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#7QT: The Senior Citizen’s version

Let’s,  talk about aging these Quick Takes with Kelly in celebration (?), disbelief (?) and the awful truth that Luke Perry aka “Dylan” of 90210 is the cover boy of AARP.  What the what???  This truth brought to my attention via one of my oldest BFF’s text a few nights ago.

 

  1. Remember when $10 filled your tank?  All your homies threw in a dollar or two if it was your turn to drive around cranking out some Yaz and your weekend was set.  Today $10 might get you to the next gas station.  OK, slight exaggeration, but it surely won’t fill the tank!
  2. Remember when you had to “be home by dark”, more specifically when the streetlights turned on, that was the cue to get on that banana seat and haul it home.  Or sometimes, if plans changed, you might hear your mom or dad holler across the ‘hood for you.  That meant, “home now”.
  3. Remember when phones had cords attached to the wall?  When we got the extra long (IDK, 10 foot cord or something crazy like that) and we could walk all the way into the bathroom.  And shut the door.  Boom, privacy.  You might have had to spend an hour untangling it afterward, but was always worth it.
  4. Remember Aqua Net?  Hey, that 80’s hair didn’t stay up there all by itself you know!
  5. Remember Cliff’s notes?  If you didn’t understand a book or more likely didn’t actually read it all in time for the quiz/test/paper; these would give you the gist.  Your paper would probably suck, but you might swing a B on a quiz, so definitely worth the gamble.
  6. For those of us on the coast:  Beach hangout err weekend and all summer long.  Each beach approach had it’s own social circle and hotel pools to sneak into.  Almost like gang territories, except baggies and bikinis.  So not really.  Just lots of baby oil and no SPF.
  7. Beverly Hills:  90210.  You were home to watch it every week.  If not, you hoped you had a clean VHS to tape it on otherwise you’d have to get the scoop from  your friends the next day.

Yup.  Old.  Not quite AARP, but closer to it than I’d like to admit.  Bring on the discounts, folks!!

A little change up

Yesterday the Hubs and I hit the gym at the ridiculous o’dark hundred hour of 5ish.  So early.  So dark.  However, a saying my friends and I have is that you never regret having gone to work out, only not going.  Even though my muscles ache (yay!) this morning and I definitely had to have extra coffee yesterday and I was positively dying for sleep at my meeting last night, not once did I regret getting up early and going to the gym.

For years I’ve was an early morning exerciser person, mainly because  with little kids life just got in the way too often for anything else to work for me and it was one less thing to worry about in the day; however, when you get out of that routine……………….well, it’s definitely more challenging to get back into.  A comfy bed, fall temperatures, a good sleep, all things incredibly difficult to drag oneself away from.  This is where an accountability person comes in handy.  Hubby is NOT an early morning exerciser, so we will just take this one early morning victory at a time and go from there.

Today, I’ll enjoy my sore abs, linger a little longer over my coffee, and  enjoy the quiet.  Tomorrow we do it again!  Wish us perseverance and consistency, friends!!  We’ll need it!

What’s next?

This morning I had the privelege to start my day with my Director, mentor and friend at a breakfast meeting followed by a talk given to Daytona State College students and community members by Lucas Daniel Boyce, author of Living Proof.  What a story.  I will do him a great injustice by attempting to retell his story (just ask my Hubby who got the Cliff’s notes version over dinner), but what I will say is if you read his book and you aren’t motivated, you must be dead.

I’ve been mulling over his talk all day in fascination of his life, what could have been for a poor black boy in the foster system and what came to be.  A true example of what amazing things encouragement, faith, and perseverance can bring about in life. Encouragement and love by a family who adopted several children (11?) in addition to their own 4.  A family who took in the babies wracked by the drugs in their system from addict mothers, spina bifida, mentally delayed and loved them.  Faith that our God is an awesome God and with trust in Him, His guidance and His protection there is nothing we cannot do.  Perseverance in going the distance to reach goals, that in the eyes of the world, are highly improbably of attaining.

God is good.  God is faithful.  He wants us all to succeed.  We have all the tools we need; our job is to pick them up and use them.

Today I had a jolt of motivation by the kid who repeated Kindergarten to graduating as Valedictorian in his high school class.

What’s next for you?

 

We reap what we sow

Have you ever had your toddler sass you with a phrase or intonation that was a dead-on impression of you?  Or perhaps a middle schooler roll their eyes with a disdainful expression that you’ve seen “somewhere” before.  Maybe even a high schooler or young adult disagree with you about something and throw your own logic back in your face?  No?  Maybe it’s just me then.  Just kidding, I know I am not alone here on this one.  There is no better mirror on our own parenting than in the faces, words and actions of our children.  I, for one, have seen some not so great mirroring of my own over the years and will honestly say; parenting is a constant work in progress.

Today I was privy to a portion of a particularly nasty and public conversation between two people.  These people are related to me and the conversation was one that my sister and I shared with our father 3 decades ago.  OUR conversation, though seriously explosive and resulting in a 7 year long estrangement and forever deconstructed relationship, positively paled in comparison to what I read today.  As I sat back and picked my jaw up from the floor and judged it all, I realized how horribly sad this situation is.  So broken.  The father, has long had anger issues and has never acknowledged that he could be mistaken on any subject.  Ever.  A father who can not ever be disagreed with.  A father who loves to spoil his kids and participate with his kids as long as it is something that holds his interest.  The daughter, a child of a 2nd and 3rd marriage to an older father and younger mother.  The boundaries?  As far as social media and family rumors go:  loose boundaries, spoilage resulting in entitlement and now anger, frustration and lashing out.  A lost little girl needing guidance, love and security, but unable and unwilling to ask.   A truly tragic truth, some lessons are never learned, only repeated with likely the same sorrowful results.

We reap what we sow.  Mamas and Papas those little hearts need boundaries.  They need to feel safe.  They need to trust that we have their backs. They need to know that they can screw up and we will be right there to help brush them off and give them solid advice and encouragement for the next go around.  They need to learn how to argue respectfully and know that sometimes in life we can agree to disagree and respect each other’s points.  They need to know as they navigate kindergarten recess, middle school lunchroom, and high school cliques that we are there every step of the way; not fighting their battles but cheering them on and fueling their self-esteem.  Sometimes it means making the unpopular choices and denying a sleepover, checking in with a parent, monitoring social media and cell phones.  Honest conversation.  Hard conversation.  Those boundaries are setting that foundation for later in life when those preschoolers on training wheels are spreading their wings as 19 year olds on motorcycles and preparing to move out.  Setting up boundaries and expectations early is the difference between a selfish, entitled young adult unable to make a committment waiting on society to give them a trophy for showing up to work on time and a confident and aware young adult able to understand the value of a dollar, a strong work ethic and the importance of following through with committments.

We don’t have to be our kid’s friends, they will have enough of them on their own.  Our job as their parents is to lay the groundwork so that they will be adults we want to include as friends. Anything else is a disservice to them, heartbreak for us and only adds to furthering moral and social decline in our society.

And for the love, keep your poop off social media.

Day of rest

All day long.

Actually, we were up pretty early after Homecoming night to sell Christmas wreaths at church for the youth group after the 7:30 a.m. Mass.  After Mass, I covered for a friend at Middle School Youth  Group (marshmallows and middle schoolers….you know that’s going to be funny!).

We were all dragging though.  By the time we got home from youth groups, swimming and dropping off at cheer practice, there has been literally someone asleep or in some state of nap-rest for going on 6 hours now.  It’s been glorious!

I love when my people rest.  I love when I can sneak in a nap.  It happens far too infrequently, but today it did and I say, “GLORY to God!”

Naps rule forever!!