Tag: Boys

i ditched the mom thing today

It’s really cool how parenting morphs into an almost-friendship with your kid when they reach a certain age…like say…mid-twenties. Two of my sons are on their own, living completely independent, adult-style, twenty-something lives, so I feel like I can relax The Mom routine. A bit. Sometimes. I feel like I can take a break from

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i’m not ready…

“Mom, don’t wash any of my clothes. I’m saving up all of my dirty laundry and I’m going to wash it right before I leave on my trip.” Nic is referring to the fourteen hour road trip he has been planning for several months, with three other eighteen year old boys. Over the July Fourth

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i should have been a killer whale

My youngest son Nic turned eighteen a few months ago and he just graduated from high school. He has his own car, a job, half a degree, his own friends and a separate life. I barely see his face these days. Hubs constantly reminds me that it’s normal for boys to separate from their parents

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Running halfs, building legos, peeing in cars -part 2

While I was in Nashville for the half marathon a couple of weeks ago I got to visit with a very special little boy, L. The opportunity to visit with my sweet little guy and his mom (and Dad), was the main reason we chose the Rock ‘n Roll event there in the first place.

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Magic 18

My youngest son Nic dropped a bomb on me and Hubs a couple of weeks ago; he said he wanted to attend a gamer’s convention in July, in Austin Texas, with two of his friends. All three of the boys will be eighteen years old by July. And you know. Eighteen. That magic age when

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I’m The Shell & I’m Cracked Open & Ready When He Needs Me

I’m watching my middle son sleep. That doesn’t sound abnormal, right? Until I tell you my middle son is twenty-two years old and is just visiting for a few days. Yeah. Now it’s creepy. You still don’t think so? Okay imagine for a second… What if my son opened his eyes at four-thirty in the

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I Gave That Hotshot Mr. Lee, All The Credit!

How did you get my work pants so clean Mom? And man, they smell sooo good! Mom, really, how did you do this? Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh. To hear those words… Is every mother’s dream. Or at least it’s mine. Because I truly love laundry. I take great pride in sorting the colors, treating the stains, using

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Everybody Else’s Mother Wins Again

I’m not going to win The Mother of the Year Award again this year. That’s twenty-six years in a row I’ve been passed up. I’m starting to feel like Susan Lucci. My twenty-six year old son is currently annoyed with me because I called him too early this morning, and I woke him up to

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Tooth Fairies, Placental Guilt & Dorothy Hamill

My youngest son Nic will sit for his senior portrait tomorrow, and last week he asked me if he could get his haircut a few days before the pictures, because he wanted a chance for his hair to grow, and not look so freshly coiffed. Wow, I thought to myself, he is really growing up.

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Counting Fingers, Toes & Pubes

As I rushed my youngest son Nic out of the door to school this morning, I counted down the minutes and I realized, Motherhood is all about counting. Nic you have fifteen more minutes… Nic you have five more minutes… Seventeen years ago, I started off by counting Nic’s fingers and toes, his ounces of

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