Things change as time passes. Now, when I take my boys to the movies, they no longer jump up on the seat and shout at the screen during action sequences. While I don’t miss wrangling them into a loosely based version of socially acceptable movie theater behavior, I do miss the wild abandon they would demonstrate as they actively believed they were part of the movie. (Full Speed watching Transformers for the first time is the stuff of legends in our house).
On a personal level, over time I have noticed a shift in the way my body reacts to dips in temperature. Ten years of living in Florida has given me the bold physical constitution of a tiny, very old woman. My midwestern genes fail and I recoil at any temperature below eighty degrees.
My boys tease me endlessly about this.
Recently, Mad Dog purchased me a blanket. It is velvety smooth and weighted. Just the kind of thing to help combat cold weather and the stress of our on-going home renovation.
With the boys on break and the home stuff in full swing, we had to take refuge in our upstairs guest room.
I asked the boys to please bring up my new blanket.
Full Speed could barely contain his mirth. He thought it was hilarious that it was sixty degrees out and I needed this mammoth-like blanket to warm me.
As our Little Guy heads towards the downslope of his fifteenth year, we are willing to do whatever it takes to keep him stable, happy and comfortable. His eyes are good, we found food he enjoys and generally speaking he has an excellent quality of life. He struggled for a bit sleeping through the night but once we realized it was because he felt cold, sweaters are now a part of his daily wardrobe.
Now he sleeps like a champ.
Whether you agree with pets wearing sweaters or not, you might agree the awesome upside is Little Guy’s sweaters bring cuteness to the world.
Who couldn’t use a little more of that in their day?
These past two weeks have found me in a struggle to get my WFAM posts created and uploaded. I do not like to give myself excuses as to why I don’t have the time to write. I fear these excuses will allow me to push writing to the back-burner and I will yet again, sacrifice my needs for those of my loved ones.
However, when your very-senior-dog has eye surgery, it’s okay to write your post the day of if you even write it at all:
Since I’m not in the mood for a funny and lighthearted post after comforting Little Guy through the night, here are two somewhat serious thoughts that have been swimming in my head:
Nobody Has Motherhood Figured Out
I have spent time with kick-butt executive moms down to the always-at-home-always-on-call moms and every variation in between. We all feel less-than about some aspect of life and motherhood, and nobody has it all figured out. All we know is we love our kids, we are doing our best and it is better to focus on our little corner of the world and worry less about what anyone else is or is not doing.
Life Beyond Motherhood
In a People feature article, Michelle Obama was asked about her approaching ’empty nest’. The interviewer seemed surprised she was not ‘weepy’ about the prospect.
“I don’t need my children to be happy. I had them so they’d be happy.”
This quote has me more determined than ever to continue carving a path that is unique to me.