Today is the first day of 2018. Wow. We made it through another year.
We always seem to say things like, “To hell with [the previous year], it was so bad! On to the next one! Let’s just get this done already. This new year will be so much better.”
I don’t say that anymore, because inevitably, the next year is even worse. I feel as though I presentedthe Universe with a challenge, and the Universe replied by saying, “Oh, really? Watch this.”
2017 truly sucked for a lot of people I know. It wasn’t the best year for me, either. We’re all glad to see it done. But as for me? I’m just happy I got through it. I survived every piece of crap 2017 had to offer, and every painful moment, and I’m stronger for it. We may be a little shaken, but we got through. Hey, that says something.
Fuck you, 2017. You thought you could take me down? HA! I’m tough. I’m a kid from East Dallas.
We all have them at different points of our lives. As parents, we watch our children go through them as they grow.
Pre-K and Kindergarten Graduation.
The First Day of School.
Yesterday, we celebrated another rite of passage with our son:
High School Graduation
I don’t know who’s happier for school to be over – the boy, or me. But at the same time, I got all weepy yesterday. Gods! My kid is a high school graduate now! I’m not ready for this; how on earth can he be ready??? It’s not time yet. He can’t be 18.
Don’t get me wrong; I know this has to happen. But where does the time go? You mothers out there know exactly what I’m talking about. I still remember that little boy who graduated Pre-K, back in 2003. And look at him now!
For those who haven’t reached this milestone yet, here’s my unsolicited perspective from my experience. There are times you share the joy of your kid’s experiences, and there are times you may butt heads over grades, and perhaps late homework. Keep going to bat for your kid. STAY INVOLVED and talk to the teachers. Fight for your kid’s education, because the teachers are so busy they can’t fight for everyone. They are so relieved when the parents get involved, even when they disagree.
Is your kid not doing well in class? Is this sudden or a trend? Talk to your kid and find out why. Grounding and restrictions isn’t the way to resolve this problem, as it usually stems from external problems, physiological issues, depression, or in some cases, undiagnosed learning disorders. Work with your kid on study habits. Help them find alternatives that work if the standard skills don’t. Different people have different learning styles.
When things aren’t working, find a good friend (or two), who can stand in as a tutor for your kid. Your kid knows this person and relates to them well, and you know them. They’re friends of the family, so the relationship is already there. We couldn’t have done this without some of our close friends that we consider family. 🙂
When it’s all said and done, your kid(s) will graduate, too, and you’ll feel as though you’ve gone through your own rite of passage as a parent. Perhaps we do. Because it’s the beginning of another phase of our kids lives, and we know they’re going to fly the nest. We have to let them go, and thus, begin the next phase of our own.
There are many articles on Body Dysmorphic Disorder; from what can cause it, to the lengths people go to in order to obtain that “perfect body”, to how our media contributes to this condition. In this post, I write about the thought process behind BDD.
Pride is a quiet being that lurks inside of all of us. It sneaks out sometimes, in the form of judgment, and we don’t even notice it. It stings. It makes us feel ashamed; make us hide things. It can bring us down and make us cry. We can even hate ourselves because of our own pride and mixed emotions we don’t understand. Continue reading “Pride”→
My son is sixteen years old today. My baby boy – no – my young man, is sixteen.
Remember sixteen, and all that came with it? I had so much fun at sixteen….
I won’t go on again about that tiny bundle I held so many years ago. I write about my son every year, and that seems to make it into the story every time. A mom will treasure that moment for a lifetime, but at some point her child does grow up.
As proud as I am of my boy, the thought makes me a bit wibbly (and, yes, he will always be my “boy”, no matter how old he is).
I’ve been writing a birthday journal entry about my son since he was seven. Most of them are in my private journal. I’ve looked at all of them today because I’m truly at a loss for what to say on his sixteenth birthday.
I could pour all the motherly love and memories in the world into my entry, but that doesn’t convey what it means to be sixteen, nor does it make this day stand out from any other day. I love him just as much the rest of the year ‘round. I could write “a letter to my sixteen-year-old-self” for my son to read, in hopes of saving him the troubles I experienced and mistakes I made, but the maternal curse is real and he is living proof. He would nod and smile, feign attention, but take it with more than just a grain of salt, because it comes from his mother (as healthy as our relationship may be). He has to see for himself.
So, after sixteen years, I find myself looking at the young man I’ve raised. I’m the luckiest mother in the world and couldn’t ask for a better son.
Happy Birthday, my teenboy. I hope you have as much fun at sixteen as I did. Well…. maybe not that much fun. 😉
Tomorrow is New Years Eve. it seems time passes faster and faster with each year. I can’t believe 2013 is already coming to an end and 2014 is on our doorstep.
There is a website I visit every year to both see my year in review and to create an inspiration for the upcoming year. Wordle is a fun way to create “words of art”, or, Word Clouds, using a blog or website that uses RSS feed or using your own text. I highly recommend having some fun with it this week. 🙂
I want to write today. I so desperately want to write today. I’ve been so busy and it’s been so long since I’ve been here. I feel as though I’m going to explode because I have so much inside of me but I don’t have time to just sit down and get it all out.
I just have this moment.
This moment, when my head is killing me and I feel like I’ve been run over. I just want to lay down and sleep because the last day of August decided to attack my sinuses.
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.” Not possessing but completely giving in love and trust to each other. This comes from Song of Solomon, by the way.
Three years ago today my beloved and I celebrated our love with a beautiful wedding with friends and family. I still remember the beautiful flowers on the chuppah and how they paled in comparison to the loving look in his eyes.
I don’t know how the fates finally crossed our paths in this world. The only thing I’d ever change is having the paths cross sooner. 🙂
Happy Anniversary, Mr. Magick Man. I love you with all my heart. ❤
Ahead of schedule, I might add. Well, with the exception of the presentations I have to give this week. If they would have let me give those ahead of schedule I would have given them all by last Friday. Alas, I must go to class next week anyway. I make my presentations on Wednesday and Thursday, and then I will officially be done. Grades will be posted on the 17th.
The past month has been fairly stressful. It started at the beginning of April, when we were preparing for the “Design Charrette”, an annual event where students spend one day working on projects submitted by local non-profit organizations. It’s a major part of our grade, but at the same time it’s nice to help local charities who need logo designs, brochures, websites, and other assistance they wouldn’t normally get because it isn’t in their budget. It gives the students the opportunity to see what it’s like to work with a client in a “real-world” scenario under a tight deadline, and perhaps make networking connections.
Of course, this falls right on top of finals. Because of the Design Charrette, regular classes were cancelled in order to prepare for the Charrette on Friday. Students had time to work on projects they received ahead of time. Downside? No lecture time for upcoming final projects.
One would think we hit the ground running the following week, but we were behind schedule. We had presentations from projects we’d just completed. We lost two classes there. GAH!!!
Finally, the week of April 22, we get lecture time and details on our final projects – projects that are due in two weeks.
Words of advice to all of you college students out there: One class/One professor. Never take more than one class from a professor during a single semester. I’m taking three classes this semester and they’re all taught by the same guy. When I saw this, I thought, “Hey, at least I’ll only have to adjust to one teaching style.” That may be true, but he gives all his assignments on the same day in all of his classes. Just remember, if you’re ever in this situation the curriculum won’t change just because you’re in two or more of your professor’s classes. And I don’t know about you, but those classes blur together. I go to the wrong classroom every now and then because I associate the classroom with the professor. Perhaps I’m “The Absent Minded Student.” 😉
Back to the subject at hand
Somehow I managed to complete these projects ahead of schedule. I’m still trying to figure that part out. I didn’t do a slapdash job. I even had time to create portfolio layouts for my professor to print.
Last night was the first night I quite literally had nothing to do. I surfed the ‘net a bit, then I just sat on the couch and watched movies. It was … odd.
It’s been so long since I had free time I don’t know quite what to do, but I do know it’s time to emerge from my cave.