There’s nothing like a good laugh which is why I love The Onion. Humor helps all the time, but never more than in our current political climate or when dealing with issues of motherhood.
I laughed loudly throughout this article, so had to share it with you.
“Making the decision to have a child – it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ”
― Elizabeth Stone
“My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.”
Flowers from my girl!
I am lucky enough to be spending Mother’s Day weekend with my daughter! One forgets how good food is in a college town: donuts, pizza, bagels and smoothies oh my!
Best wishes to my dear friend, Courtney, mother of four girls all under the age of nine, and hugs to my mother-in-law, Mary , who gave me my wonderful husband!
“Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry
because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry.”
My girl, circa 2002, waiting for the rain in her favorite boots!
My daughter got stuck taking me to a medical appointment in one of those lovely role reversals that happen once your child is grown. I was required to have a designated driver after a pain specialist gave me a couple of cortisone shots in my back. Before transporting me home, my daughter was called into the recovery room where the doctor gave her a few instructions.
As she ever so gently helped me into the car, I asked her how she liked my doctor. “Your doctor. That was your doctor?!” Apparently, she had assumed she was receiving post-procedure instructions from a medical assistant of some sort.
“You didn’t tell me your new doctor was buff,” she retorted. ” Young. You mean young,” I responded. Nope, she meant buff as defined in the Urban Dictionary: very strong or having defined muscles, hot.
I was given the chance to re-evaluate my assessment of my doctor a couple of weeks later, and I found him to be both young and buff! Wow, how did I miss that? Well, I’ll tell you how…during my initial consultation with him all I could focus on was his bright shining youth. Wow, I wondered as I left his office, are the doctors getting younger or am I getting older? Think I answered my own question!
Other clues that you are getting older:
- You have to ask: it’s hot in here, right?! Isn’t it? Anybody else feel warm?
- You can’t remember why you walked into a room.
- You’ve fallen in love with tennis shoes. Your heels are collecting dust…literally.
- You can’t seem to call your daughter’s five roommates by their respective names.
- You don’t recognize your hands.
- You are super excited that Saturday Night Live will soon begin broadcasting live across all time zones!
Just a few reasons you don’t mind:
- You can be absolutely sure that you’ll never be perfect, so no pressure.
- Tennis shoes are inexpensive and being shown on the runway this year!
- It’s nice to be chauffeured around by your daughter.
- You realize that most of the things you spent your life worrying about didn’t matter or didn’t happen.
- Aging is a gift…it’s called life.
Enjoy your day,
I call Beth my “Texas beauty queen girlfriend,” because, well she’s very pretty and she still speaks “Texan” even though she hasn’t lived there for more than 20 years. Y’all understand?! But she is so much more than attractive and down-to-earth. She’s the kind of friend who always listens, never judges (unless we’re talking about the quality of a photo!) and helps when she can.
Before I got to know Beth, she was simply the “Mom with the camera.” Other parents spoke highly of the wonderful photos, videos and slide shows she generously prepared to commemorate school events and trips. I didn’t really get to know Beth until we moved across the street from her and started a car-pool to get our kids to school. Her son and my daughter are the same age and her oldest is two years their senior. We bonded as moms and neighbors and today, now that our “children” are away at school, we share a bond as artists. It seems Beth is multi-talented; she is not only a brilliant photographer, but she is also a gifted painter. I invite you to view her art at bordelonartworks.com.
When I called to tell Beth about my idea for a blog, she responded exactly how I wished she would: with enthusiasm, encouragement and an offer to help. I’m a writer, not a photographer, but I knew I wanted photos on my blog. Beth and I are no longer neighbors, but she loaded up her camera and speciality lighting and made the 80 minute drive to my pink shed. Most of the photos (all the good ones!) on my site have been taken by Beth. After the photo shoot, we had a good old-fashioned slumber party. In an attempt to be as good a friend to Beth as she is to me, I agreed to watch the Bachelor, as that is one of her favorite shows. My husband disappeared to his study and I had the opportunity to find out what all the hype is about. Um, well… I just couldn’t really enjoy the visual of one guy kissing a different girl in each scene. But, I could understand how one could become addicted to show. I asked that Beth tell me who Nick chose, as I would be curious but not watching. (Funny thing: my technology consultant, Kristin, was approached to be on The Bachelor years ago, but declined…wisely, I think!)
Years ago Beth and I helped each other through the day-to-day challenges that come with raising children and today we support eachother in our artistic endeavors. I feel so grateful to call her my friend.
May y’all be blessed with good friends,