Thursday, April 25, 2013


One of the most difficult things  about being a mom isn’t the childbirth, isn’t teething or the fevers from all the shots.  Isn’t the terrible two’s (which was NOTHING compared to when they grew a mouth!! lol), isn’t the incessant bickering, taunting & teasing….isn’t the sleepless nights waiting for them to come home after getting their driver’s license- or the dates with the boys/girls – oh no - no  - no….

I think the hardest thing creeps  up on you - -it comes at you  just when you think  life has settle into something (you can call) some semblance of normal – well, normal for you.  It’s when your child, now an adult,  decides they want to move - - out of frickin’ state- - - - to frickin’ Colorado….(not that I am bitter- -lol )

Being a mom (a parent) is a wonderful gift --- being a mom has given me more joy than anything I could have ever hoped for in my entire life.  Being a mom has provided me with more joy, more amusement (face it kids are funny), more merriment and so much love that my heart could burst.  Being a mom, is by far, the best thing I could ever have hoped for - for MY life. My life =  my kids.  Boberts and I are fortunate that we were given the opportunity to raise three wonderfully comical, wacky, intelligent, awesome kids. They make me laugh, they make me cry. They make me crazy and yes, occasionally they make me so mad I could knock a couple of pegs  out of whatever it is for which you knock out pegs.
BUT- I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

There’s this movie that, for the longest time I just didn’t get. Bob would tell you it’s his favorite because it reminds him of the kids…. I must be missing ‘that chip’ that gives you ‘feelings’ when watching a cartoon movie.

Finding Nemo is about a dad fish looking for his son fish (voiced by Ellen DeGeneres) that got lost somehow…. I don’t really remember the whole thing, just bits and pieces of it… but I get it now…. It’s portrays the real struggles we as parents deal with when ‘letting go’ of our kids. I’m not kidding- it hurts.


We couldn’t possibly warn our kids about EVERYTHING without giving them some kind of complex or worse. I want to believe that we raised our kids to know right from wrong - to hope they listened to our words and will follow our example (well, hopefully not ALL our examples). They may not see the potential dangers we see looking through our fifty huh-huh years…living  in the big city,  maybe  we were too overly protective and maybe THAT is harmful….. I dunno…. I hope not.  .but then again- maybe they see things we don’t.

I have stated - ad nauseam - that all I want is for my kids to be happy. THAT is true…but really, my heart is breaking. Watching my baby pack her things and move out of  frickin’ state- to frickin’ Colorado (no less), is  D-E-V-A-S-T-A-T-I-N-G!
Telling her no, she can’t go isn’t something I could do. She is, after all, an adult…and I would never want to hear the words ‘I HATE YOU’ uttered from the mouth of any of my kids.  I remember THAT from that little movie. Ouch- hearing Nemo tell his dad he hated him hurt…it made MY heart hurt - and it was only a movie…and a fish…and fish don’t really talk… ;-)

I guess we have to believe that we can’t prevent everything…we can only hope we prepared our kids for this world-  (and frickin’ Colorado)!

I do have faith in Ari that she is every bit the grown up she says she is and we, Bob & I and yes, of course, God have given her the all the tools to become all that she is capable of being. 

I NOW ‘get’ what Bob was talking about… I’ll have to re-watch the movie- 

after Ari has pulled out of the driveway. 

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