Posts tagged "growing up"

From Sprout to Blossom: When Kids Grow Up

He continues to grow, despite the fact that I tell him not to. I try to swaddle him up in a blanket but his long lanky legs and bony knees stick out the end of the fabric that once tucked around his entire body. He tells me he is a big boy now; that he... Read more »

Teen Driving: Driver's Ed is Nothing like Kindergarten

Teen Driving: Driver's Ed is Nothing like Kindergarten
My teen is driving. Well, she is not technically driving at this moment nor has she actually driven a real motorized vehicle. However, she will be driving. Soon. She turned 15 last October, and I stopped sleeping anticipating her request: Mama, can I take Driver’s Ed? But she never asked. I never offered. I started sleeping once... Read more »

Growing Up: I love apples, so I will become a teacher.

Growing Up: I love apples, so I will become a teacher.
Over the years I have wrestled with one main question: What do I want to be when I grow-up?  Yes, even though I am a grown-up by chronological standards, I am still eager to learn.  I am eager to become a professional something and be proud of what I do to make money.  I am... Read more »
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Dear Son, Please Stop Teasing My Mother’s Heart

Dear Son, Please Stop Teasing My Mother’s Heart
My roller-coaster relationship with my junior high school son often leaves me dizzy, confused and nauseous. Phillip celebrated his 12th birthday earlier this month. Not even a week later, I have yet to walk that sober line to his bedroom and discuss our relationship. While I’ve struggled this past year with his changing voice, ridiculously... Read more »

Honey, Put A Baby In Me!

Honey, Put A Baby In Me!
Months ago, my womb was an insatiable beast. Whenever I saw a pregnant woman, a stroller or even a tiny little foot sticking out of an infant carrier, my uterus squeezed and clenched, reminding me that it was still there and ready to work again. The sight of a baby sock brought tears to my... Read more »

Even Good Kids Make Bad Choices

Even Good Kids Make Bad Choices
I always imagined that as a mother I would develop some kind of bad kid radar that would go off inside my head every time one of those kids came near my child, like a faint buzzing sound or the click of handcuffs. While I never really did develop the bad kid radar – I... Read more »
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These Are the Days of Swingset Destruction

These Are the Days of Swingset Destruction
Creak. Thud! Creak. Thud! Creeeaaak. THUD! So it had been a while since any of our kids had hopped on the swings in our backyard’s Swiss Army knife-like swing set (It’s a swing set!  It’s a clubhouse!  It’s a sandbox! It’s a picnic table!). While sitting out on the patio in a Leinenkugel-Summer-Shandy-induced July haze,... Read more »

Stolen Kisses and Empty Arms

Stolen Kisses and Empty Arms
The house is quiet now. Minutes ago, the excitement was palpable. Energy reverberated from wall to wall, winding about the house. I was dizzy in the chaos and overwhelmed by the noise. And now, I’m alone.  The children joined the morning walking parade to school, and the silence rushed in as they exited the house. ... Read more »

When I grow up...

The question had been asked of me countless times. My parents, teachers, and even my friends seemed relentless in their quest to understand my deepest ambitions and translate them into a simple career goal. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t answer their “what are you going to be?” question. I was 8. I dwelled on the matter.... Read more »
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Struggling to catch my breath at the half-way point

There was no denying the fact that the school year was indeed half-way over as my boys clutched their crisp white envelopes in their hands, standing before me, nervous in their anticipation and craving my praise. It probably seems a little early to begin ruminating on the 2010-2011 school year; however, as a mother of... Read more »