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Already Here

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As November amps up and we head at a dangerous clip towards the holiday season, I am taking a moment to count my blessings.  Sure, when I sat down in front of my mighty laptop and writer’s block settled over me, I had no idea where this post would take me.  For inspiration I scrolled through some older WFAMs and thankfully, I found writing that stands the test of time.  Of course, the writer has evolved but the themes like love, self-acceptance and humor are the threads that remain consistent.

My boys are growing older and older and I don’t know what that means for the future.  I don’t know how this blog will unfold as they set about making their way in the world.

What I know for sure is I am so grateful to have them in my life.  I am grateful I have been here to watch them grow into fine, young men and I am grateful to have a husband that supports all of my writing endeavors.

It is quite possible I have reached the pinnacle of good fortune.  Maybe this is where I stop trying so hard to be ‘more’ and simply savor the blessings already here.

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children, humor, motherhood

‘G’ is for Good

It has come to my attention that all Hallmark movies have the same plot.  While this isn’t completely shocking for me, it’s mildly annoying nonetheless.  Not that the plots are eerily similar … no …  this is what I love about them, it’s that I have a rather vocal family member who spouts off Hallmark spoiler alerts like it’s nobody’s business.  It has gotten to the point that Full Speed can almost predict to the minute when the star-crossed lovers seemed doomed to be forever apart.

However, I do not need to hear it.

Hear that?

I DO NOT NEED TO HEAR IT.

I watch enough football, well, a loosely based version of what constitutes as ‘watching football’, and enough high-action dramas (seriously, how many explosions can one main character survive?) that as a reward, Hallmark movies are essentially my birthright.

You can take them or leave them but I’m telling you, if a Hallmark movie is rated ‘G’, it means it’s GOOD.

Deal with it.

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From last Xmas.  Oh, you better believe we are buying matching pjs again for the holiday season with Hallmark movies running on a non-stop loop.  Deal with it.
children, motherhood

Well-Behaved?

T.Puzzle swiped my phone from my grip.  He clicked it open and scrolled through to his current grades.  My attention remained on the road.

Traffic is no joke here.

“I got an ‘E’ in behavior.  What does that mean?”

Full Speed and I shook our heads.

“Oh, man, T.Puzzle.  If you think Dad was frustrated with me last night about geometry, wait until he hears this,” Full Speed said.

I chimed in.  “Yep.  ‘E’ is about the worst mark you can get for behavior.”

Honestly, neither of us had any idea what we were talking about.  I had an inkling ‘E’ was a good thing.  I figured no contact from his teachers meant he was staying on track.  Still, being a new school with a different classification system, we couldn’t resist messing with T.Puzzle a little bit.

“Really?” T.Puzzle said.

His eyes scanned the screen for more information.  “It says ‘E’ stands for exemplary.  What does that mean?”

“Exemplary?  Wow.  This is really bad T.Puzzle.  First it goes ‘O’ for outstanding, ‘S’ for satisfactory, ‘U’ for unsatisfactory and then waaaaay below that comes exemplary.  Dad is going to lose his mind,” Full Speed said.

T.Puzzle kind of believed him and he kind of didn’t.  However, he looked mighty relieved when I told him exemplary meant awesome.

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family, humor, kids, motherhood

For the Love of Cookies

The rain poured down as I exited the campus building.  I dodged raindrops as I made my way to my car on this last night of my creative writing class.

Where we live is prone to standing water which can turn to a flood in an instant.  Since class had run late, I texted Mad Dog to assure him I would be home soon.

He responded: “All your boys waiting for you.”

Wasn’t that sweet?

I arrived home fifteen minutes later.  As soon as I walked in, the scent of freshly baked cookies washed over me.  Mad Dog had ordered cookies to be delivered for all of us to enjoy.

The boys were not waiting for me.  They were waiting to eat cookies because Mad Dog would not allow it until I came home.

Even Full Speed admitted it was a 60/40 situation.  60% waiting to eat the cookies vs. 40% waiting for me.

Hurt pride did not prevent me from enjoying my cookies.  I mean if you are going to come in second to something, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies aren’t a bad way to go.

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humor, motherhood

Victory

Full Speed clunked his way through the school library doors.  The past couple days tested him.  A cold slowed his usual enthusiasm for life and by the looks of him, I knew his day drained what little energy he had left.  He sat in silence while I finished up my volunteer tasks.  Once T.Puzzle arrived, we made our way to the car.

I asked Full Speed point-blank, “What did you have for lunch?”

He said, “Nothing.”

Nothing!  Alarm bells rang loud and clear in my head.  He passed on breakfast and instead of forcing the issue, I made him promise to eat something at lunch.

Once lunchtime arrived, his appetite would reappear.  I counted on that and said as much to him.

To hear him say he ate nothing all day seemed unacceptable.

“You.  Are eating dinner.  No negotiation.  Understand me?” I said.

He nodded in defeat.

Later, at the dinner table as T.Puzzle described his luncheon with the principal (as an honor, not a punishment, thank goodness!), something in the way Full Speed’s eyes twinkled, made me question if he skipped lunch.

“Full Speed, did you really not eat lunch?” I said.

Silence.

“Full Speed?”

No answer.

“Alright, I guess I’ll just look it up on your lunch account and find out for myself.”

“Yes!  I had lunch!  Okay?” he said.

“Why would you lie about that?” I said.

“Because then I would have to admit you were right.  My appetite did come back and I was hungry.  I already had two days of feeling sick.  I couldn’t admit that my mom was right and I was wrong on top of that!”

Like a lunch after hours of not eating, victory never tasted so sweet.

 

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