real Men.  In honor of Father’s Day, I like to give my opinion on real dads.  These thoughts are based on years of experience and observation.  I’ve seen some real dads and I’ve seen some fathers who pretend to be real dads and I’ve seen some who don’t even try.  I would also like to say this:  if you feel like you aren’t being a real dad, it’s never too late to change things!

Read dads are there – maybe they aren’t living in the same house.  Maybe they work all the wrong hours.  Maybe they even live states away.  But, when they are around, they are THERE.  They give their undivided attention.  They prioritize appropriately.  They listen.  They play.  They laugh.  They back mom up.  They discipline.  They focus on the quality, not just the quantity.

Real dads hug – always.  They hug, they give pats on the back, they ruffle your hair.  They tickle and wrestle.  They give piggy back rides and hold little hands.  They know that just saying, “I love you,” is never enough and they seek to show it often.

Real dads cry – They have tears of joy at the births of their children.  They have tears of pride at graduations and winning seasons. They cry when they give their baby girl away and when their son becomes a dad. They don’t always showcase their emotions, but when they do…. it’s the silent tears that drop that show the strength, character, and love of a real dad.

Real dads are sturdy – They are a wall of strength when the happiness of their children is threatened. They are a steadfast place to run when everything is falling apart. They are an unbendable set of rules when little minds need to learn discipline and structure. They are a constant protector from monsters under the bed and real life terrors. They are superheroes and kings.

Real dads are dependable – They example the importance of keeping your word. They are able to be counted on financially, emotionally, spiritually…. every day, in each way that they are needed. They step up and they take responsibility, they go above and beyond the minimal. They are security.

Real dads let go – When they have done everything they can and raised their children. When they have watched those tiny people turn into parents and spouses. When they have cheered on the sidelines and helped to pick up the pieces. They let go and watch their children fly. And they still cheer from the sidelines and they still love; but they do it all with the knowledge that they have helped create the wings to fly.

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