This is my first time to ever "blog." That being the case, I'm sure that holding a crying baby, managing a broken laptop, and eating lunch are not activities that will lend to anything legible or entertaining, but here goes...
My Meadow was born 13 and 1/2 months ago, and yet I still find myself waking up some mornings and saying "oh yeah, we have a baby." This sounds horrible, I know, but you have to understand, I'm 40 and my last child was born 12 years ago. Jon and I have been married for 6 years and both brought children from previous marriages into our new world. We always talked about how great it would be to have kids together, but then realizing how we were both pushing half a century, we would just laugh about it. Even after talking about it, our reaction when I turned up prego summer before last, was one of complete and utter shock. We had both planned our retirement and have been counting down the years to get our son through high school and started in college so that we could start traveling from Blues Festival to Blues Festival, and all the other fabulous dreams that future retirees talk about. The reality is, I'm still about 20 years from teacher retirement, and Jon is self-employed which allows for freedom, but doesn't always allow for any kind of savings. Somehow, it just sounds better to say that our new precious addition is a blessing from God and a message that we need to slow down a bit, and that is the complete truth.
Today she sits beside me crying crocodile tears and screaming and kicking her feet because I won't share my lunch with her.(She definitely takes after her mother when it comes to appetite.) Not because I'm mean and stingy, but because we think she has a milk alergy, and I'm eating alfredo noodles, which are totally not on my diet, but might add some excitement to my 15 year old daughter's babysitting experience this afternoon. I'm waiting on my friend Terry to come pick me up for St. Patty's day stuff, and I had to call her and tell her to come later because my oldest daughter Harlee has not retuned from a sleepover yet, and I had forgotten that I can't get in the shower without someone to watch the baby. So many things to remember...
As Harlee came in today she said, "a whole week at Spring Break is just pointless, I wish we were in school." That makes my heart smile, but I also know that part of that is because she hasn't been able to see her new boyfriend since Saturday. She is awesome and too smart for her own good and is a total pleaser just like her step sister/my step daughter Brooke who is only 1 mos. older than Harlee, and they are both about 5 mos. from driving by themselves. (This thought sends terror and tears to both Jon and I)
Brandt my son, is beyond creative and has an arsenal of life sized guns made of paper - but that is another story altogether. He is with his dad for spring break, and was supposed to call me everyday starting with Saturday night - not one call yet. Mom tears for sure.
St. Patty's day is always bitter/sweet. Mar. 17th was my Nana's birthday. If she was still alive today she would be 110. I sang a song called "Don't Cry for Me," at her funeral. My Aunt Barb said, tears rolling down her cheeks "Great song sweetie, but it didn't work." It's been 14 years since she died, and there isn't a day that goes by, especially St. Patty's day, that I don't think about what a wise, upstanding, talented, creative, and integrity filled woman she was. I suppose I could have done my first blog dedicated completely to her and her nana-ism's, which were life lessons and sayings that she was famous for, but I will have to do that when I have more time to devote. It is too important of a subject for me to shoot through quickly.
Off to tan and shower and head down to main street for St. Patty's day activities, and will be meeting my fab husband and some very close friends a little later. Not the most exciting life, but we're living it to the fullest every day. And that thought often brings tears of joy.
Lot's of tears - that and the hot flashes make think I might be slipping quietly into menopause. Menopause and a baby - what a combination.
The luck of the Irish to ya today me lads and lassies!
Sweet Brenda
Well my dear sweet Brenda...that was fast! When you said you were going to start a blog about 3 hours ago, you were NOT kidding!
ReplyDeleteGreat stories and I'm glad you started this, it can be very cathartic...and fun...and addicting...and stressful...and...well, you get the idea.
Glad to be your first "official" commenter and subscriber.
Miss ya friend!
Pam
www.mypamtasticlife.com
Thanks dear. I will have to work hard to keep up with Miss Pamtastic. Thanks for the inspiration. The first day was very fun.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, I am a long time blog writer and blog reader. I will be happy to add you to my blog list. You are going to be great at this. Don't let my Google name Cool Grandma confuse you as to who I am.
ReplyDeleteLove to you,
LaNell
I think that that was a long blog but it was well planed. The blog was about cinamin rolls a verry good breackfast.I think that was a great thingto wright about. Jonathan best commented this comment
ReplyDeleteThis blog means to me live everyday like it's the last. Try to take time out of your life to spend with your family. Beware of life's obstacle's.
ReplyDeleteI admire you for showing responsibility with having Meadow. I wouldn't be able to keep up with a baby and continue to have a life. My parents make me take care of my dog like a baby so I have responsibilities that keep me from going places. I respect you for continueing your fun while also being responsible.
ReplyDeleteThis blog can mean many differnt things. The main thing i get out of it is that life throws unexpected things at you for you to realize everything & and become a stronger individual by overcoming your obsticals. So basically everything happens for a reason, even if you dont know the reason at the time. You just have to deal with what you have and learn from it. (:
ReplyDeleteWell this blog tells me to always be happy. And cry tears of joy. Cinnamon rolls are really amazing and having them for breakfast is the best. i would really love one right now, laugh out loud. With all this talk about the real world it makes me think...I am a senior and i am about to graduate and move on my life. This makes me smile at the same time tho because it makes me thin of the joys and everything that i will have as a loving parent.
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Dear Mrs.Severson,
ReplyDeleteYour life sounds very tiring! You are always going. Just remember to stop and take times to smell the flowers(: I hope your Saint Patricks Day was great!!
love,
Heather
this is great it tells me you can have fun and live life even when things are hectic!!!and thats alot of tears lol
ReplyDeleteI really like this story because it talks about strugles of being a certain age and having to take care a baby. People have said for years that the older you get the more tired you get, but if you can be the age you are and stil take care of a growing faimly than that just goes to show that everything people say about aged people is not nesscicarally true so dont listen to them. I thinks its incredible how someone can do so much and get nothing in return it just surpprises and shocks me. I know that you kids must appriciate what you do because I know I do and Im not even your kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletethis has a very inspirational side to it!! it tells about the struggles in life and the good times and bad times!!((:
ReplyDeleteMrs.Severson i really liked your blog. You were kind of like my parents. I was a surprise to my parents just like Meadow was too you. Its funny how plans and things can change so much. Even though you have kids and your own family I think it's cool how much time you dedicate to school. I really admire you:)
ReplyDeleteStay in there and stay strong.Thats all i really have to say because everything else has been covered by other people.
ReplyDeleteI really like this blog beacuse it showed how strong you are with being able to take care of your family and still be able to have fun.
ReplyDeleteMrs.Severson you are one of those teachers I will be telling my children about someday.That I will bring them back to meet, that at graduation I will ball my eyes out because I know I have to leave, but most of all that I will never forget:):)
ReplyDeletei like saint pattys day, but i wouldnt know about babys and kids...
ReplyDeleteYou fit work and fun in to one very stressful life. I respect u for that>Its hard doing that. N from what isee u do a very good job at it!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're absolutely the craziest person anyone at Dibble has ever met, but in a good way. You have so much going on and you never really get a break. Sorry sometimes we make it even tougher on you.
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