I’m not posting a photo to go along with this entry because if I did it would be me sitting on the toilet, hair sticking out in 1000 different directions, eyes glazed over from lack of sleep and energy, donut glaze on my cheek, yelling at my kids to, “for the love of sweet Jesus, learn to put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder & pick up the damn potato chip wrappers & Coke cans in the living room” because we haven’t had a kitchen for a week. Also, if I share a picture, the President’s men will see it and immediately put me on the no-fly list because they will draw the logical conclusion that I’m a danger to my fellow citizens. That’s pretty much how my entire month has gone, frantically running from end-of-school-year event to event, watching my daughter graduate and watching, at 3 a.m. one morning, my mother’s apartment go up in flames. I also had a bikini wax because I love to kick myself when I’m down and I hadn’t done enough screaming at the kids to get my monthly fill. So, how are you guys?
But seriously, THANK YOU for all the love and support shown to my mother as she faced dealing with the loss of all of her possessions, the sentimental stuff being what mattered. There were 4 fires in a three-month period in her building as of the night that hers was deemed a total loss. There has been one fire since in the south building across from her, set in the same way, so they’re being called “suspicious” at this point. It’s bad enough to endure the trauma but to endure it out of someone’s meanness is very unsettling. Your gifts, love, hugs and support have meant the world to her.
Ryder graduated on the 23rd and then turned 18 on June 8. We will be taking her to orientation at TCU this week. I am excited, if for no other reason than for three full days I won’t have to listen to boys fight over and talk about Minecraft servers, I can go to Clotheshorse Anonymous and raid IKEA. I’m also looking forward to some good Texas meals & hotel room bedding. Maybe a dip in a pool or two. But I will miss all three of my boys.
Our flooring installers finished and our new floors look, well, MAGNIFICENT. That’s really not too strong since they turned out exactly as I envisioned the day I walked into the flooring store. I want to bow and kiss them. They completely change the look of our kitchen and den. When I get the walls painted and artwork hung, I promise a picture. Right now I am putting a desk together (again, I love you, IKEA) for my tiny office nestled in the corner of our bedroom where I can work in peace. Speaking of work, it’s going well & I’ve had the opportunity to photograph some beautiful girls lately. Things are good.
The pool finally opened full-time & I’m enjoying some time there basking in the rays and reading on my new Nook, which I love. I can never replace the friends I have made through our neighborhood pool – it’s definitely one of my happy places. I’m so glad my kids have many childhood memories from that place. Last night, our little buddy Clay turned 10 and our oldest son Wyatt, who is three years older than Clay & a TEEN, went to his party with us. Right after we got there one of Wyatt’s friends called and wanted him to come over & he said he could after a while, but that he wouldn’t miss Clay’s party. As the oldest boy there who had an offer from his best friend, my heart was very proud.
Brooks plays his last spring season baseball game tonight and will have a break from baseball until fall. He pitched a good game the other night & I’m very proud of him. He will start again in the fall with the same team & I hope his love for the game continues. It hasn’t exactly been a joyride the last couple seasons and as an introvert, adjusting to a new team has not come easy for him. He’s going to attend a camp in July that I think will give him a nice mid-summer dose of baseball and allow him to spend time with a good friend who moved last fall. I’ve made the choice to have him step out of his comfort zone a bit and decisions like that are one of the harder aspects of parenting, aren’t they?
I recently finished reading a rather life-changing book by David Sheff called “Beautiful Boy”. It’s a “hard-to-read-emotionally-but-inspiring” book about his son’s struggle with meth addiction. Last night I started a memoir written by David’s son, Nic Sheff, called Tweak.) It’s really made me do some deep thinking about my parenting and honestly, parenting in general and what we are doing to our kids these days. (Not necessarily because of anything the dad did in the book, however.) I feel very strongly that our generation tends to parent from the perspective of what WE want our children to be and do. We want them to do what will make us look good & give very little thought to what may actually be the right thing for them. The book just made me think that we really have very little time with them & if you screw that up, there’s no getting the time back. It’s a heartbreaking read but there are so many passages that struck me & I don’t even have a child dealing with addiction. The quotes are applicable in other areas of parenting too. I do have some experience with people who want their children to succeed for their own accolades (not my dad, who raised me) and I think it’s just sad. We need to love our children for what they are and what they choose to become. I think Mr. Sheff definitely loved his child for what he was & probably had no idea in writing his book that he would help people in areas other than addiction. I commend him and his son for being brave enough to share their stories.
I have to meet Chuck in an hour for lunch and I’m nowhere near presentable so I hope your summer is off to a good start and that the sun shines brightly on you today!