I Will Love Him and Hug Him...

Everyone knows the longer a child is quiet the more mischief she is finding. Our home is no exception - as evidenced by events like this.

We know to periodically monitor quiet moments with one exception - the backyard. While hunting lizards and tracking slugs a girl needs some space. This is a kid space specially designed for hunting, frolicking with fairies, guiding a pirate ship, and planning jailbreaks. 

Decreased supervision coupled with a strong need to love and hug a small furry animal - perfect storm was brewing. 

The first time it happened Boy was babysitting and Youngest came into the house casually telling her brother it was a good time to check on the guinea pigs. He responded by heading out to the pig mansion where he discovered a only 2 of 3 pigs were present. A search through the yard revealed the missing cavy, a quick chase followed by a capture saw the littlest piggy all the way home.

So, we should have learned. 

Yet only a week later found Youngest playing in the yard with the elusive "Just playing" called through the open door to reassure me as I made dinner. Boy warned she was up to no good, but she was spotted on the swings and on the platform to the slide. Playing. No worries.

Dinner was served and in she came to eat, put on PJ's and start the evening routine. As she headed toward bed, she returned - worried. "I want to play outside again." I told her it was dark and time to settle, maybe read a book. She was having none of it, "I forgot something on the pirate ship." Hmm, warning bells begin. "Just let me out, I'll come back," she implored. Nope - not happening. The panic and tears began. "I just need to get Harry Potter Pig" 

What? Since it was daylight?! "Where is he?" struggling to maintain quiet calm - a necessary trait when dealing in interrogations. "He's on the pirate ship - just let me see him." Up I jump.

Hubby and I grab flashlights, head into the murk and hope against hope that we will not need to explain anything to 'Tween. As we approached the "ship" I feared encountering the broken body of the littlest pig at the foot of the climbing wall. Fully aware he would be nakedly open to predator hawks and owls alike. It could have been his magical namesake or pure luck, and frankly I don't care, he was there - alive and safe.

Phew. Upon her debriefing - Youngest burst into teary confession - she only wants "a little pet to love and hold..."

Repurposed not Replaced

There are plenty of mansions in Sunnyville, houses with more bathrooms than occupants. I do not live in one. So, when Oldest rented an unfurnished house near school last month we delivered all her furniture and belongings. 

People ask me if I'm okay. People say, "It's got to be hard, having all her stuff gone." The truth - it isn't. Even as I type this I can hear testimonials about my horrible parenting. My husband and I strive for all of our kids to reach this stage. Oldest is reaching for her future. Isn't that what we raise them to do? I miss her face, her ranting about atrocities, even watching TV with her, but she is not lost. 

She is thriving and supported. But my house is still cramped. So, her room underwent a make-over. Instead of a drafting desk it shelters castles and fairies. Children's books and games now dwell where portfolios and amplifiers once reclined. 

The room has reentered circulation. No longer do I trip my way through bedrooms to bestow bedtime rituals. The once dormant room again houses laughter and imagination. We will always make room for a loved one, and Oldest can always find her way home again, but for now we will relish the increased square footage.

My Permanent Record

This will absolutely not shock anyone who knows me well, but I have not always been the stellar advocate for education you know today. Life is a process. 

Maturity and insight do not often dwell in the hearts of 17 year-olds. Which goes a long way to explaining how I found myself leaving a Social Distortion concert about 7 hours before I sat for the SAT. The concession I made to testing was that we did not engage in teen dining at Denny's on the way home. I needed my sleep. Even more shocking may be the insight that I didn't study. For the SAT or my classes. I had good grades and that was enough - I had a life. Someone had to keep track of the happenings on General Hospital.

Fret not, parents of my potential students, I matured. That's what kids do after all. Education became the path to my goals. And I pursued it and my career experiences with gusto. All these experiences are part of what I bring to class with me daily. My connections to curriculum and students stem from my experiences. But the legislature of Florida, in its lack of wisdom, has decided that I should be judged worthy based on my SAT score.

Yes, you read correctly - MY SAT SCORE. From 1990. Of course my evaluation - a composite of my teaching evaluation and my students' test scores (from a newly developed and unproven test) - must be "highly effective" as well, a bland issue compared to this new assault on teachers. 

The idea that a college entrance test should be used as a bar for my bonus 25 years later is so ludicrous it defies explanation. If only I had a Delorian and a flux capacitor, I could tell my past self..."high school never ends."

Let's not even discuss how drastically this has effected already tight budgets in each district... You can read more about the insanity here or here.

30 Years Late

I was an invincible child. I leapt with abandon from the garage roof, played chicken while crossing the road, ran across frozen surfaces, rode 3 wheelers at break-neck speeds through woods, and even dropped-in with zero idea what in the heck I was doing. I lived. I walked away okay limped in a few cases with little damage.

There was a time in my life when I looked at kids with casts in envy. A trophy of an experience that must have been so amazing, yet was unattainable for me. To walk into class with a clean canvas on my arm or leg, to have kids sign and decorate at recess - how cool would that be?

But due to a vigilant guardian angel or Irish luck it was not meant to be.

Soon I was busy keeping children out of harm and avoiding risks. Hell, I even quit smoking to avoid harm. 

Okay, I did bungee jump, scuba dive, and brave some rope swing plunges into murky depths among other acts of fun as a mother - but largely I have focused on safety.

So either my guardian angel took a hiatus or my luck is running low. How else does a walk across the bedroom turn into this miserable, limiting cast from the tips of my fingers to halfway to my elbow?

You laugh. I know. My own husband laughs. But you try wiping your bottom with the wrong hand. He says "It could be worse." But really, what argument is that? I didn't survive a horrible car accident or shark attack. I went to the dang bathroom! How could that be worse? 

I have less than 2 weeks left until school. This week was scheduled to be busy. Summer cleaning - moving furniture busy. Preparing to neglect my house for a long semester okay whole school year busy. Instead I am waiting for the hard cast to be put on my arm on Monday. 

And the worst part? They aren't even smooth enough to decorate anymore!

RV - Not the Movie

It seems I can't shake the habit of turning the world I see into narrative.

It started as a hairbrained idea. Instead of driving or flying to Michigan we would make it about the journey and rent an RV. Just me, my sister, and six children. 

Yes, I said six.  

No, we are not currently undergoing treatment for out Pollyanna view on life.

In fact, it went well. So well that I am ready to share some tips for anyone else willing to travel 2770 miles while outnumbered 3 to 1.

~ Prepared Meals: Hungry teens are prone to eating the souls of younger siblings. To avoid this we prepared & froze all dinners at home. This made dinner easy and we didn't have to forgo fun to prep and cook. This and lots of snacks kept the younger ones from irreparable damage.

~ Insurance Cards: Word to the wise - when one child comes down with strep throat, others will follow (50% of the kids). Moodier than a menopausal woman questioning her career and life choices is a tween with strep on-set being teased by her unknowing family. Squash it with antibiotics quickly! Or suffer the glare and tears at your own risk. 

*addendum: It's important to note that a day of antibiotics drastically turns the tide.

~ Ear Plugs: Bring board games and cards. Lack of internet will give kids looking for some down-time a renewed interest in shared activity. Yes, they are loud and playfully arguing over the merits of 3 of a kind versus a straight but they are bonding darnit! What's a migraine to the joys of our children? Keeping them plugged in while driving may be the coward's way, but is a highly effective sedative & noise reduction technique PACK CHARGERS!

~ Develop Codes: Ours was "DOOR DOOR DOOR!" Which means: slow the hell down. 

Why? 

Well, it developed quite naturally as we pulled out of a rest area and the door to the back began swinging in the breeze... Seems the rear door must be locked while the RV is in motion. A lesson, one would think, once is enough to learn... But we are only human - and to our credit it only happened 3 times...Which seems excessive - but statistically with all the stops and starts, rest areas, and gas stations it's really quite...okay I'll shut-up now. 

~ Plan Memories: We planned stops, outings, and adventures. We did them. Kids laughed and had new experiences.We revisited favorite spots and saw family. But I'd bet $$ that when they are older and have their own kids they will get together and talk about the crazy trip their mom/aunt took them on when cousin J was declared "fine" after an overnight in the hospital because the rope swing broke. Oh well. At least they'll remember something. 

All-in-all our Pollyana view worked-out and we only slept in a scary parking lot once...

Standing Up

How many times do we tell them - it's better to walk away? Inside the constant hum of adulthood we recognize the rationale of this statement. At a time of zero tolerance with a kindergartner facing suspension for biting a pop-tart into a fun gun shape, we worry about long-term consequences of a quick spat.

But that is not our children's world. 

Theirs is a world of potential ridicule. Where doing the right thing can mean a label that sticks for life or what feels that way in high school. Taking a stand requires not only knowing what is right - 

It takes self control and confidence.

How many of us would keep our temper? Study your fellow drivers in traffic for a moment. Look at the irritated customer and the shop clerk.

Not enough. It takes effort. It takes knowing the outburst solves nothing. It takes STRENGTH to refocus.

I too have been guilty. I bet we all have. Which is why I applaud Boy. The obstacles he has overcome and the strength he showed remind me how PROUD I am of him everyday.

First Birthday Away

43 - no 46 is more accurate. The magic number of birthdays I have been able to hug my babies, and tell them of the day they were born. Some were days of celebration - all prep and parties. Others were days of work and school, hurried and harassed until the moment we came together as a family to celebrate.

Today Teen will be 19. In honor of her ability to not only survive, but thrive, I will be recounting 19 things I learned from parenting my amazing daughter.

1. They are called forceps - NOT salad spoons - and the doctor will not use them unless it's an emergency - even if you yell it at him.

2. Never trust the grocery cart straps - and in the event you do and your child falls out - the ER takes infants with possible head injuries much more quickly than they will later in life when they merely have persistent fever and severe stomach pain.

3. Which brings us to #3. When in doubt - make the appt on a Friday. If you don't the child will surely need medical attention by Sunday and if you do it's usually a cold.

4.  Play kitchens make an amazing dinosaur territory in the event your daughter has less than zero interest in baking pies.

5. Even if a daughter didn't use the play kitchen of toddlerhood, she will likely show tremendous interest in easy bake ovens. Probably has something to do with gratification.

6. If your child is a digger, section off an area. Otherwise your yard will quickly resemble what it has become - a dinosaur dig in search of the greatest dino of all time.

7. No matter how much your young child loves dinosaur toys & books, they may scream in utter terror when faced with life-sized models and the screaming only increases when the animatronics start.

8.  Though you may feel blessed in kindergarten when your child cries at missing school despite a fever and ear infection, that blessing will not last. One day, usually in middle school, that same child will likely ask to stay home just "because I need a break." read unfinished project

9. It isn't just you. We ALL know feel that kindergarten homework is really testing our parenting skills and does reflect on us - so feel no guilt at helping even coloring  freely. Think of it as bonding.

10. April Fools Day will elicit more energy from a teen than any amount of nagging you can do. You may even wake with all the living room furniture replaced by a complete bedroom set!

11. When teaching a teen to drive it is clear that squirrels are out to give you a heart attack, kill young drivers, or commit suicide - you decide.

12.It helps to think of hair color of the teen years much as you thought of the mud of the toddler days - it will change, wash out, or wear off. 

13. When the house is overrun with teens and their drama, it helps to remember that at least you know exactly what they are doing - so stock up on the PB&J.

14. No matter how excited a preschooler feels for the arrival of a new baby, the reality is a crushing blow and the joy fades as that baby takes more time, but one day they will bond - usually in a scheme against their parents.

15. Slamming doors are the chorus of a life with boundaries.

16. Though at home they may fight, in the world there is no one who will stand up for another more quickly than an older sibling.

17. Visit them at work, it helps to remind you that they have learned responsibility and how to clean - even if they don't show those traits at home.

18. Eventually the call of "come wipe my butt" will be no more. They will gain all the independence they need to survive.

19. When in doubt watch from afar. You will be pleased and proud by what an amazing person you helped to bring in to the world.

And though I can not hug her myself today, I wish my daughter a very happy birthday and a wonderful year. LOVE YOU!!