Thursday, May 22, 2014

Lesson Learned, Hopefully

Some of you have read my Facebook post from this morning.  If not, here is how my day started.

Me: London, you will have to fill your water bottle at school because we have to get to school.

London (in tears): Mom, PLEASE let me fill it here!  School water is disgusting and I need ice!

Me: No.  Get your butt in the car.  We are going to be late for school.

Needless to say, the whole conversation left meet feeling discouraged as a mother.  What am I doing wrong?  How have I raised children who feel so entitled?

This was my solution.

When London arrived home from school today, I handed her a bucket that I use for cleaning.  We then proceeded down the hill to the pond behind our house.  She was pretty excited, as you will see in my first picture, because she thought we were going to do some cool science experiment.

However, she soon discovered that was not my intention at all.  I told her to place the bucket on her head and hike up, the somewhat steep, hill.

By the time we got to our house, she was still wondering what in the world we were doing.

We went into the kitchen, I took a glass from the cupboard, and asked her if she wanted a drink.  While the water was dirty, it was still pretty clear, nothing like what we've seen in samples of water conditions in Uganda.

Immediately, she said, "Mom, I'm sorry for overreacting this morning."

We had a good talk about how blessed we are.  This has been an excellent reminder for all of us to be thankful for God's provision in our life.

Monday, May 19, 2014


Remember being a teenager and thinking that your mother knew nothing?  Yeah, me too!  Sorry Mom!

Now, as the mother of teenagers, I am realizing that there are quite a few things that I really don't know.  We live in a world of "Lol" and phrases like "adorbs", "totes redic", and "prom-prosal".  Being something of a word-lover, these abbreviations and new language are foreign to me, one which I'm learning to speak fluently.

In the past few months, my daughter has started dating a wonderful young man who, as is she, is a junior in high school.  By March, we knew this would probably mean she would be attending his prom.  To be honest, I was thrilled for her!  I LOVED prom and was excited that she would also be having this experience to feel like a princess for an evening.  What I didn't realize was how many things have changed in the past...ahem...two and a half decades.

Do you know about prom-prosals?  Asking a girl to prom is no longer, " you wanna go to the prom with me?"  For Sydney, it was still simple but very thoughtful.  Her boyfriend had spent a week in Florida training with his baseball team and brought this home for her.

Prom-posals range from being invited during your school's announcements to being asked in front of an audience at the final performance of your drama department's musical to, one of my personal favorites from my daughter's friend, Kiley:

"I was just stopping into starbucks with a friend to do a tiny bit of homework. Uriah was there which was no surprise to me since I always joked that this was 'his Starbucks.' He offered to buy mine and my friends drink which was also no surprise to me because Uriah is the biggest gentlemen I know! I did however think he was acting a little weird which I later realized was his unnecessary nerves. He brought mine and Ellie's drink over to us and I didn't even notice the cup until a couple baristas came over with flowers and Uriah exclaimed 'prom?!'"

Dress shopping for us was similar to what I remembered as a girl.  It was a rare one-on-one evening with my daughter.  Her taste is pretty conservative so I didn't even have to intervene on her dress choice.  The biggest difference was the decision process.  Since her friends were not with her, it included texting photos of her in her top three choices and asking their opinions.  That did add to the time spent on the hunt for the perfect dress.

The week of prom, however, was again back to what I think of as pre-wedding preparation.  Monday was "root touch up" with her hair stylist and last-minute shoe shopping.  Wednesday was a brow wax and pedicure (to be honest, I took advantage of the pedicure time also).  Friday was a gel manicure.  Many girls go to get their hair and makeup done on the day of prom.  Since makeup is "what I do", we took care of that at home.

In the end, my sweet girl ended up looking like a stunning young woman with her handsome Prince Charming.

So, what do you think?  Are prom-prosals too much?  Is this because of or adding to the entitlement that seems to be prevalent in today's society?  Or is it just me, still a small town girl at heart?

Monday, May 5, 2014

Do What You Love

I've been wanting to write this since last week.  However, after a long weekend in NYC with my oldest daughter, I came home with vertigo.  Have you heard of it?  It's different for different people.  For me, I feel like I'm on a boat, not a cruise ship with stabilizers...more like a pontoon, most of the time.  Even now, as I stare at this computer screen, I feel, what I have termed as, "wavy".  While it certainly isn't life-threatening, it has been quite consuming the past ten days.  I've decided to just deal with it!  On the recommendation of an ER doc and my chiropractor, yes - they can agree, I am seeing an ENT on Wednesday for more answers.

Today marks another new beginning for me.  I have decided to commit to the fitness programs of Tony Horton (with the addition of running), the nutrition philosophy of Whole30 and the Daniel Plan mentality for a year.  There will be a few exceptions, for the most part, trips to North Dakota to visit family and friends.  Each of those visits last only a few days, not months.  So, I'm not going to beat myself up about a few slips here and there.  You know what?  My biggest commitment is to just enjoy life!  I feel healthier and happier when I'm eating well and being active.  I believe that I will enjoy my days a little more if I can just let go a little, not be as obsessed with calories, and just be healthy!

I had a great start!  Despite the vertigo, I did a 30 minute Couch-to-5K walk/run this morning followed by a 30 minute P90X3 workout.  Did I feel wavy?  Yep!  Did I fall over and hurt myself?  Nope!  I had asked Sydney to listen for a loud "thud" in case I fell.

My youngest daughter, London, wants to run a 10K.  There is no reason that I can't do that with her.  Some of my greatest joy on this earth comes from spending time with my children.  Walking the streets of New York with Sydney has now become some of the best memories I possess.  I weigh 30 less pounds than I did as of October 1, 2013.  I believe that shedding those 30 pounds allowed me to walk the miles without a swollen knee and a crabby attitude (still had sore feet but that is because I chose cute boots over comfortable running shoes).  Being fit isn't just about being able to rock the latest fashions...although, if I'm being completely honest, I LOVE clothes.  I believe it is more about being able to do what you love and love doing it!

Time doesn't stand still.  

I am now in a stage of life where we travel for soccer, prom dress shop, and prepare for senior photos.  The days of diapers and strollers are long gone.  I've wasted too many moments wishing that I looked different, felt better, fill in the blank...