Remember when your mom or teacher tossed this phrase at you; “I know it all, I’m older and wiser. When you get to my age you will understand”. Okay, maybe not exactly in those words, but that is what your ‘immature’ brain made out. They claimed that you should revel in those glamorous days of school because “Someday, you will wish you were back in high school”. You, most likely, nodded and shrugged it off thinking of all the work load, petty politics, and bullying that you would surely never yearn for. You will definitely be different.
I can now safely say that I am past all the past and can finally speak as a “wise” adult. I don’t miss high school and I don’t miss teenage drama. I am more than satisfied where I am in life and would NEVER want to be stuck back in love triangles, crushes, schoolwork, and anything that has to do with being so dependent on everyone else. I hated being unsure of myself and I hated not knowing where life was going to take me. I hate the unknown.
I saw a young girl driving by in the middle of her lessons, instructor to her right, glancing nervously at the road. My hands got clammy and my heart skipped a beat Read the rest of this entry
You know that kid in the park that intentionally knocks over every other one. The one that hogs the slides and goes up the wrong way.The one that throws rocks to greet the latest slider. The one that pulls the little girls’ pigtails. The one that jumps in the middle of every ball game and grabs the ball. The one that pulls a kid’s cap off so that he can yank his little hairs. The one that, without notice and without provocation, slaps a kid across the face and then trips him. The one that sits in the corner crushing the ants or any helpless little creatures. Read the rest of this entry
As bizarre as it is to say, I am actually just sitting back and settling softly, relaxed into my new home. What was once a model of perfection, has transformed into a district of complete disarray. I thought it would aggravate me, but I have shocked even myself as I just sat there and stared.
My three darling sons, may they live and be well, emptied several of my cabinets, thereby creating a world for themselves amongst the pots and containers that are strewn about. To some this may sound small, but that is because you can not comprehend the vast amounts of kitchen paraphernalia that I have collected throughout the years.
Instead of the normal reaction of the initial overwhelming moment and my petrifying screams, astonishingly I just silently watched. I put my feet up and relaxed my always-tense nerves and let my eyes shut. I was overcome by waves of serenity and a satisfying peace. One after another, they marched around with every rounded object on their head. From previous pots, strainers, and containers, they now had lovely hats and work helmets. They stood inside everything that once contained food and called it their home. It was amazing how their little feet could even fit in some of them at all.
There were tall towers and fortresses. Several times, the thought passed my mind to wash up the stuff and put them away. Until I realized that I did not care. The clutter did not bother me at all. I can live like this for a bit longer. They have been quietly playing for hours. So a little foot lifting will have to be done to walk around without stabs of pain. Who can complain when weighing the options of tiny, microscopic matchbox cars or 6 quart pots. At least we know we can avoid one of them.
I will have to try to remember, before opening all doors, that the leaning tower of pots may be against it and is just barely holding on. Nothing I can’t deal with. As long as I can continue sitting back with my feet up. As long as I can finally relax.
Look at the bright side, at least I am falling for the mess and not from it.
There’s an unspoken rule in our home to keep at least one light on at all times. The house is a scary place in the dark. You never know what you will step on or who you will step on. You don’t ever want to run to the bathroom and step on one of those little matchbox cars. Trust me, your feet will never forgive you. There are balls, blocks, trucks, and even large riding toys. The toy companies make announcements every day to their staff and it goes as follows: “Men, this is a factory that manufactures toys for boys. They must, and I repeat, MUST all be sharp and painful to step on and should preferably come with wheels. That should take the parents for a ride. Oh, and we mustn’t forget. Create them all with no way to switch off their sounds. They should be loud and obnoxious and go on endlessly with songs, tunes, and all sorts of announcements.” I know, how sweet. But, at least they have our boys in mind.
I refuse to have those boys who have no concept what girls really are. I can’t stand that look that they give you like you are a foreign being. I have seen them lift up skirts with wonder. I try to introduce them to everything in my world, except for the anatomy part that I skip for now. Some day, just not now. My son showed me a panty liner and asked me what it was. I told him it was a liner. He just put it down and said, “Oh. Okay,” and continued on to his cars. He asked me what I was wearing under my shirt- now how can I explain that one. Well it was easy, and I told him it was a bra. And of course the questions must go on. Where is the fun if not? “So mommy, What IS a bra?” “It’s simple” I told him, “It is a shortened version of your undershirt. We don’t need as much coverage as you boys need.”
I try to use it to my advantage that we are so different. I want them to understand me to the best of their abilities. I can’t be alone. So I tell them how awesome (and hot, of course) us w Read the rest of this entry
Some of you guys I will allow to continuously surprise me because I find you quite amusing. When I’m so exhausted and I’m sitting in a public area and you make my head click to the side then roll into a tumble onto my shoulder, that’s okay. I get a kick out of it every time. It is a delicious wave of sleep that just rushes over. So, there is some uncontrollable drooling that my chin never asked for, but it feels good. Embarrassing, a tad, but still worth it. Keep on rocking.
However, the feelings and emotions that arise upon seeing an old crush or high school sweetheart. You guys have got to stop. Granted, it is sort of humorous and the sensations that overcome our entire bodies are a pleasurable rush. But sometimes we don’t want public exposure of those things we would like to keep within. It’s when the red colors rush to your cheeks and your heart falls to the bottom of your chest and then slaps onto the pavement. Read the rest of this entry