Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A Purpose


Every time we get out of bed in the morning - there is a reason... our children. But what happens when the children are grown and gone? Why do you get out of bed?

I was watching The Golden Girls yesterday and something that Sophia said really struck home. It was an episode from Season 3 that dealt with Alzheimer's disease. Sophia befriends an old black man who turns out to have the disease and is being sent to a home for treatment. She finds out the news and tells Dorothy, her daughter, that even when you're old, you still need a reason to get out of bed in the morning (referring to her friendship with the old man).

What are you going to do when your kids are all grown up? As stay-at-home moms with no actual careers, we, in particular, need to think of things like this. We devote our whole young lives to our children and experience the empty nest syndrome when they move out on their own and leave us wondering, "What do I do now?"

Now, if you are really lucky, you've saved enough for you and your husband to retire comfortably with perhaps enough to do a little travelling, too. But then what? What happens when you come home and back to that empty nest? TV and the porch swing?

Start thinking now about who you are and what makes you happy, aside from your kids. I know that for me, up until recently, I have made most of my life about my kids... which is as it should be as my children are only 2 and 3 years old. However, as a woman and an individual who has worked all of her teen and adult life up until pregnancy number one, I feel that I need to do something more to contribute to the family and the world in general. Call it pride if you will, but each of us has something special to give. Find out what it is that you have and make sure that you are ready when the time is right!

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Friday, September 5, 2008

*SIGH*


I think one of the things parents dread most is the first time their teenage son or daughter gives them the big sigh with eyeroll. You know the one....often accompanied by the "Mo-ther!" sound effect.

Little did I know that this scene gets played out a lot sooner than I ever expected.

Picure it... my 2 year old son standing in the middle of the kitchen looking up at me with his big, innocent, heather gray eyes. He is pounding his fists together rapidly in his version of the sign for "more" as he pleads, "Mo min! Mo min! Mo min! Mo min!"

It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about, but then it dawned on me: More vitamin!

I shook my head and said, "No, honey. You already had your vitamin today."

And then, as if in slow motion, to my utter shock and dismay my teenage nightmare materialized: he rolled his eyes and gave me the biggest sigh I've ever heard come out of a little kid.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry - but of course, I laughed. And so it begins....

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