Some days I think to myself, how did I ever make it this far? I have to ask my mom how she ever managed to get through my formidable “wonder” years. As I recall, I didn’t think I had such a bad time. I went through the occasional break up, the really big fight with my best friend, and the drop in my school work as I was crushing over the newest guy. All in all, it seemed like a normal path for any regular teenager growing up in the 90′s.
Fast forward a few years. I am now the mother and my daughter is the teenager. On the one hand I feel pretty blessed because we have such an open relationship, she feels like she can trust me with anything. We can sit and dish about things going on in her life and she doesn’t feel like she has to be sneaking around to do things. I feel that I can trust her to have good judgment, the way my parents did with me. Though I didn’t always make the right choices, I made them where it counted. I see a lot of myself in my daughter. This is where the conflict begins. All her life, she has always been told that she is a mirror image of me. Maybe as a child, we resembled each other, but as the years have passed, we no longer share too many of the same characteristics. Still, people never fail to say “Wow! You look just like your mom!” A phrase that she has grown to hate. What’s even worse is that the similarities don’t stop there. As much as she hates to hear it, her attitude resembles mine in so many ways it is scary.
This is why it is so hard for me to understand her reasoning sometimes. She thinks that I tell her things to keep her from enjoying herself or to shelter her from the outside world but in reality all I am trying to do is offer my advice on my own personal experiences. I guess at 17 I was the same and thought I knew everything. You would be hard pressed to try and tell me anything because I had all the answers. I guess that is where I have to learn to take a step back and let her find out for herself. It isn’t always easy being a parent. We want our kids to grow up independent and wise to the dangers of the world but we also want to keep them from making the same mistakes we once made ourselves.
When I look back on my relationship with my own mom, I remember having those head butting moments when I would stomp off to my bedroom and slam my door. That is until my mom got wise and had my door removed to teach me a lesson. It worked! When my daughter and I have a disagreement, she does the same thing, she walks away, muttering something under her breath, because like me she always has to have the last word, then slams the door shut as that one final shot. Sometimes I smile, remembering my own stubborn ways. Sometimes I want to run to my own room and slam my door but then I remember that I’m the mom and stooping to that level is pretty much unacceptable. I try really hard to remember how hard it can be to be 17. I force myself to remember everything that I went through and I take a deep breath. As hard as it seems to raise a teenager in this day and age, I feel like I have done a pretty good job. Next year she’ll be starting college and she may or may not choose to live away from us. I hope she’ll still feel the need to sit down and talk with her old mom. I know that as the years go on, she’ll realize that I knew what I was talking about and she’ll learn the humble words “You were right”. It will take some time, but she’ll get there. In the meantime, I will deal with the plight of the 17 year old and remember, I was 17 once too!
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I sometimes struggle with a little thing called insomnia. I have not quite figured out what the cause of my insomnia is. It seems to strike at random times. Sometimes I am stressed, but sometimes things seem just as normal as can be. But I when I get into bed, and turn the light off, I lay there, eyes wide open, tossing and turning to find a comfortable spot. Fighting with the sheets, am I hot? Am I cold? Nothing seems to make sense. I can’t shut my mind off. I’ve tried all sorts of methods to help me sleep, and they sometimes work for awhile, but the novelty always wears off and I find myself back to square one, looking out into the darkness of my room. Sometimes it only last a short while, sometimes it can last into the wee hours of the night. It makes it hard to wake up spry and cheery and ready to take on the day when you feel as though you have only gotten but a few minutes of shut eye.
As it were, I will try to complete the tasks of the day and do so without biting anyone’s head off. Just a little insomniac humor.
Hope everyone has a terrific Tuesday!
So I reached another small milestone today. I turned another year older and like I said, I wasn’t going to sit around and wallow in my self pity over having to go through a process that no matter how we try to stifle, is going to happen. I came to a rather sad realization today though that got me to thinking. I spoke with my ex husband, not a ritual I engage much these days. As our lives have grown in different directions, we have finally become the stereo-typical dvorced couple that now only communicates with each other when it comes to dealing with our children. For the general public that probably seems like a normal reaction to being divorced, but to know us, you would think otherwise. After my divorce, my ex and I remained close, even living together for nearly five years. We still did everything together, probably confusing people for the most part. For whatever reason, the situation worked for us at the time. We always promised that no matter who or what happened into our lives that we would never lose the friendship that took so long to build. These days, there is a major disconnect though and I have come to realize that like the seasons, people and promises change. While he did send me a quick text to wish me a happy birhtday, the conversation was quick. He mentioned how he wanted to say something sarcastic and smart ass about me getting older but wasn’t sure about how I was handling this birthday. To his surprise, I let him know that I was feeling blessed and actually in a good mood today. Then he said something that shocked me. This year for his birthday, he also celebrated with a party and enjoyed himself. All this brings me to the huge light bulb that lit up while talking to him. So many years together, we spent brooding over getting another year older, so many Christmas’ we both spent Bah humbugging. It seems to me that my ex and I brought out the worst in each other. All of a sudden we find ourselves in new relationships, with new people and our demeanor towards things we once felt so sour about have done complete 180′s. How could I have lived so many years of my life so unhappy? How could I have allowed myself to live so long feeling that way? I guess the simple answer to my question is that everything happens for a reason. I had to go through that first journey, or chapter of my life to bring me to this chapter. Sometimes we have to go through some difficult patches in life so that when we get to the really good stuff, we know how to take hold of it and appreciate it. I know now, that I will not ever allow any one person or thing control how I feel. Life is good. My life is good. And I’m not going to forget that!
Have a wonderful day!
I have made it through yet another year. I can’t believe how fast time has gone by. Last year around this time I was sitting around wallowing in self pity over getting ready to turn another year older. It would be so easy to sit around and do the same thing this year, and even though I have gotten more consistent with the wrinkle creams and DIY home remedies for anti-aging skin care, I have decided to take the advice of my good friend and embrace the fact that I have made it yet another year. God has blessed me with another wonderful day of love, happiness and health. I really can’t ask for much more than that! Right?
It’s inevitable that we are all going to get older. It is just a part of the circle of life, we may as well take it with a grain of salt and do it gracefully. That doesn’t mean that I am going to stop doing my part to help the process along with ease! This year instead of concealing the fact that I am rounding another year, I will celebrate it and feel blessed! Of course a fresh new hair cut won’t hurt!
Hope everyone has a terrific day! Be blessed!
Truth be told, I have to say I am a little bit disappointed in myself lately. Somewhere along the line, I allowed myself to get unmotivated. Now, I’m going to have to push myself, and if planning a wedding isn’t enough motivation, I’m not sure what is. I keep hearing…”It’s a year away. You have plenty of time.” But fact of the matter is, there is so much involved in the planning process. A year really isn’t much time. There are so many things to consider. So many details that have to be thought out. In order to make this day a memorable one, I am going to have to get busy now.
One of the most important details that I need to start working on is myself. It’s no secret that I have not been happy with my weight or appearance for a very long time now. Instead of using that as my fuel to kick myself into high gear, I have let it defeat me. I allowed myself to sit and think and feel sorry for myself, only proving that this does no one any good. It makes me moody, it makes everyone around me moody. I don’t know where along the line I let myself think that I was weak. There was a time when working out was a priority. I couldn’t get through a day without some form of physical activity. I need to find that part of me again, and push myself. I have a lot to work for. Soon enough I will be trying on dresses and there is nothing worse than finding that perfect dress and knowing you will not look good in it.
So the journey begins. A year until the wedding, a lifetime of better health and the satisfaction of knowing that I worked super hard to accomplish the goals that I am setting for myself. It may mean having to put a few things on the back burner, but I suppose that is all a part of life. Tackling the things you can when you can. It’s all a part of the journey.
Welcome! And Thank you for stopping by! I hope that my readers will find this blog entertaining, maybe a little informative and just interesting to read. Every one of us comes complete with some sort of journey as to how we got where we presently are. I suppose my journey started 37 years ago when I was born. It has been quite a ride. I lived a lot of my life with regret, longing for a chance to make up the mistakes of the past, but finally learning that the key to finding any sort of happiness is to move on and treat each day as a gift. Forget the haunts and hurts of the past and allow the space for new happier memories to be made. It doesn’t mean that I will completely forget the paths that brought me here, but I will remember why I chose those paths and let them serve as lessons.
Recent happy events have inspired this blog. My boyfriend of almost two years has asked me to marry him and I happily said “Of Course”! I have not only found a man that I want to spend the rest of my life with, but I have found my best friend, a confidant, a partner all rolled into one amazing man. This blog will chronicle the happenings, hurdles and stages of the next year till we get to our magical wedding day.
I hope you will join me on this journey and share in my happiness.
Again, thanks for taking the time to read.