It’s 11:00am, and I’m seriously considering making dinner tonight.
This is significant in a number of ways. There are more days than I’d like to admit when putting an evening meal together just isn’t top of my list, and the times when I’ve made it a priority I’ve experienced what one might call a notable lack of positive reinforcement. (Hello there, T-man and Bear.)
If I do manage to think about dinner, it’s usually a semi-panicky revelation right before BrightSide comes home. As in oh crap, it’s 5:30, what on earth are the kids gonna eat?!
So for me to be thinking about making dinner, and at 11:00 in the morning no less, is a big step in the right direction. Or it means I’m hungry for lunch. Either way, I’ve gotten food focused.
The never ending balancing act that comes with having more than one kid.
“Thus began Bella’s campaign for her own TV. She started off slowly, asking Phaedra to turn up the volume on her TV so she could hear it from across the hall in her bed. But when she started to disagree with Phaedra’s DVD choices, she started to get real.
I wish I had a TV in my room like Phaedra.”
The TV – 649.133: Girls, the Care and Maintenance Of.
Are you concerned about flunking parenting? That you’re scraping by with a C- simply by clothing and feeding your offspring? Do you have the nagging feeling that you, and only you, are missing the genetic code explaining Garanimals, Lunchables, and Pokémon cards?
Fear not, brave reader. You Are Not Alone.
Mornings have a certain flow. Roll out of bed, grab a quick shower, throw on the clothes that (if I was smart) I laid out the night before. If I’m really lucky I’ll manage to get through all of this without hearing that knock and plaintive, “Mom?” at the door.
A girl can dream.
But when one part goes awry, well…that’s when the train really goes off the rails.
Foster parents are made of strong stuff.
They find it within themselves to open their hearts and homes to children in need, offering a stable life to young people struggling to find their way.
They work to maintain relationships between children and their biological families, often while those families are working through their own issues. They take charge over souls who have experienced unspeakable trauma and walk with them through the fire of recovery.
And they love these kids deeply, unconditionally, despite the fact that they might only be in their lives for a short while.
Ah, the beauty of middle school.
Social drama and texting. Girls and P.E. class. Low man on the totem pole, switching classes, and brand new lunch options.
Plus graduation from a fifth grade puberty discussion to the health class that spans a range of topics including – wait for it – sex education.
Let the good times roll.
Picking noses. Dropping clipped toenails on the floor. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink. I’d say these are some pretty common annoyances across the general population.
I think we can agree that parenting brings its own particular brand of pet peeves to the party.
Because in concept raising boys is a wonderful thing…in reality, sometimes it means getting down to the nitty gritty if you want to send decent men out into the world someday.
“There is a list making its way around Facebook about 25 Rules for Mothers of Sons. Have you seen it?
It’s a very pleasant, feel good, vanilla-flavored list with lots of cute little things like ‘teach your son to do laundry,’ ‘learn how to throw a football,’ ‘let him get dirty,’ and that sort of thing. I am not going to attack this woman or her list. (I learned my lesson the last time I did that.) I think the list is fine – for her. It’s just not my cup of tea.
Instead I decided to pay homage to her and make my own list. Here goes:
1. Teach him what a skank is so he’ll never bring one home.”
People I Want to Punch in the Throat: Rules for Raising a Boy – 18 (Because 25 Was Too Hard To Come Up With) Rules for Mothers of Sons