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Month: September 2011

I need more time.

I need more time.

It is a rare moment when I am able to see all three of my kids together in one place. Interacting. Laughing. Being siblings. Enjoying each other. I stood back and watched them as they teased, laughed and were just being who they are. My mind raced back to the early days when I never thought the day would come when all three of them would be able to not only get along but enjoy being with each other by their own choice. I used to worry that the age difference between the boys and my daughter would keep her from being a part of the sibling gang of fun. (She can certainly hold her own with her brothers!) I thought the boys who spent the first half of their lives fighting would never get along and now they are best friends.

I watched through eyes that were suddenly blurry with tears I refused to shed. I am not ready for my oldest to be preparing for college.

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast.  Please slow down.

As  I sat waiting for Brandon’s x-rays to be finished after his car wreck, I was scrolling through old pictures on my phone. They dated back several years. It felt like just a few months. I laughed at a picture taken in an unguarded moment of my boys laughing together at what I can only assume is something better left unknown to me. My heart warmed to see a picture of all of us at the Texas State Fair with Gabby proudly perched on top of Brandon’s shoulders grinning from ear to ear. I choked up at a picture of  Z trying to teach Gabby the keyboard. I laughed at a picture of Gabby and Brandon lying on the couch playing video games. I smiled at this year’s first day of school pictures.

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast. Please slow down.

I’ve come across so many toys, pictures, artwork and memories as I attempt the massive project of completely decluttering the house. (It’s a 10 year plan.) I’ve found massive amounts of Hot Wheels. I never thought the day would come when I wouldn’t be dodging Hot Wheels littering my floor trying not to slip and fall by stepping on one. Now they lie in a toy box or in a drawer unused, dusty, and forgotten. The boys have moved onward and upward to images and dreams of real sports cars and desires for their own car to drive. I clutched one to my chest and felt a longing for the days when I’d heard the boyish sounds of vrrooooom vrooooom CRASH! coming from the other room. Now the stakes are higher and when there is a wreck it is real and people can get hurt.

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast. Please slow down.

I packed away dolls and Barbies and Dora and Blue’s Clues and wondered exactly when all of those stopped being the most popular toys in Gab’s collection and favorite shows to watch. I wanted to know exactly. Why didn’t it happen in a moment worthy of a memory stamp in my  mind so I could hold onto it? I’m sure it was gradual but it seems like it happened overnight. Those things have been replaced with shows for tweens, music that is mainstream and drama that is supposed to be a part of my past not her future. When did the baby dolls get replaced with electronics? When did rocking her to sleep get replaced with her curling up in her bed with a book even adults enjoy?

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast. Please slow down.

Our house echos with laughter when we are together. If we are all home, you better believe it is loud. We laugh. We scream across the house at each other. We play. We chase. We tease. We support. We spent a lot of our time laughing- with each other and sometimes in fun at each other- but we are always having fun. When tensions are high for one reason or another, we hug it out or laugh it out. I can always, always count on my kids to make me laugh. Through the hard times. Through the scary times. Through the good times. Through the awkward times. I sometimes forget not every family laughs with and at each other as much as we do. And,  yes, there are times when the way we interact with each other may seem strange to others but it works for us. We thrive in it! Every single burst of laughter we share together fills our home with memories that will echo forever. I so want the laughter to stay just as it is. Not one voice left out or moved on.

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast. Please slow down.

I always promised I wouldn’t be the mom who can’t let go. Well, I now amend that to mean I promise I won’t be the mom who won’t let her children grow and move on. I can promise you now I will never let go. I will just let them become the young people they are destined to become. The thing is? It is happening too quickly for this mom. I’m so proud of them. I know they are good people and will be amazing out on their own when the times comes. I just wish there was more time here at home with all 5 of us before things change.

Please slow down time. Let it last longer. I’m not ready for them to grow up so fast. Please slow down.

 

When everything goes wrong, dance it out.

When everything goes wrong, dance it out.

I am ready for this week to end. In fact, I am ready for this month to end. (And we’re only halfway there!) So, what has kept me from blogging, writing and being social in general? It’s hard to do those things while either sleeping, at a doctor or dealing with insurance companies.  Here is a boring little bullet point type run down on what is going on but without those cute little “bullet point” points in front of them.

I’ve been playing Doctor Roulette. I’ve made it to the “Name That Condition” round. It’s kind of like a lightening round except totally not in that it seems to drag on forever. I have some swollen glands and found a knot behind my ear about the size of a cherry that should not be there so we are hoping for mono. (Yes, I did type “hoping for mono” because when a doctor tells you that sounds like the best case for these things, you hope for mono.) With the extreme headaches and fatigue, we have a good shot at that.

My son was in a car accident. Not his fault at all. He was rear ended by a teen driver who appeared to have been distracted and didn’t notice my son slow down  as a car in front of him slowed down to turn. It is not fun to pull up and find your son sitting down and his car looks like this:

(The front of the car looks about like the back. The other cars have only cosmetic damage.) Thankfully, my son will be okay. Nothing is broken. He was hurt but nothing is broken and he walked away. That is my blessing for the week. I don’t care how old he is, he is still my baby. And, yes, I have been hovering. It’s my job.

My van was broken into. That just made me mad. I had things in that van that you would THINK someone would want to take. Things like CD’s. (Does that mean my taste in music sucks?) Nintendo 3DS games and DS games. (Those are cool!) I also had a power converter (2!) in the car. I had checks and cash in there, too. AND I had a 12 pack of Diet Coke. (They are lucky they didn’t take that! That would have pushed me over the edge. Some things are sacred.) They took none of that. They took  my toll tag. (Yes, for real. The kicker of that is I called today to report it- a week later because I have been a bit busy- and they said there has been NO activity on it. What?! If you steal it, at least respect me enough to use it. Now, I’m mad.) Also, an adapter so that you can listen to your MP3 player through your radio. It was old- in tech years. Here is the kicker: I had a newer MP3 adapter that was not taken right there beside the other one. That is all that I could tell that was taken.  Two things. Two dumb things and one hasn’t even been used. Not that I wanted more things taken but for crying out loud, these thieves were idiots.

I had to take some medication that I did not want to take but was necessary. Because I had to take it, it made me more sensitive in general. Grumpy. Disappointed. Sad. That makes life at home for the rest of the family not so fun.

I miss my sister friends. I miss them so much I’m about to get in my van (minus my toll tag and old MP3 converter but with cool CDs) and just go get them. I need that boost. They remind me who I really am and that the real me is loved because it is the real me. Of course, if I go get all of them, I have to drive all over the country and even to Canada. Seeing as I can barely go to the store without needing a nap right now, I don’t think I can make that kind of a road trip. Yet.

So, there you have it. My week. I am very happy it is Friday.

And because it was all such a downer, here is something I hope makes you laugh. Now, the banana… If you know me, you know that I would be horrified by him doing that to me. However, my goal is to react like the security guard before BlogHer’12. (Hey, a girl has to have goals!) I think I  heart the security guard because he  reminds me of my friends. It’s totally something we would do.  Or at least a lot of them. Some would just keep talking while the rest of us do it and they would not even bat an eye of shock or surprise. (That is SO why I love them!)

So when my head no longer hurts, I hope you’ll join me in busting a move and schooling the banana! When in doubt, dance it out!


 

Remembering those we lost- Daniel John Lee

Remembering those we lost- Daniel John Lee

Five years ago I wrote about a victim of the 9/11 attacks. His name is Daniel John Lee.  He was a carpenter who worked on the crew of pop musicians the Backstreet Boys. He had been using a two-day break in the band’s touring schedule to travel from their date in Boston back to Los Angeles to spend time with his wife.

Danny Lee was determined to be at his wife’s side when she gave birth to their second child. The roadie for the Backstreet Boys had permission to peel away from the band’s tour after Monday’s concert, and after a long night breaking down the stage in Boston, he caught the first flight home to Los Angeles the next morning.

Read his story here.

I was sent the following picture today of Daniel’s name on the memorial wall. That touched me.

Daniel John Lee- 9/11 Memorial Wall

 

(I didn’t ask if I could use the name of the gentleman who sent this to me, so I am just going to say thank you  to him without outing him. Thank you.)

Moms of teens don’t blog. Oh wait! Yes, we do! So why are we so under represented everywhere?

Moms of teens don’t blog. Oh wait! Yes, we do! So why are we so under represented everywhere?

I have a ten year old. By definition now, she is considered a tween. In addition to her I also have two teenage boys. A senior in high school and a sophomore in high school. Teenagers. Teens. Those who are not babies and not yet adult people. They are those who still live at home.

So where are the websites, resources, and “expert blog sites” for me? Does parenting end at 8 or 9? I proposed this question to someone who was touting their new blog farm as “The Go To Site For Parents of babies, toddlers and beyond!”  But I am guessing “and beyond” means up to 8. (Surprisingly, I got no response when I asked about their huge missing demographic of teens.)

In 2005 I spoke on the first mommyblogger panel at BlogHer. My kids were 10, 8 and 3. Today’s dream demographic for blogs and marketers! There are websites, blogs, magazines etc all dedicated to those ages. But guess what happened. Go on. Guess.

Did you guess they grew up? Bingo. Those kids are now the teens and tween. You see, these adorable babies and toddlers and young grade school kids grow up. And you want want to know what there is out there for the parents of these now older kids.

Not a damn thing. Squat. Nada.

Busymom wrote about it.

Cursingmom wrote about it.

JoanneGlenniaBeth,  Deb, and I sat and talked for hours at BlogHer’11 about how under represented parents of teens are online. How much marketers, magazine blogs and the latest in “blog farms” are missing out by ignoring such a huge demographic. (Trust me when I say I spend a helluva lot more on my tweens and teens than I ever did on the kid toys. WAY more!)

With one post on Busymom’s site commenters (parents of tweens and teens) agreed how sad it is to have such little representation out there.  I am talking about well known, long time bloggers like LizMelisa, Headless Mom, MelissaShannon, Cheryl,  Robyn, Babybloomr…those are just a few moms who piped up in agreement.

A big “argument” about why there are not many sites about teens is because our children no longer want us to write about them.(Your precious little one probably doesn’t you to be writing about them either, but that is a totally different topic.)  I am not talking about writing about their lives like we did when they were children without a voice to tell us to stop. I am talking about resources, advice, support.  When  newborn cries, there are usually only a handful of things that can be wrong. (I know there are exceptions.) With a teenager? Oh for the love of all things moody, hormonal and life changing there could be a million things. But even if it isn’t “What’s wrong?” there are things that we– as parents of teens– would love to have support with.

  • School.
  • Driving.
  • Health.
  • Dating.
  • Parties/gifts.
  • Changing relationships.
  • Jobs.
  • Cars.
  • College.
  • Etc, etc.

Unless you have a support system, you are on your own figuring it out.

I have also heard that marketers are trying to directly hit the teen market rather than go through parents. I call bullshit on that one. Where do they think these teens and tweens are going to get the money? It’s called the bank of Mom and Dad. To try to bypass us is ridiculous. And very, very short sighted. It doesn’t help when a company who is trying to reach out to parents of teens use parents whose children haven’t even hit the double digits as spokespeople. Isn’t that kind of like asking a man to tell  you what labor feels like?

I actually got an email from a PR rep that first mentioned that “even though your kids are still very young….” (tuned out right there) blah blah blah “and I have found there are so few bloggers with teens these days.” The hell? What Internet have you been on. I can give you a list of over 70 and still not have a complete list.

Those little kids on the adorable mommyblogs are going to become tweens and teens. Those adorable little Pampers wearing cherubs will become moody little strangers. Then what?  To quote cursingmama, “The Internet is no place for parents of teens.”

What do you think? Do you want your voice heard? Do you want more resources? Do we storm the gates trying to get the current market to listen or do we do it ourselves?  Just as we had to fight the whole “mommy bloggers aren’t worth our time” situation almost 8 years ago. (Now? They are are holy grail of bloggers. And yes, I am going to say that those who now have tweens and teens did help pave the way to that reality.) Is this our new stand? I’d love to hear from you! Share your blog. Share what you want to see. What do you think about the representation of tweens & teens– or under representation?

If they aren’t able to meet our needs,  do we do it ourselves and pave the way for the Pampers generation to come? Again?