Category Archives: Family

Leaving evidence….

I came across this article the other day (and reposted it to my FB page) and thought, “Oh, my.  That’s me. ”  Except, Allison Tate wrote it…not me 😉

I HATE having my picture taken.  HATE.  IT.  There is NO picture with me in it that I don’t criticize positively EVERYthing about it.  And therefore, the majority of our family pictures are taken by….moi!

I did realize a few years back that our poor children will have so little photographic memories of me when they are older and that I should make a better effort to get in a few pictures.  And then…..I forget about it.  Or hit delete.  <sigh>

Forever searching for the “right angle” and really, I just need to get over it.  I’m so ridiculously vain sometimes.  I am who I am.  And with 2000+entries of moms in a “slide show” format with this article, obviously there are lots of us who need to “get over it” and get in front of the lens!

Incidentally, we have our family photo scheduled at the end of the month, so I’ll for sure be in that one as well.  IN the meantime…..enjoy these 2 little ditties from our own Photo Booth!  Blessings!

the girls surrounded me with their animals….I’m pretending to be scairt!

Au naturel….goofing with the girls….Photo Booth provides tons of fun with ALL kids!

 

Wings, waves and fabulous fall weather!

My sis and the boys came to town for the air show at the beach.  (BIL had to work–BOO HISS!).  It was phenomenal fall weather and and AWE-inspiring air show!!

Crowds lined the beach for a perfect view!

The Snow birds were a HUGE hit (and our first act…a hard one to follow!)

This little trick of “crossing paths” took my sister’s breath away.  Every time.  Serious.

The Geico planes

The Thunderbirds.  Man those jets are loud.  And they give you goosebumps!!

This was a T-bird “putting on the brakes”…all the way past the pier…CRAZAY!!!

A great day to fly a kite, too!

 

Mall lock-ins and letting go

This weekend our oldest daughter joined the Girl Scouts by indoctrination at the annual Mall Lock-in.  The event involves hundreds of Girl Scouts and their leaders as they spend the night in the local mall (a girl’s dream, right?).  There is a DJ, photo booth, dancing, contests, 2 of the local colleges had activities and cheerleaders to entertain the girls, some of the stores were open for shopping and you could even sleep if you wanted to.  There was a 2 a.m. pick up option or a 5:30 am. pick up option; figuring if we were going to do…we’d DO IT…5:30 a.m. it was.  The girl had a blast.  Made new friends.  Shopped.  Danced.  Played games.  And didn’t sleep.  It was an event that was out of our comfort zone, however, we could see it as a growing experience and an opportunity to spread her wings.  They all have to at some point and we all have our way of going about it in this parenting game.

A while back I read this article about a family in New York as they documented letting their young son navigate the Subway system solo.  I swear I got angina just reading it and you can, too…written by Lenore Skenazy, NY Sun article.  However, after I processed what I read, I realized we ALL parent differently.  I am a suburban beach girl, through and through.  My visit to a real-deal CITY gives me neck pain because I can’t stop craning my neck (so touristy, I know–can’t help it) in awe and amazement at the buildings towering all around me.  The Subway gave me palpitations, I was certain we’d get lost.  It’s not what I am used to and my internal GPS is seriously flawed, just ask my Hubby.  This family, however, IS used to it.  Their son is used to it.  His managing the subway is a critical skill he’ll need and the sooner he masters it, the better he’ll be at getting around in HIS city.  Knowing how to get home is a skill we ALL need.

Our children have their own privileges for getting around our town.  And some of my friends shudder at what we allow them to do.  Bicycling for hours with friends.  Bus system to get across 3 towns over to skateboard all day.  It comes with time.  We’ve set the foundation.  Taught them how to find their way around town with landmarks, street signs, etc.  Hubby rode the bus with our oldest son to show him how to navigate the terminal, bus changes and taught him how to read the map and learn the stops.  It’s nerve-wracking and yet it makes them amazingly independent, self-sufficient and more responsible as these are privileges not a God-given right.  As our girls get older, I am certain their privileges will be different from the boys, but they will eventually spread their wings as well.  It won’t be any less gut-wrenching.

We can all go insane with the what-ifs and the what-abouts and the reality is those scenarios will ALWAYS be there regardless of city, suburbia or country.  Danger is everywhere.  All you have to do is open the paper or the internet.  Every time I do I want to erect a compound that is self-sufficient and never leave or let my children leave.  Then reality hits.  God has given us these children, HIS children, on loan and it’s a huge responsibility to bear.  One we don’t fully understand until our children become less dependent on us.  Our job as parents is to do what we can to protect our children, physically, mentally, spiritually.  They do grow up.  Each child can manage responsibility differently and knowledge is power.  We can’t live in fear.  Helicoptering them does them no favors now or later.

Raise up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.  Proverbs 22:6

As parents we have to strike a balance between helicopter parenting and zero supervision.  It’s so hard.  Helicoptering makes it easy because we are the adults and life experience helps us to just DO IT ALL for our kids.  It’s easier for us to just do it, unfortunately they learn nothing from it, other than mom/dad will do it.  Zero supervision is sink or swim.  Some kids make it out OK, but it’s a tough road, fraught with LOTS of bumps and bruises.  Kids need example.  Regardless of which end of the spectrum we fall in, or somewhere in between, we are setting AN example.  It’s a constant battle within myself to remember that the example I give them now molds them into the adults they will be later.

Kids need to learn responsibility, be allowed to fall and learn from their mistakes.  We set the foundation.  Feed it to them a little at a time.  Sometimes it means stepping out of our comfort zone and trusting that foundation will be solid and help them step up into maturity.  One example and lesson at a time.

Parenting.  Sure isn’t for sissies, is it?

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.  Chinese proverb

 

Woop, woop, wrapping it up!

TGIF!  It would seem this is the only day of the week I actually have a GOAL in posting…the days/weeks are flying by and fortunately I don’t get paid to blog or we’d be starving!!!    And so, I’ll just lob onto the many fabulous people blogging on @ 7 Quick Takes with Jennifer Fulwiler @ Conversion Diary.

And since our weeks are basically work, school, taxi to cheer/soccer/church, try to squeeze in some exercise, feed the family (without burning down the house and/or my fingers) and get everyone showered (mostly) and in bed (at a somewhat reasonable hour) , that would probably sound like YOUR week, so I’ll just entertain you with a few pics and words from our weekend, K?  K.

1)  Our cheerleader and I drove to Merritt Island for an early game (be there @ 7:30 a.m….it’s an hour and 15 minutes away….you do the math) on Saturday.  We did have most of the day left, so that was good….

2)  These are the cute little reminders that it is October, ladies.  (Guys, make sure the ladies in your life get theirs! ) Yes.  Go ahead.  Make the appointment.  Get the girls squashed.  Get over your dread.  It’s less than 10 minutes and it can SAVE YOUR LIFE!!!  Get your mammogram today!!!  Or at least make the appointment.  Have your bestie make one, too and then go to lunch.  WhatevAH works for you, just.  do.  it.  K?  K.

3)  Saturday night we did S’mores.  We’ve been promising since last weekend.  And then it rained on Saturday.  We resorted to the gas grill with sticks that were losing their “stiffness” and everyone still enjoyed them.  No one lost an eye, thanks to my drill sergeant persona as well as droopy sticks.  We tried out pumpkin spice marshmallows which weren’t such a hit with the kids, but for Mama (who doesn’t really love marshmallows) I LIKED ’em.  yum.  So, more for me…

4)  We went to our town’s bi-annual carnival and business expo.  The kids love it.  We tolerate it.  In small doses.  Like the sidewalk art….fabulous.  Oh to have a smidgen of that talent. What would it be like?  sigh.  I’ll never know, but I am certainly grateful that people DO have this talent!

5)  The kids love the rides.  The girls opted for a wristband and ran and rode like the wind to get their max spending power out of that band in the alloted time.  I’m happy to say, yes.  yes they did rock that band.  (The boys went Friday night with friends and promptly passed out after coming home—6 hours at the carnival is apparently too much for some….)

6)  Coke.  Ice cold.  In a bottle.   What can I say, it was exhausting watching the girls ride those rides.

7)  One more sky shot.  God paints a mean sky, doesn’t He?

Take it one day at a time

It’s been an interesting week this week.  I must say, I’ve been looking at life differently for a few days and tonight I adjusted even more.

Earlier this week, I had a patient, a “frequent flier” (of which you do NOT want to be when you come see me at work); it was a 6 month check up for him and his lung cancer.  We’ve scanned him since he was diagnosed about 2 years ago.  28.  Firefighter.  In firefighting shape.  I’ve seen a lot of ugly, ugly cases in my time and every once in a while you get a patient that floors you.  He did.  It was an awful cancer and it took a tremendous effort to take him off the table and smile and give him the standard directions to hydrate, etc knowing full well we’d see him again.  and again.  and again.  hopefully.  Then yesterday, there he was.  Hair growing back. Skeleton replaced by flesh.  Almost back to his starting weight.  Same good spirits.  He’s running again, almost a mile.  Oh, and he’s missing a lung.  The whole lung.  He’s not even one bit short of breath.  Hoping to be back to full duty in a month and complaining that he’s not running further yet. We both laughed about that, knowing full well what a difference those 6 months made.   Medicine is amazing.  Truly amazing.  Yet, when I have a patient like this, I know medicine alone can’t take the credit for this healing.  This young man’s work isn’t done yet.  I can’t wait to see what the next 6 months bring for him!!

Then tonight, my step-dad told me of a neighbor a few doors down that passed away a few weeks ago.  A family with all boys.  The youngest 2 are our son’s ages roughly.  The older 2 are in college.  The husband and wife have never been overly friendly to me,but I’ve seen them at school, and the dad playing in the yard with his boys.  41 years old.  Massive heart attack.  The dad died.  What!?!?  They are healthy.  I see them at the gym.  He’s younger than me!  Talk about smacking your day into perspective.  You never know.  Really.

Plan for tomorrow but live for today.  Make each moment count.  The little stuff is just “stuff”.  Engage with your family.  We see it all the time.  We hear it all the time.  Life is precious.  Take it one day at a time and make every one count.

Blessings.