Daylight savings time comes to an end tonight. Everyone all day has been so excited about the extra hour of sleep we are allowed. Clearly these people don’t have children or dogs. The huffing and staring will begin about 5:30. One dog will wake up, determine it’s time to eat and come to the side of the bed and breathe right in the man’s face, to which he’ll yell “Lay down”. This situation, could potentially repeat itself for up to an hour. So tomorrow I’ll be up an hour earlier than normal to feed the dogs, who clearly don’t get the memo on gaining an extra hour of sleep. And if I fall back asleep after the dog feeding at 4:30, my kids will be up at 5:30 looking for breakfast. So while the rest of the world gets an extra hour of sleep, moms and dads around the world will be looking for bedtime much more than an hour sooner.
This kid is brilliant.
This kid is loving.
This kid is wise beyond his years.
This kid is hilarious.
He can tell a story like only his grandfather can.
He loves learning about historical things.
He loves math.
This kid loves science.
This kid has never met a book he didn’t love.
This kid is a black belt.
This kid is a pretty good baseball player.
He has developed into a strong runner
He loves our dogs.
He loves our family.
He takes care of his sister.
This kid helps his mom and his soon to be step dad.
This kid admires his dad and his step-siblings.
This kid is unorganized.
This kid is a master negotiator.
He doesn’t understand that he can’t negotiate with adults.
He doesn’t know when to quit.
He is still young and immature and sometimes I forget that.
He is frustratingly slow.
And he is SO hard to parent.
This kid is so much like me and so much like his father…and I just wish it was easier to make life easier for him.
I have had so many issues with planning this wedding. It’s not that I’m not excited or committed. I am. It’s that I want it to be beautiful, romantic and easy. I don’t want to get caught up in the details of “wedding” and lose sight of the long term marriage. Part of that is fear and another…I’m not sure what.
I had a meeting last night with a wedding coordinator. We talked about how I envisioned the day. We talked about how little I wanted to spend. We looked at things I like and things I don’t.
She turned my thoughts and little ideas into a vision. As we only spent an hour together, I’m starting to picture the day. It’s amazing.
I thougt wedding coordinators were silly, expensive and created over the top elaborate BRIDEZILLA type weddings. However, today I realize that wedding coordinators make dreams and little bits of ideas real…and it’s very exciting.
Ever since I was a little girl, my mom has told my sister and I that it’s our responsibility to vote. It’s more than a right. It’s something we’re lucky to be able to do. It’s something that we’re OBLIGATED to do. In a country based on the idea of a government for the people, by the people…the people MUST speak.
My mom was not overly political with us. She was neither conservative, nor liberal. She let us make up our own minds. She took us with her many times when she voted. She practiced what she preached. From the time my son was born, he’s gone with me to vote. I’ve tried to share this same legacy with my oldest, just as my mother did with me.
So, with that, it caught me off guard this morning, as I was driving my daughter to school and we had the radio on the local college station. The DJs were discussing voting. Their tone was cynical and negative. If it was satire, it was so thickly veiled that I was struggling to know if they were serious or not…and it hit me. My daughter was listening to this. My daughter, was hearing how these local “celebrities” thought voting was stupid. These celebrities that talk daily about her favorite bands, that announce concerts she can only dream about for another decade or so. And my heart cried, I was physically saddened by the thought of this and as we parked the car.
After what seemed like minutes of trying to remove the lump from my throat and the tear from my eye, I told her that voting is important. That when she gets older, it’s not only her right, it’s her job. And today, I will leave work early enough to pick her up and take her with me to vote. She needs to see the practice in action. I won’t allow someone else to let me children decide what’s important. I’ll never tell her how to vote or what to think, but I will teach her to exercise her right…and do what is right. It’s not only my responsibility as her mother, it’s my right.