Role-ing with It (see what I did there?)
What's that? Two posts in one day? On my FIRST day of blogging? That's right, people....I've got things to say. Buckle thine selves up.
Since my first "official" post was basically an introduction of myself, I figured I should do a bonus entry to dive right into what I want Le Blog to be about...a whole lotta nothing. Kind of like Seinfeld, only not as funny and I don't get paid a gazillion dollars an episode, but other than that, it's like, TOTES the same.
I've been a stay-at-home mom since my boys were born. They will be 20 this year (how can I be old enough to NOT have teenagers?) and I have been blessed to have had such a supportive husband all of these years, who worked so hard to provide for our family so I had the luxury of staying home..to eat bon bons and watch soap operas all day (just kidding, I don't like soap operas. Bon bons on the other hand, is my jam...take a looksie at my girth). When Brady and Drew were 6 years old, our little girl Ella Kate entered the world and completed our family.
I have spent the better part of 2 decades devoted to my family. I've relished in being the class mom, helping to organize the school auctions, being able to be there for my kids before and after school. I realize how lucky I am to be able to do this and I am grateful every day for it.
But, here's the thing...now that my boys are in college and my daughter is entering high school my "job" is nearing the end of it's rapidly fraying rope. I'm not needed much these days. That's a hard pill to swallow. Don't get me wrong, I love the stages that they are all in. They are amazing young people; smart, funny and kind, yadda yadda yadda. I am beyond proud of them but this "forced retirement" is for the birds. When someone retires, it generally means that one has worked themselves to the bone all their lives and it's time to hang up their cleats. Or if you hate your job, you make a choice to give that job the proverbial middle finger and find something better...but I LOVE my "job"! I wasn't ready to say goodbye to it and what did those dear boys of mine DARE to do? They grew up and decided to LEAVE ME! What the eff? It's hard to look back on this past year; my boys looked to me to answer the questions of life. To provide shelter and food and love and guidance and in one fell swoop, like a flash, I was supposed to send them off into the world as adults to make their own decisions? Who in the heck authorized that? I certainly didn't! And wouldn't you know it, they had the nerve, the sheer audacity to thrive...to be successful...working jobs...getting good grades. I know it's all about letting them "spread their wings", but that's a bunch of HOOEY! 😉
I realize I am still "momaging" my daughter's ever-hectic social butterfly schedule (trust me...it's all encompassing!) but I know my days are numbered with her as well since it's inevitable that the sands of time are slipping away with her as well. So, while I figure out my new ROLE (see? bringing the title full circle!) in this one short life, I think I need to find myself a new hobby...basket weaving? Scuba diving? Curling? A One-Man Band? I'm all ears, Peeps...fire away!
Until next time,
Mama P
Since my first "official" post was basically an introduction of myself, I figured I should do a bonus entry to dive right into what I want Le Blog to be about...a whole lotta nothing. Kind of like Seinfeld, only not as funny and I don't get paid a gazillion dollars an episode, but other than that, it's like, TOTES the same.
I've been a stay-at-home mom since my boys were born. They will be 20 this year (how can I be old enough to NOT have teenagers?) and I have been blessed to have had such a supportive husband all of these years, who worked so hard to provide for our family so I had the luxury of staying home..to eat bon bons and watch soap operas all day (just kidding, I don't like soap operas. Bon bons on the other hand, is my jam...take a looksie at my girth). When Brady and Drew were 6 years old, our little girl Ella Kate entered the world and completed our family.
I have spent the better part of 2 decades devoted to my family. I've relished in being the class mom, helping to organize the school auctions, being able to be there for my kids before and after school. I realize how lucky I am to be able to do this and I am grateful every day for it.
But, here's the thing...now that my boys are in college and my daughter is entering high school my "job" is nearing the end of it's rapidly fraying rope. I'm not needed much these days. That's a hard pill to swallow. Don't get me wrong, I love the stages that they are all in. They are amazing young people; smart, funny and kind, yadda yadda yadda. I am beyond proud of them but this "forced retirement" is for the birds. When someone retires, it generally means that one has worked themselves to the bone all their lives and it's time to hang up their cleats. Or if you hate your job, you make a choice to give that job the proverbial middle finger and find something better...but I LOVE my "job"! I wasn't ready to say goodbye to it and what did those dear boys of mine DARE to do? They grew up and decided to LEAVE ME! What the eff? It's hard to look back on this past year; my boys looked to me to answer the questions of life. To provide shelter and food and love and guidance and in one fell swoop, like a flash, I was supposed to send them off into the world as adults to make their own decisions? Who in the heck authorized that? I certainly didn't! And wouldn't you know it, they had the nerve, the sheer audacity to thrive...to be successful...working jobs...getting good grades. I know it's all about letting them "spread their wings", but that's a bunch of HOOEY! 😉
I realize I am still "momaging" my daughter's ever-hectic social butterfly schedule (trust me...it's all encompassing!) but I know my days are numbered with her as well since it's inevitable that the sands of time are slipping away with her as well. So, while I figure out my new ROLE (see? bringing the title full circle!) in this one short life, I think I need to find myself a new hobby...basket weaving? Scuba diving? Curling? A One-Man Band? I'm all ears, Peeps...fire away!
Until next time,
Mama P
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