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I've been silent for while on here, partly because I finished two novellas this summer in my "spare" time and partly because I...
Parenting is a sticky wicket. You do the absolute best you can with the tools you have from your own experience, and the results are still...
You do the absolute best you can with the tools you have from your own experience, and the results are still a bit of a crapshoot. Children, unfortunately, don't come with guarantees. They don't turn out like you imagine, they turn out like they turn out, like they're divinely intended to come out.
Hopefully, you've installed enough programming in them that they will be decent, caring, thoughtful creatures and not selfish, ignorant, nasty ones. Hopefully.
I parented in the "I'm proud of my honor student" bumper sticker generation. (I never had one, because we homeschooled, but they were EVERYWHERE.) We wore our pride in our children's ability to read before their peers, their report cards, their sports achievements, their scholarships, etc., on our bumpers for all the world to see. And judge.
|I homeschooled mine... so, yeah... that's how that works.|
My children are all ADULTS now.
That's a tough pill to swallow sometimes, but they are, even when they try to play the guilt card (I know where they picked that up!) and tell me they need me to feed them. Sometimes I wish I could still stuff them into their footie pjs and put them to bed, knowing they are too short to turn the doorknob and escape, but those days are over.
For my own mental health, I've had to start referring to them as "my adults" instead of "my kids" because they're all grown up. It's a transition.
Do they always make choices I approve of? No.
Do they do dumbass stuff sometimes? Yes.
Do I always agree with them? No.
Do I always love them. YES.
Will I help them if I can? Absolutely.
It's NOT unhealthy or abnormal or unusual to have kiddos that turn into adults who don't resemble anything we thought we raised.
What IS unhealthy is to continually strain and strive and struggle to change them, to turn them into something we think they should be, instead of letting them become who they are destined to be.
Parents, let your fledglings fly. Don't hold them back. Don't tether them with guilt and fear and all YOUR unresolved baggage. LET THEM FLY.
Last weekend, smack dab in the midst of our monthly ACFW chapter meeting, my new-to-me-a-year-ago MacBook Pro decided to drop dead of a hard...
After a couple visits to the nearest SimplyMac store it was determined that my hard drive was inaccessible, meaning anything I hadn't backed up to an external drive or to "the cloud" was lost forever.
Of course, in the classic scheme of things, the ONLY thing I hadn't dragged into Google Drive was my work-in-progress. I lost somewhere around 12,000 words. And I'm on a deadline.
After a night of mourning, and multiple attempts to apply countless random key combinations to resurrect my machine, I finally gave up. We returned to SimplyMac the next day, wherein I purchased a new laptop and a new desktop, as well. According to my husband, you should have the best tools available for the work you do. He's probably right, but I still wince at the bill.
It's taken me a full week to finally get all my software downloaded and everything back on track. Now I'm ready to start over, from word #1, on my newest novella, and the task feels daunting. So I've got this little ditty running through my head... (an improvement from last weekend, when I couldn't get Madonna's "borderline, feels like I'm going out of my mind" out of my head).
Enjoy a little Sinatra on this Friday evening and wish me well... I'll be spending the weekend BIC (butt-in-chair), pounding away at the keyboard.
I haven't posted anything in a very long time. I've been buried under deadlines, graduated my youngest from high school, and had a...
I've been buried under deadlines, graduated my youngest from high school, and had a whirlwind of crazy things go on in the last month. None of those things are conducive to creativity, blogging, writing, or anything much beyond drinking and sleeping... not necessarily in that order.
Today I tried on a pair of pants I bought last month at a second-hand shop.
Yes, it has taken me a month to try them on. The tags were still attached.
No, they didn't fit.
Sizes are deceptive, especially at thrift stores. Twenty years ago, at this same weight, I wore a 10. Today it's a 6. So if you buy older clothes, the sizing is all off.
This pair of pants didn't look old, but the size was definitely off. Maybe they were Aspenite pants...
Which brings me to the subject of sizes.
Comedienne Amy Schumer resented Glamour magazine's cover that named her a "plus-size" person. According to Amy, she and I are the same approximate size, which makes me like her that much more.
Anyway, that makes me "plus-size," too. At least I'm in humorous company.
Having been through a bout of anorexia myself (I just called it my skinny stage... my therapist put the anorexic label on it), I've come to the following conclusion: Plus Size is anything over a 0. DUH. If you are more than ZERO, you are PLUS (positive).
Deal with it.
In other body modification news, my dentist wants me to get braces.
I'd rather get a tattoo.
Mind you, my mother vetoed braces when I begged for them as a preteen.
"You can eat, can't you?" she said.
Now my open bite, which exerts undue pressure on my molars and makes them break (and prevents me from eating a sandwich without embarrassment), is the subject of scrutiny. I even went so far as to make an appointment with my dentist's recommended orthodontist, hoping for a recommendation of Invisalign, or some other non-intrusive option (the last dentist wanted me to have my jaw broken and wired shut for 6 weeks).
No such luck. Orthodontist's opinion? 18 months of regular, old-fashioned braces WITH rubber bands. For $6,300.
I listened, I looked, I wasn't convinced.
For $6,300, I'll go get the blubber frozen off my belly.
It would have a better impact on my self-esteem... more than having braces at 45, without question.