Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Lesson #1: "The One" Does Not Exist

My 27th birthday is next month, and I realized that when James turns 27, I'll be 49, and when Cece turns 27, I'll be 50. When I'm in my late 40s and early 50s, I might not be able to relate to the things they'll be going through in early adulthood as well as I can now. I've decided to write a compilation of life lessons to share with them when they become adults. I've started it here, on my blog, and look forward to your thoughts and ideas for future posts. Like my life, this series will be a work in progress :)



Lesson # 1: There is no such thing as "The One."

You've been told dreamy tales about someday finding "The One"-- your fated soulmate, the man or woman who will give you butterflies in your bellies and sweep you off your feet in a whirlwind of love and excitement. You've assumed "The One" will be handsome or beautiful and will charm you at first sight. You believe that your interests and life perspectives will align magically, and that life with this person will be simultaneously adventurous and harmonious.

Along the roads to finding your perfect matches, you might overlook a lot of nice people who really like you. Some might be too nerdy, lumpy, scrawny, or interested in you to seem worthwhile. Here's the secret, my dears: no match is perfect, and the best looking people aren't necessarily the best partners. Your fate does not include finding a person who does not exist, and when it comes to love, nobody is perfect. Although I've told you that you're perfect, you probably have negative qualities that I've overlooked. The best thing you can do for yourselves when finding a partner is to choose someone that brings tremendous joy to your life and doesn't hurt your feelings.

When choosing a partner, pick someone stable, devoted, loving, and patient. Choose someone who values hard work and makes you laugh, someone who has practical expectations of you while making you want to be your best.  Everyone ends up a little lumpy, and what excites you at 18 will absolutely not excite you at 28. I promise to be right about that.

Your relationships might not work out, so never neglect the other components of your lives that fulfill you. You'll always have me, by the way. And you're never too old to cry on my shoulder. There will be times in your lives when your hearts will feel broken for a short while. They will heal, and you'll find love again. I promise that, too.

The truth is, my loves, that you can have a magical life with anyone who loves you equally and is willing and committed to work through difficult times. And when you find your almost-perfect match, be sure to treat them well.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Sketchy Santas

I haven't had much time to blog lately. We threw together a last-minute party for Gene's bff yesterday, and the kids have been really effing sick lately. Because they were both up last night with coughing fits, I took them to the pediatrician this afternoon. I felt like a real jerk when I found out how sick they are. As it turns out, they both have bronch-o-something-itis and double ear infections! I had no idea! Poor bears!

Cece is especially sickly. Her oxygen level was low (like 91%) and her face looks sad and pained and prettier than ever. I want to cry whenever I look at her.

ANYWAY, I'm writing this quick blog to give you something funny to read in my absence.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Portraits

My future bro-in-law and friend, Ray Conway, is an excellent photographer. The best thing about having one of those in the family? Access to inexpensive Christmas presents.

Here are a few pictures he took for us this month:



























Friday, December 4, 2009

Why I Think My Son Might Be Latino

Ever since he first uttered the word "Mama," I've been suspecting that my son might be latino. Here's why:

He calls them pantalones!

He sometimes uses a "rolling R".

As an infant, he favored maracas to rattles.

His statements usually sound like questions.

Homeboy can dance.

Common language errors include "I have wet!" and "I don't want it this show!"

He sometimes calls me "Me-kai-AY-la" rather than "Michaela" or just "Mom"

His dad wears a tight ponytail.

He's impassioned.

One eyebrow spans the width of his forehead.

He once smiled when I called him Jamesito.

He likes quesadillas more than sandwiches.




Monday, November 30, 2009

'Tude

 


"Mom, you are so fucking gay." - Cecilia, age 10 months.

Monday, November 23, 2009

The Imperfectionist

I've been considering joining my town's chapter of The MOMS Club International.

Yes, you read that correctly.

I went to their open house last week, and felt really nervous about it before I arrived. Here are some reasons for my nervousness:

1. I'm young(ish)
2. The technical term for my socioeconomic status is "broke-ass"
3. I don't have a college degree
4. I'm unmarried
5. My kids sometimes wear dirty socks

I pictured the members of the MOMS Club to be older, wealthier, and, well, classier than me. Need a visual? I shamelessly wear un-hooded sweatshirts that used to belong to my dad. Need another? I let my son look at the poop in his diapers because he always asks to see it. Whatever, it's fine with me.

I guess my point is that I'm an imperfectionist, and this even applies to my parenting style. I love my kids probably more than any other parent in the world, but I really believe that kids (and moms) need some slack.

Thankfully, there are apparently tons of other moms adopting a similar perspective. They're calling it Free Range Parenting. Although I wouldn't use that term to describe my specific (or unspecific) parenting style, I think it's back-to-basics approach is fresh, sensible, and ironically progressive.  It's liberating to know that I'm not the only mom who thinks that baby leashes are kind of fucking lame.

I mailed my application to the MOMS Club today. If I'm accepted, I hope the other moms will give me an opportunity that I did not give them: I hope they get to know me before they make assumptions. I have a lot to learn.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Performing Art

James was about 22 months when this video was taken.