Dear Mom of Little Ones

Warning. 

Sappy Mom post.

If you are emotionally unstable, you should turn back now.  

If you are still with me, let us carry on.  

I don't remember a lot about when my boys were little.  It seems like a huge blur at times.  We were so busy and I remember it being physically and mentally exhausting to do anything other than stay at home.  If you had a successful bedtime routine, you were really it.  You had it all figured out.  I rarely had that moment of satisfaction as they got out of bed at least 57 times a night before finally falling asleep.  THAT...I remember.  

Lord have mercy.  

I also remember seeing older women...who now that I'm forty seem "younger" as I look back...staring lovingly at my children.  They would be the kind that would stop and watch as my three year old spilled an entire candy cane shaped container of M & M's on the floor of Target.  (That is a sound you don't forget.)  They would stand and watch and you'd catch their eye in your moment of complete and total embarrassment and they'd smile.  

They must think I've got this all together...I thought.  Or...they must really like the way I handled myself in that moment.  (Insert giant pat on back for being overly confident in my mothering skills)

I always gave myself credit for their loving glances in the direction of my fighting two and four year old, or at our attempt at a family dinner "out" with a baby, five and seven year old.  

Bless.  

We'd make a scene wherever we went and it always seemed like one of these "young" ladies would be there...smiling...watching...and what I assumed-approving of my life.  

As my children are nearing the "grown" stage, I find myself stopping and staring at mothers with young kids.  Especially little boys.  With Big being 18 and leaving for college soon, and Middle being 16 and not far behind in the "leaving me" portion of life, I'm starting to straight up panic.  

How in the world are my babies 16 and 18?  How in the world am I 40?  When did my actual baby of the family become 11?  Why don't I carry a diaper bag anymore?  Why don't we have to pay babysitters anymore when we go out?  WHY DON'T THEY WANT A KIDS MENU?

Pause.  

I know God didn't make my children grow up as a horrible punishment.  I know he didn't do this to hurt me.  So why does their growing up hurt me so much?  I'm 20% happy that Big is independent and seems excited about going away to school.  I'm 80% completely freaked out that I haven't done my job and that I didn't get enough time with him.  I can actually feel myself smothering him when he is in the room.  I can't help it!  I want to count his freckles every single day.

And here is the worst part.  The other day, I stepped out onto my deck to let my dogs out and there were two little boys playing in the yard behind ours.  I just stood there...smiling.  Watching.  The way those "young" women used to do.

WHAT IN THE WORLD.  

I'm them because I miss my littles and I love to remember my time with them in the moments of other Moms.  Not because I think they have their life together, but because I am remembering all the times I've forgotten about.  And as I watched that Mom and those little ones, I prayed for her.  I prayed for her to be in the moment and to see what an amazing thing she was doing with them right then and there.  I prayed for her heart as they grow.  I prayed that she would see her self worth and the job she's done with those kids so far and to come.  

I want my babies back.  I want my minivan back.  I want to carry a ridiculously obscene Winnie the Pooh denim diaper bag EVERYWHERE I go.  

But life doesn't work like that.  Oddly enough...we don't have anything figured out until we aren't in that moment any longer.  We don't truly understand what it means until it is over.

Those of you who have experienced this and are semi-rolling your eyes at me...it's okay.  I'm not mad.  I get it.  And eventually I'll look back on this and want to slap myself.  Those moments happen often in this life.  

When I cut my own bangs...wet.  

When I wore the one piece clown looking outfit and it fell in the toilet.

When I decided blue mascara was a good look for me.

You get it.  

I know life moves on and the best is yet to come and yada yada yada.  

What I don't know is how to handle this stage of life.  So... we take it one day at a time.  We trust God with the lives of our children...that are his first.  We pray, eat an occasional tub of cookie dough (don't judge) and we rely on the experience and knowledge of the smiling, praying women in our lives.

 Maybe their strength and prayer is what truly gets us through the cookie dough closet floor moments of our lives.  

Here's to being that woman for others.  <3 

Day by day.  

Referee of 3  

Year in Review

When I think about all that has happened in one year's time, I'm overwhelmed.  I'm sure we all feel that way.  Life brings a lot in 365 days.  I know at times I've felt like days turned into weeks.  I know how guilty I am of wishing the weeks away...especially the challenging ones.  But with living, comes learning.

So-without further adieu, Life Lessons of 2017.

1. I like being organized.  Who knew?  I don't always have the time or "take the time" to get that way, but when I do, I am happy.  I feel calm when I know where things are.  I don't know why it has taken me so long to figure this out, but I like it.  2017 was the year of getting organized.  2018 is going to be the year of staying that way.  Cheers.  :)

2. Having a Senior in high school is hard.  It is emotionally exhausting.  Not to mention the financial part.  I'm so excited for what Big has coming his way, but I'm terrified that we've not prepared him enough.  I think (THINK) most parents feel this way when they are looking this part of life in the face, but it doesn't make it any easier.  I'm happy, then I'm sad.  He's ready, then he isn't.  I keep reading books and talking to friends who've been through this, but like anything else...you have to experience it to know.  I'm constantly conflicted.  Which means I'm ALWAYS eating something to cope.  Yeeeeeeiiiiiikes.

3. I actually like to cook.  I'm not great at it, but I like it.  I'm working on the "getting better at it" part.  Stay tuned.

4. I've learned the fine art of not comparing myself to others.  For years, I've had this bitter, ugly side that I carried around with me.  Always being jealous of what others had or of how they did things differently.  It was ugly and I'm not proud of it.  But somehow this year...I've found a way to overcome that.  And it is wonderful.  My sister has always told me that comparison is the thief of joy.  As it turns out, she was right.  I have found an amazing sense of peace in being content with my life, my home, my things, etc.  All this time, I've carried this weight of wanting more when all I've ever needed is right here with me.  Don't get me wrong...I still want things.  I just don't want what other people have.  I want what makes me happy and that isn't the life of others.  It's the life I'm living.

5. I love Zumba.  More than loving Zumba, I love sharing it with others.  PLUS...Zumba allows me to continue coping with life's changes by eating food!  I can eat, cope, and dance it all away.  Ish.  If you haven't found your favorite exercise, I challenge you to do it in 2018.  Walking, running, weight training, yoga, Zumba, etc.  Do it for you...and for the secret cookie dough you eat in your closet.  You don't want to give that up...am I right?

6. I've learned that having boys isn't all bad.  It's actually pretty cool and I'm learning to love every minute of it.  Yes-our house smells like socks sometimes.  Yes-they are less than great shoppers.  No-they don't love to help with household chores.  But...they do love their Momma.  They help me when I make them.  They are very low maintenance.  They don't require a lot other than food, soap, deodorant, food, and food.  I don't get to go dress shopping with them, but they allow me to hang with the girlfriends sometimes and that is pretty cool too.

7. Two year old lab puppies aren't much better than one year old lab puppies.  I don't have a single EOS that hasn't been chewed on.  I use them anyway in hopes that eventually she'll sleep instead of chew.

8. Learning to bake with my Granny was one of the highlights of my year.  Spending time with her in a way that taught me more than just how to make a fluffy meringue was worth more than any dollar amount in the world.  I'm so thankful for the moments over the years where we've been able to talk and for all that she has taught me about her quiet strength, her kindness, and her amazing ability to bake.

9.  People are important and deserve to know their worth.  Family is the most important thing in the world.  Followed closely by friends. Knowing others and loving them is one of the most amazing gifts we've been given on earth and this year has made that abundantly clear.  Losing our Nana has taught me the importance of showing people their worth.  We don't know what tomorrow brings and I have learned the importance of showing and receiving love.  We aren't perfect and life gets in the way sometimes, but it is important to tell people how you feel.  Don't wait-share your love with others every day.

10. Life is full of surprises.  Some good.  Some terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad.  We have to get through them all.  Some we celebrate.  Some we curse.  I (at 40) don't always know how to handle the surprises life holds.  Death is an awful part of life.  Missing someone after a death is one of the most painful things I've ever felt.  Watching the ones I love feel that pain is also a horrible feeling.  What I have learned is that there is as much joy in loving people in the here and now as there is sadness when they are gone.  We loved our Nana with all of our hearts.  We miss her every single day.  But because of her, we love others with all of our hearts.  To love someone the way we miss her is what God intends.  He didn't promise us a life without pain.  He did however teach us to love as he loves us.  We hurt and have joy with such an intensity that sometimes it is hard to breathe.  But I don't want life any other way.

To love someone so much it hurts and brings joy- that is living.

2017 has not been our favorite year.  We lived, learned, loved, and lost.  But we've gained so much and have more to be thankful for than I could ever list on a blog.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.  Hug them tight.  Love them hard.  To those who have held us up when we were falling, Thank You.  We are blessed to love you and be loved by you.  

Here's to 2018!

Referee of 3

Bonus Moms

I had the opportunity to have lunch with one of my bonus moms today and it was wonderful. 

Let me back up.  I guess I need to explain what a bonus mom is in the first place.  I didn't realize that bonus moms even had a name until I read Jen Hatmaker's latest book 'Of Mess and Moxie'...which is amazing by the way.  It is a must read.  As I read this chapter about how raising children takes a village, it occurred to me that I needed to thank the people in my children's lives who have become their bonus parents.  

Bonus parents (in my humble opinion) don't take the place of parents...they are exactly what the title says.  They are a bonus in the lives of our children.  People who get our kids...and love them anyway...are a true blessing.  Our boys have had the opportunity to have many bonus parents and I'm so grateful for their help in raising them.  We COULD NOT do it without them.  I can only hope that I am as good of a bonus mom to my friends' kids as they are to mine.  

This past week, I received a message on facebook from one of my own bonus moms and was thrilled that she was coming to town.  We made plans to meet for lunch and my own mom was to join us as well.  You see...one of the best things about my bonus moms is that they were friends with my mom too.  

Going back in time, I've had many bonus parents.  But I've had three bonus moms that truly helped me become a better "me".  

The first one came around when I was in late grade school, early teenage years.  She was the mom of a good friend and I spent a great deal of time at their house. Her name was Bev and she french braided my hair so tight my eyes would pull to a slant.  She used Paul Mitchell products so the hair never EVER moved once it was in the perfect braid with teased bangs.  When I was the lovely age of 13, I spent a lot of time in fights with my own parents and would spend time with Bev and Crissy.  I thought they were my safe place, but as it turns out, I think Bev was doing my mom a favor and letting her have some "time away" from her lovely teenage daughter.  I think they spent time talking about my slight downfalls while Crissy and I talked on our swatch phones and chatted about boys.  She meant the world to me and I loved her dearly.  Mom and I both did.  

My second bonus mom came into the picture when I was about 16.  I started babysitting for her girls and we had an instant connection.  Her name is Kim and she also had a friendship with my mom.  She and I spent many nights talking about my poor choices in boys, clothing, music, etc.  I spent so much time at their house thinking I was "getting away" from my parents, when I'm certain Kim was helping my mom out by letting me stay there.  She was influential in the person I've become and I'm so thankful for her part in my life.  When she messaged and asked me if I had time for lunch, I was sure to make it happen.  I sat with my mom and Kim today and we chatted about life and ate sandwiches and salads.  She asked about my own kids and it was so fun telling her about the boys and our lives.  She has had the opportunity to watch (from afar) our family grow up and I'm thankful every day that she's still a part of our lives.  

My third bonus mom was of course Nana Sue.  She came into my life twenty years ago when I met her son.  She welcomed me with open arms and never closed them.  She and my mom were already friends and I had the opportunity to watch their friendship grow as they helped our family become what we are.  They sat together as we exchanged our wedding vows, as our children were born, at hundreds of ballgames, and have been together through everything our family has experienced.  I hope and pray that I'll have the same relationship with my daughter in laws and their mothers sometime in the future.  

As I've gotten older, I realize you can't do life alone.  You need a strong family, good friends, and LOTS of bonus parents.  How cool to be in the part of life where I get to be friends with my bonus parents and with the bonus parents of my children.  

If you have these people in your life, thank them.  Thank them for loving you...changing you...supporting you...and for just being present in your life and in the lives of your children.  If I've learned anything in the past year, it is that you might not have as much time as you think.  Say it now and let them know how much of a bonus they've been.  

Have a blessed day!

Referee of 3

To Bev and Sue...I love you, I miss you, and I can't wait to see you again.  Thank you. 

To Kim...Thank you for being such an amazing bonus mom and friend to both mom and I.  We are so blessed by you. Love you! 

The Big Picture

I know what you want to do when you see this picture.

First, you want to laugh.

Then maybe you want to cry?

I was looking through old pictures the other day and found this beauty.

First of all, to my sister.

I'm sorry I have to use these memories of ours to prove a point.  It must be done.  I apologize for it being at our expense.  Mom will probably tell us we looked adorable, but don't believe her.  Clearly it is all lies.  It's always been lies.  This...unless you are an older gentlemen getting ready to work in the yard...is not a good look for anyone.  And can I ask, why is the waist of my pink, jail like garment pulled up so high?  Also, might I add, why did you get to wear a necklace and mine is open like it was buttoned wrong?

Sigh.

At what point did children of the 80's have to look like middle aged women?

So many questions...

Moving on-

As I looked beyond the focal point of this picture, I started to see things I had never noticed.  I saw the hutch my Mom so proudly displayed (and still does) her most precious of items.  On the floor next to the hutch I spotted our sweet dog, Muffy.  Apparently, mom failed to see the humor in dog pictures so we don't have that many.  I loved seeing her little face laying in her dog bed.  On the wall hung a windmill picture that I always loved, but had completely forgotten about.  On the table, you can see a family of ducks that had a beautiful, white glaze.  I know this because I tried to recreate one in a ceramics class and let's just say it...didn't work out.  I saw the brown carpet and the pineapple couch that Mom was so happy to own.  The details in this picture are amazing and just looking at it brought back so many memories.

If all I had seen when I pulled the picture out of the book were the bright pink matching outfits, I would have missed the trip down memory lane.

Life can be like that sometimes.

We look at difficult situations and stare intently at the focal point.  Failing to see all the detail around it.  When you back up and look at things as a big picture, you start seeing the situation in a different light.  Sometimes, your view point even changes when you look at the whole thing.  When you investigate the little details around the matching pink outfits, you find joy you didn't even know you were looking for.

Just food for thought.  I used to think it was important to look solely at the focal point of a situation.  What is happening in the heart of the issue.  As I'm approaching 40 in a month or so, I've realized both are important.  The focal point, and all of the details that surround it.  Taking the time to investigate a situation fully will help you make the most of all the information and respond accordingly.

I honestly don't even know what Mom was thinking when she put us in these outfits.  Maybe we'd been bad and this was our punishment.  Maybe I could have used a smaller size?  Maybe our dog was laying in the background like that because she was embarrassed for us?

Thanks Mom, for an incredible visual representation for later in life.

Bless.

All the Feels

I used to think that I could only feel one way at a time.  As I've grown into a mature (using that term loosely) adult, I know that I am capable of feeling all things at one time.  For someone like me, that can be completely disastrous.  I'm not much of a multitask-er.  My children will be happy to tell you this.  Therefore, I can only imagine that I'm not much of a multifeel-er either.  (New word...just go with it.)

As I reflect on the changes that have been made in our lives over the last year, I am surprised at how many times I've been able to multi-feel.  With the recent tragedy in Las Vegas, I am overwhelmed with sadness.  It takes me back to September 11th, 2001.  I realize these are two totally different events in our history, but they both took a toll on my emotional well being and we all know why.

On September 11th, 2001, I was scheduled to have my second sonogram with Tanner B. (our sweet middle).  It was around the time of the second tower being attacked when I was called back to have my sonogram done.  I was horrified by the images I saw on television and was completely rocked to the core for the remainder of my pregnancy.  What kind of the world was I bringing another child into?  I laid down and they began the sonogram.  I remember the black and white images of this sweet child of ours and how happy it made me to see his healthy image on the screen.  Ten fingers and toes, sweet cheeks and nose, and his strong, beating heart.  We also found out that Tanner B. was in fact another boy.  I was laying there in a time when I personally was experiencing complete joy while thousands and thousands of people were in their worst moments.

How does this happen?

How do awful things happen and at the exact same time, people are experiencing complete joy and happiness?

When we want to curl up and hide and feel completely vulnerable, life goes on in the strangest of ways.  I wish I understood it better.  What I do know is that our country is yet again in a state of tragedy.  People lost their lives.  Family members are broken and confused.  Police are working day in and day out to figure out what happened and why.  People we know were in Las Vegas celebrating birthdays and marriages and all of  a sudden, they were in this place of complete shock and sadness.

You cannot scroll through a newsfeed, watch television, or listen to the radio without hearing about these awful events and the moments that have continued after the shooting stopped.  Yet somehow, we continue moving on.

Simultaneously, people are falling in love.  Children are being born.  Birthdays are being had and celebrated.  Children are learning at school.  Adults are being successful in their every day lives.  All things that are cause for celebration.

We feel sadness, vulnerability, anger, and resentment all while feeling hope, joy, and love.

What in the world.

I don't understand why this happens, but I'm actually glad it does.  If we were stuck in a place of sadness, what kind of life would we lead?  How would we function and go on?

I don't have answers, but I do know that sometimes we just have to have all the feels at the same time.  We can be in constant prayer for those in need.  We can do whatever we can to help those in the trenches, while still celebrating the moments that deserve our joy.

When we lost our Nana, we struggled with this very thing.  We were sad and we wanted to be sad.  We wanted to stay in bed, pull the covers up, and ignore the moments that continued to happen in the midst of our sadness.

Then I went shopping and found the neatest saying.  Oddly (not at all odd if you know God and his ways) enough I found a block that read "What would Nana do?"  Nana lived a life of godliness and I think she would tell us to have all the feels.  Actually, she would say something far more poised and together like...

"I believe it is completely acceptable to feel two things at one time."

All the feels...same thing.

We realized that even in the moments of our sadness...happy is happening all around us and she would want us to see both.

God made our hearts big enough for all the feels.  Thank goodness.

Have a blessed day!
Referee of 3

Last Time for Everything

If you can't be in an extremely vulnerable emotional state...turn back now.

The title should be enough to warn you, but consider yourself warned again.

Tonight is the first "last" event of Brett's Senior year.  He's my Big.  He's the baby I had when I turned 21 and thought I was a really good Mom.  I had no idea what I was doing (as any new mom would tell you), but somehow we managed to get him to "almost 18".

After losing our Nana a few months ago, we decided that we had felt true sadness.  We lost someone who loved our boys as much (if not more) than we do.  The sadness comes and goes, but it is what we call true and real and awful sadness.

Brett going through all of his "lasts" of his Senior year isn't a sadness for me.  However, I feel emotions that I can't really call anything other than sad.

Clear as mud, right?

Stay with me.

As Steve and I were helping put stickers on helmets this morning and watching the new video for the football team, we both got teary.  What the heck!  I am NOT sad.  You read that up there, right?  I'm not sad, I'm not sad, I'm not sad.

But I'm sad.

I'm so excited for him and for what is to come for our family, but change is hard.  And for me...the expectation and anticipation of change is even worse!  All of the "what ifs" and the "have we done it right" conversations floating through my head are enough to put all of us on the closet floor with ice cream and cookie dough.

The new song by Brad Paisley-Last Time for Everything...is...the...worst.  I cannot listen to it without falling apart.  Why?  I'm not sad-right?  So why would a song about change and the last time, and focusing on the moment be sad?

BECAUSE IT IS PEOPLE!

And I'm eating my words as I type.  I'm sad.  I'm scared.  I want to run and hide and take my babies with me.  The sweet, little, freckled face boy that used to sit on my lap and tell me stories and...and...and...is growing up and I can't stop it no matter how hard I try.  Can I tie your shoes?  Can I make you mac and cheese?  Can I take you to practice?

Lord-have mercy.

However-I realize when we had these babies, that they would grow up.  I just didn't know how hard it would be.  There are a lot of things I want to ask God when I get to heaven and why there isn't a book that explicitly tells you of the pain you'll feel raising children when they are delivered is one of them.  Perhaps he doesn't share that information because no one in their right mind would put themselves through the highs and the lows of parenting.

I just keep telling myself that every time I worry and cry-every time I celebrate and pray for my kids...God is too.  And the he's doing it for me as I go through this time of joy/sadness/madness.

One set of footprints sister.  One.

There is a last time for everything.  It's true.  The best advice I can give right now is to be in the moment.  You never know when it will be the last time for what you are doing.  The hug, the conversation, the football game, the trips for coffee with friends, etc., etc., etc.  Just embrace the times you have in every way.

Tonight-we will go to the last "first" football game for Big and another year of football for Middle and Little.   We will all survive and the change will be good.  Change means we are alive.  Change doesn't mean we have to immediately accept it or pretend we are fine.  It means that in the moments when we aren't fine, those who love us will show us grace and let us eat whatever we want on the closet floor knowing we'll recover.

Because that is what we do.

We are parents.  

Punch in parents who are in a completely chaotic emotional and mental state because you have a change in your life that you cannot control and want to pretend you are fine.  Boom.

Happy Friday!

Referee of 3

In Case You See Me With Two Cheesecakes on a Stick...

If you are a teacher, or anyone who works in education, you will fully understand when I say I'm tired.  Not new mom tired-(new moms win that award every time)-but extremely tired.  With being a woman, tired means emotional.  Whenever I get this way, I write something on my blog and feel a sense of relief when I'm finished.

School started on Monday for Mr.  Nelson, Little, and myself.  Big and Middle started the next day and since then, I've hardly seen my family.  The big boys started football practice and Mr. is coaching so the three of them are a figment of my imagination during this time of year.  Little has friends, football, and of course, his technology to keep him busy.  I have a lot to keep me busy as well, but my mind continuously wanders when I have quiet time to myself.

Reflection-it's a blessing and a curse.  I am and always have been a reflective individual.  No matter what decisions I make, I always sit and think on whether that was the right choice, did I handle it well, what could I do differently or what can I celebrate in doing right?

I've been reflecting lately on life as a whole.  As we start this year, we are missing something very important.  Our Nana.  Since she left us to be with Jesus, nothing has been the same.  It is almost as if it didn't happen, until we feel the breathlessness that is the reality of her not being here to take a first day of school picture or buy the supplies.  She took an active role in ALL of our lives and it just isn't the same without her.  She was usually as excited for Steve and I to start school as we were.  She loved taking on the volunteer role in my classroom and no one did it quite like her.  She was referred to as the "Original" Mrs. Nelson (student nickname) and I known as "the other one".  I'm sad that I won't have her with me this year in the room, but I KNOW she'll be there regardless.

The truth-we miss her more than we can even put into words.

But I'm so thankful for all the wonderful memories we have with her.  I'm also thankful for the friendship my Mom had with her.  My mom always knows when we need to talk and just what to say.  She suffered the loss along side us and I'm forever grateful to have her when I feel myself falling apart.

As we start this year, we are also sending our oldest into his LAST year in school here in Mulvane.  I'm trying to keep this in perspective as we roll through the first of all the lasts and it is tough.  Again-tired...emotional...struggling.  I look back at all of his pictures and wonder just when he grew up?  I'm using that term loosely of course...because he's still a teenage boy you know.  I hope and pray that we've done all we can to help him prepare for life outside of our little town.  I look at his freckles and remember the first time we took him to a practice for sports.  I remember when I dropped him off for kindergarten like it was no big deal and then hyperventilating when I got to the car.  I remember taking him to the grade school, middle school, and high school orientation like it was yesterday.  And here we are.  He's almost an adult and I'm conflicted in the strongest way.  I'm excited for all that is coming up, but can't help feel scared for what life will look like for him when he leaves me.

I have to remind myself daily that he was God's before he was mine and that according to Nana's favorite verse, God has a plan for his life.

The truth-I'm just not sure how to do this part of parenting.

Teaching-as I start this year of school, I am reminded again why I love what I do.  In four days time, I have gotten to know my students and some of their families.  I am SUPER excited for what this year has to bring and am looking forward to getting to know them all more.  I had amazing students and families last year as well.  Without them, I wouldn't have made it through the end of the year the way that I did.  I'm sure that Nana had a say in the class selection for this year as I know they will be there to make me smile on days when I don't feel like smiling.  They already warm my heart in ways I didn't think possible.  God knew I needed these kids in my life...right now.

The truth-I love what I do and am so thankful for the opportunity to help them as they help me.

Old Settlers is coming up tomorrow.  I usually love this time of year, but of course, it also comes with memories of Nana and the glaringly obvious truth that my babies who used to ride airplane rides are not babies anymore.

The truth-I'm going to eat fried cheesecake on a stick this weekend.  Maybe even two.

IN CASE YOU SEE ME WITH TWO CHEESECAKES ON A STICK...you have two choices.  Look away and let me deal, or come grab one and hang with me.  :)

Change is hard.

Life is hard.

Loving change and loving life are worth it.

Cheesecake on a stick is worth it.

Have a good one-
Referee of 3