They’re mine, thank you.

Well…I’ve landed in the ER. Finally, for the first time in five years, my wife is having to sit next to me and wait.

Before anyone freaks out, it’s my knee. I was chasing a shopping cart in the Wal Mart parking lot and something popped…and I could no longer put weight on it. No big deal…it hurts, don’t get me wrong but it’s not at all life threatening. There are people here that are in worse shape.

Pain is manageable, so manageable that I have refused pain shots. I sit here, full clarity with an ice pack, the Broncos and my wife.

When we got home and I realized I couldn’t walk, I cried…which freaked my wife out. Once the Daughter heard me, she jumped in…then the Boy. I’ve got the most excellent set of “human crutches” that anyone could have.

So I was ordered into a recliner while my army brought groceries in, got me ice packs, pillows and ibuprofen. I was told to sit on my hindquarters until they could figure out what to do with me. I felt four. But a loved four.

The daughter is handling the delivery of a new bed and dinner for the two of them…we are waiting in results. I wanna go home to my family.

The wife is keeping the mother and sister, the bestie, the LP, her bestie and Bossman updated. They have all offered love and prayers. Bossman called me stubborn…but that’s code, right?

So I will prolly go home with crutches and an immobilized knee. I’ll go to work, I’ll shuffle around and make Thanksgiving dinner. I’ll spend time with loved ones and exasperate them by not sitting down. It’s called tradition. Only this year, I’ll show off my crutch skills. God.help.us.

But this family of mine…genetic and chosen…I say this…I love you so…thank you for worrying and praying and talking with me.

I’m a tough ol’ broad…I got this.

Mommy World.

My kids have two mommies.

It’s okay…I acknowledge it isn’t for everyone, but it’s perfect for us.  I am bio-mom.  I carried these two bundles of joy,  I shared a heartbeat with each of them.  I’ve loved each of them 9 months longer than anyone else ever will.  I have made my share of mistakes, I have made your share, my neighbors share, my 3rd cousin twice removed’s share….I have screwed it up more than I care to think about, but I own it.

These two are of me, they look like me, act like me, sound like me.

I have taught them the truth may hurt, but everyone is WORTH the truth.

I have taught them that even though they are head and shoulders taller than me, I can still put them in their place.

I have taught them to respect themselves, because in life, many others won’t.

I have taught them that yes, adults do suck sometimes, and even the ones that say they love you and won’t leave, do.  It’s not their fault, it’s on the other person.  They aren’t to give them any energy.

I have taught them unconditional love.  Period.  No excuses, no reason.  Love is love….and there is always room for more of it.

I have taught them that I will walk through fire for them.  I love them to my very core and there isn’t anything they can do to change that.

Then I gave them the Wife.  And it’s changed our lives, all of us.  I have known her for 30 years, we have been a family for 4 years…it gets better every day.

I once asked the wife why she loved them so much, her answer was simple, “In the beginning, I loved them because I love you and I see how much you love them…how do you not love someone so much? Now, I love them because we have our own relationships, we have our own things…they are as much mine.”  She’s the goods.

She hasn’t “thanked” me yet for these relationships, but she hasn’t run for the hills either.

So everyone understands, my kids have two mommies.  It’s okay.

I had a conversation with the sister today that made me think about what actually constitutes a family.  See, I had two mommies, no…not in THAT way, I had my bio-mom and my step-mom.  Everyone should have a step-parent like mine.  She never felt like a step-parent and she never treated me like less.  I love her everyday and think of her often.  She left my life after the divorce, but in my heart, she left me with a sister, a brother and a 2nd mommy that I will always love and lessons I will never forget.

In today’s society, there are so many single parents, by choice, by death, by separation, the list goes on and on…here’s my take on it….

there are so many that need love, need guidance, need structure and support…why shut folks down?  Because of their sexuality?  Seems short-sighted and petty.  Maybe that’s just me.

My kids got/get asked all the time “your mom is gay???” and both without missing a beat, without hesitation, “yes.” Simple and true.

Yes, they have been picked on.   But I’ll let you in on a secret; kids pick on kids, regardless of whether or not mommy is a fag.  All kinds of reasons….

  • Mommy is fat.  (it’s okay, I am)
  • Mommy isn’t blonde.  (tried it once, not pretty)
  • Mommy isn’t a stay at home mommy.  (Bossman would cry)
  • The daughter’s hair was too short.
  • The boy’s hair was too long.
  • We didn’t live in the right part of the neighborhood.
  • We didn’t have a hot tub.

Kids learn what we teach them.  These two have learned there are lots of different ways to love others, that it’s okay to have one parent, or two, or two mommies, daddies, step parents, foster, adopted, whatever…they have learned family isn’t always genetic.

Sometimes, the right one walks in the door.  This person will take away the hurt and replace it with love and honor.  This person will show a child it’s okay to trust, to love someone who isn’t “the norm.”

Besides, my definition of normal is way different from yours.  Example, I think it’s completely normal to have 7 pairs of the same shoe in different colors or the same purse in 4 different colors.

What? not normal?

told.you.so.

Teachers. Students.

Life keeps changing.  We are entering this school year with the Boy and the Daughter both beginning classes and new chapters in their lives.  They are headed in incredible directions…I am both proud and devastated.

They no longer need me to hold their hands or pick out their clothes. I no longer have to buy crayons or construction paper. There is no more recess or naps. I am no longer as needed as I once was.

I have taught them independence, I have taught them to find their own voice, their own path…we have battled and we have laughed.  Mostly we love.

I am a mommy. To my core. I live and breathe for these two. They are my babies. Always will be. I pray for their successes in life. Every day.

Let’s add some folks to this prayer list…

To the teachers in my life, I pray for your wisdom and bravery. It’s not easy what you do. It’s not easy what is expected of you. I applaud that this is your calling in life, to shape these minds, to teach them. I give you every ounce of support and honor that I have. I will thank you, on behalf of many parents, for taking our babies and giving them the world. I will thank you now, for the future leaders you hold in your hands. I appreciate each of you.

To the returning students and new students, I pray for your adventure. The knowledge you will gain, the friendships you will make. Take these lessons with you throughout your life. You will need them all.

Listen to your teachers, counselors and principals, they will only want the best for you. You may think whatever they are teaching is dumb…I promise, it’s not…one day, you will need to know the square root of something or if “I” comes before “e”and you will realize its because of that teacher….you know…

Remember, not everyone will be your friend. You won’t always fit in. Be yourself. If someone treats you wrong, find people who treat you right. If someone bullies you or wants you to be a bully, say no. Always. You don’t know what someone else is living, surviving, don’t be a shit person. Be a good, stand up person. Be a leader. Lead others to the right path and be encouraging of others. If you are a follower, follow the right path. Life is full of experiences, good and bad…take the lessons from each and pay.it.forward. Surround yourself with people, others like you, teachers and adults that will lift you up.

Don’t ever let anyone tear you down. Be fair, treat others as you wish to be treated. Remember, everyone is equal.

To the parents of students and teachers…it’s up to us, to put ourselves in their shoes before we scream and yell about how unfair it is that little Johnny or Mary has homework. Read to your kids, teach them. Help the teachers. Support them and make sure yours kids get it….that they are there to get the lessons that will carry them, through their lives. Remind them to listen up, stay awake and do the work, no matter how dumb they think that book report or diagramming sentences may be.

To the parents, we did it. We made it through another summer. Congratulations!

To my love….thank you. For staying sane and keeping me sane. I owe you a drink. Or two…

Rules of Summer Living.

It’s that time of year…summer.  Kids wait for it all year, parents count the days until the next school year starts…so, in quiet sister/brotherhood of all parents, I submit the following rules…

(1) Yes, you can stay home.  By yourself.  No, I can’t take the summer off.  I have to work, sorta, to pay for your summer entertainment.  You will need to appreciate this time in your life….when you grow up, you too, will have to work…buckle up.

(2) No, I cannot create magnificent dishes for you to enjoy while I am working.  There is Nutella and Mac & Cheese….feel free to enjoy both.

(3) Yes, you will have chores.

(4) Yes, I understand you are on vacation….let’s consider this a “stay-cation” and pick up your room.  If I find anything on the floor, I will hold it hostage until the school year starts.

(5) No, 7:00 AM is not a bedtime.

(6) Yes, you will have a curfew.  And chores, did I mention chores?

(7) If you use every single towel in one afternoon of pool fun, you will wash, dry and fold said towels before midnight.  And suffer the wrath of Mommy Who Does the Laundry.

(8) Do not call Mommy allllllll day long at work.  I have a job, you are eating Nutella….shut up and appreciate your childhood.

(9) Do not sit in front of your Xbox all day and when I walk through the door expect me to feed you immediately, see #8 and enjoy.

(10) Every once in a while, get up from said Xbox and stretch.  If you spend the summer hunched over a gaming console, you will look like the only freshman Quasimodo.  Go outside, get some fresh air.

(11) Putting the fan in front of the window does not constitute fresh air.

(12) You will need to do the following on a daily basis:
Shower.
Brush you teeth.
Put on clean clothes.

(13)  I am sure, your horrible teachers will give you summer homework. It’s their summer “fun”.  We’re adults, we can do so… Suck it up, you will do this homework and read, so I do not have to send you to Pre-K before your freshmen year starts.  Nor will you wait until the night before school starts to cram it all in.

(14)  Do not EVER tell me you are bored.  You have Xbox, Wii, 800 cable channels, a pool, a bike, friends in the neighborhood and a park with a basketball court at the end of the street.  Telling me you are bored will get you more chores, such as cleaning baseboards and toilets.  Take your chances if you feel lucky.

(15) Have fun, stay safe.  We are proud of you….

 

Parents, I will pray for all of us this summer.  And it’s only 90 days or so until the next school year.  I am already planning a day off once school starts to recover, count.on.that!!!!

 

 

Taco Night.

I love to cook.  For friends, for family.  I love being in the kitchen, creating dishes that will nourish and bring us together.  How the room begins to take on energy and life…the laughter, the smiles, the conversation.  I have found when I am in the kitchen cooking, folks come there…to be in the room, some to snack, some to “help,” some to just visit.  The kitchen is truly the heartbeat of our home.

It’s been a rough, hard patch for me and I think because of that, I haven’t had a creative urge.  I have been so ruled by my emotions and my anger and irritation, that nothing has been enjoyable to me.  Not even cooking.

It hit home yesterday, at the Boy’s football game.  They didn’t do well.  In fact, they lost. Terribly.  And the wife and I inadvertently sat in the wrong section and were a few rows back from the opposing team families.  This is relevant only because they were cheering….loudly.  And beating my son’s team.

How DARE they?!?!?  Didn’t they know that these young men were going to be devastated when they got in the car, didn’t they realize that these young men were going to blame themselves, individually for their team loss.  How dare they sit in the stands being noisy, cheery and happy that their own young men were winning!!!!

I don’t mean I was unhappy.  I mean I was completely irritated and spoiling for a fight. Every time one of them clapped or said “Good job!” I got upset.   Loudly upset, daring one of them to turn around, say something  or even shoot me a dirty look.  I am telling you, it hit a low yesterday.

The wife had to point out to me that if it had been our team, our son, I would have been loudly cheering, loudly proclaiming  “Good job!” and clapping until my hands were numb.  She told me that I was way too irritated and it had been a becoming a more frequent occurrence.  That my moods had changed and I was less happy, more quick to anger.

It was sobering.  She has no idea how this hit me.  I have quietly sat and thought about this since yesterday.

I have gotten so cranky lately.  I don’t know why.  I have let so many other people rule my emotions and my thoughts.  For no good reason.

This week, we did something I never thought I would be able to do.  We bought a car for the Daughter.  It was more the wife than me, which means so much more, because she did out of love.  Not because she HAS to love the Daughter, but because she WANTS to love her.

I told the wife and the Daughter, we just realized that she needed that one small break…that one step that showed her that she could have faith.  That she could lean on family and that our love for her, our faith in her, would be enough to help carry  her.  She was completely shocked and I loved every tear she cried.  If ever a kid deserved the happy, the moment of good shock, it was the Daughter.  And the wife made this happen.

I can never have the ability to tell her how much this meant to me.  How much it meant to me that she worked for this deal.  I was, am, will always be in awe of the level of her compassion for others.  I can never tell her how grateful I am for her, how her love transforms me daily.

That is a lesson I need to always remember…I am transformed every day.

My New Year’s Commitment, not Resolution, was to allow my family, my home to center me.  To bring me back to my core and remind me that even in the smallest way, I matter, that I am part of something special.  I just have to remember to ALLOW my home to recharge my batteries.  To ALLOW my family to bring me back, to help me find my center.  I tend to forget this lesson.  I tend to push it aside, to bring the work, the outsiders, the negative into my core.

It took some obscene cheering and a wife making an innocent statement to snap me out of it.

I realized that I have an amazing family.  I got to spend some really great quality time with the Daughter on Thursday night, just learning about her as a young woman.  We’ve had many of these times since she’s moved out and I feel better about our relationship now, moreso that I ever have before.  We are closer than ever and I treasure the fact that this person, this beautiful woman is of me….that her values, her morals, her life experiences are of me.  It’s mind-blowing.

So on Thursday, it was decided that we would do “Taco Night” on Sunday.  Taco Night is the Daughter’s favorite meal…and the glee was un-containable.  I would almost think that she fasted for three days to prepare.

I have spent the day recharging….as I committed to at New Year’s.  I have changed from one set of jammies to another.  And did nothing.  I sat, watched TV, read, checked Facebook and just chillllllllled out.  I need this, so much.  This CTRL-ALT-DEL on my life.  It’s become imperative in my life.

I love my job.  I find that there are times, I tend to bring my work home.  I have to be careful, because I am the type of person that can let my job take over my life.  I try to leave it at work, or at the very least, let it go on the 40 minute drive home.  And lately, I haven’t done that.  I have seen my conversations revolve around my day, not around my family.

I needed today to remind me that my family is my everything.  My whole reason to get up, to breathe, to do what I do day in and day out.  I needed to honor the commitment to me.

So after sitting around all day, I began doing my do….I began creating a meal for my family.  In the heart of this home, the food, the smells, the energy….it surrounded me and reminded me that I have a family I have to nourish.  Not only with food, but with faith, with love and with peace.  It’s my job to feed them, to love them and I am good at this job.

So as the family gathered around a table overflowing with good food, we laughed, we shared, we spent cherished time together.  Who knew that guacamole and tortillas could pull me out of my funk.

As I watched the Daughter and the Boyfriend leave, with enough leftovers for a family of four, I knew that tomorrow will hold new promise.

Tomorrow, I will wake up to another day in my blessed life and I won’t take it for granted.

WIth the kitchen cleaned, the Boy tucked in and the house quiet again, I find my end of day…and it will end with me, next to my wife, centered and peaceful.

ahhhhhh…..

Tyrannical Dialogue.

Gotta love the Boy. He is a smartass of the highest order. I have NO idea where he gets that…

Today went something.like.this:

the Boy:  “I need a new iPod..”

Me: “instead of a new TV?”

tB: “no, in addition to…”

tB: “I’m a technology kid mom!!! My TV has a built-in VHS…what is that!!?!!? It’s grammas old TV…where do you even get VHS…what is it !!?!?”

M: “it’s VCR tapes and don’t worry…it’s old, it needs to go be with Jesus.”

M: “you want an iPod for Christmas, then you can just play games in the guest room.”

tB: “I need technology, I crave technology…”  {he sings along to Justin Bieber…again}

tB: “can I play my game tonight?”

M: “no.”

tB:  “why not?”

M: “because it’s school week, those are the rules, AND you’re grounded AND I said so.”

tB: “what if I do all my homework? AND do it correctly?”

M: “no.” {serious side eye from me…}

tB: “all my chores?”

M: “no.”

tB: “all your chores?

M: “no.”

tB: “take a shower? Do my laundry? Brush my teeth?” 

M: “no, no ,no…you will take a shower, maybe even two…you smell like a sweaty dog, you finished your laundry yesterday and you WILL brush your teeth..”

tB: “man, you are a tyrant!”

M: “do you know what a tyrant is?”

tB: “a beautiful loving mother that lets her favorite son play XBox?”

M: “no.”

Football Dialogue.

The Boy is too funny..at almost 6′ and only 14, I forget sometimes he’s still a kid…today was the first day of football practice…he was exhausted and excited about the new season, only there’s a. “wrinkle” this year…and it goes.like.this.

the Boy:  “so yeah…there’s a girl on our team.”

Me: “oh?”

tB: “yeah, I thought she was a dude, but she had long hair, mom, she’s HUGE, not fat, I think she’s bigger than me!!!…”

M: “is she good?”

tB: “I guess, only…”

M: “what?”

tB: “I don’t know HOW to tackle her.”

M: “why do you need to?”

tB: “mom, she’s offense, I’m defense…I have to…but…”

M: “oh, for the love of all things holy, what?!?”

tB: “I don’t know WHERE TO TACKLE her!!!!”  (what is making this even better, are the hand gestures across his chest…and the look of horror on his face.)

{blink, blink}

tB: “I think I’ll just tackle her around the waist…or the back and hold on until they whistle for end of play…yeah that’s it…”

M:  {giggle, snort, giggle more}

M:  “That’s my boy…”

Birthday Dialogue.

So today is the wife’s birthday…I am going to allow her to be the center of attention.

I do not LIKE being the center of attention…

She knows this…

And I am sure this evening’s events went WAY better than she planned.  Because no one can make an ass out of themselves in quite the fashion that I can…whoo-whee…

SO….birthday dinner.  With the family.  This event is usually an EVENT unto itself.  With the Daughter, the Boy, the Sister & Niece and the Mother (of all mothers)…typically, dinner ends up with one, two or three of the kids crying and/or fighting.  It typically ends up with the adults, now including the Daughter, consuming large quantities of alcohol and me guaranteeing its the last family meal of this kind in public…and yet…we seem to keep doing this, year after year, celebration after celebration.

Why, you ask?

Because I do love my family…they drive me five kinds of insane, but they are mine.  Genetically, we are almost all the same crazy, ‘cept the wife, who willingly married into it after EXTENSIVE warnings to run away from me as quickly as she could.  (no shit…I SERIOUSLY warned her.  she loves me in spite of it. go figure)….and THIS family, we laugh until we cry and our sides are hurting…I laugh more with my family than almost anyone else I know (‘cept Kenner) and it’s the best gift in the world…my sister and my mother, will put me into tears of laughter damn near every time we are around each other.  I love my family.

Anyhoo…(I tend to ramble)…back to birthday dinner for the wife.  I made sure on top of everything else, I got the wife everything she said she wanted with the exception of one gift that she has to pick out (her camera, pervs….) and her favorite…red.velvet.cake.

They dig in…once the family gets their cake…the wife decides to share with a little boy and his father a table away.  She strolls over, visits for a split second and comes back.  It’s when she comes back, that she gets me.  REALLY gets me.  It goes a little…like…this…

the Niece:  Why’d you do that?  Who is that boy?  How old is he?

the Wife:  I wanted to share my birthday cake.  His name is Nicholas, he’s 7 1/2 and will be 8 on September 23rd. 

the Sister:  Awwww…that’s sweet of you.

Me:  Yes baby, you are sweet!  I love you!!!

{I look towards the table and make eye contact with both}

Me:  {loudly and with my hand raised in the air waving like a mad woman!} Happy Early Birthday Nicholas!!!

the Wife:  ummmm, {snicker, giggle} that’s not his name, I don’t know who he is or how old he is.  I made that shit up because the Niece was asking. {she can barely get this sentence out before dissolving into a fit of laughter…}

Me:  *blink*blink*cricket*blink*  shit….

{man and son are staring at me like I just grew a second head on my shoulder.}

the Sister:  wha-?  bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah  *snort * giggle* bwahahahahahahahahahaha…classic.  You are an idiot.

Me:  Shut up.

the Wife:  I didn’t think you would DO that!  I didn’t have enough time to ask those questions!  Did you really think I asked all that in the 5 seconds I was over there???

Me:  SHUT up.  Yes!!!

Me:  you are BOTH dicks.  {only makes them laugh louder!}

And I had to sit there….with the entire table giggling, snorting and staring at me, then back at the other table only to erupt in laughter again.

The sister is still laughing at it.

Yup….Happy Birthday honey…I have a whole year to plot, er, plan my revenge, er, your party…

I’m a teenager MOM!!!

So today is the Boy’s birthday…he’s fully in teenager mode.  He’s locking himself in his room for hours on end…he’s texting his buddies and God help me….the girls.

He’s shy about it.  He’s got a strange sense of humor.  I love to listen to him laugh.  And his smile lights me up.

He’s growing up too fast.  He needs to slow down.  I need to still be mommy…

Dear sweet Son…wait for me…

It wasn’t so long ago that he held my hand..he called me mommy.  He wasn’t embarrassed to hug me or give me a kiss on the cheek…

Now he’s taller than me.  His shoulders are broader and his voice will change soon…he still has that sweet baby face, but soon, that will change.

And he will still be my baby…

He’s the last child of mine…it’s been me, the Boy and the Daughter…seems like even from the beginning…no matter who came or went in our lives, it was us…and that was perfect.

The wife joined this family three years ago…and the bond that the wife and the Boy have is amazing…AMAZING…he’s proud that he’s grown taller than her…the smile he gets on his face around her is sweet…and she is ferocious about him…

The Boy…my biggest protector, try as he might to grow up…I catch him…checking to see if I am still there.  Still watching.

Yes, my son…I am right here.  I always will be.  Always have been.

Happy Birthday my sweet boy…I love you to the moon and stars…and back again.

Valentine’s Day Dialogue

I’ma busy girl folks…which is my excuse for not blogging more often or keeping folks all involved in my bizness….

Yep…busy, busy, busy…we all are…Monday thru Friday, I am Office Manager busy….so I take my humor where I can.  Friday, I see a photo pop up on my Yahoo! homepage and before I move to a work related website, it catches my eye…it’s a $55,000 cupcake. 

Yup.  For $55,000 you can get the most delicious, moist, fragrant red velvet cupcake hand-made and delivered to your sweetheart for you.  Oh….there’s an 8 carat diamond solitaire ring topping it off, but I am sure the cupcake is the showstopper…

I am all about all things shiny and pretty…so I stop, I stare, I day-dream.  I e-mail it to the wife.  And the exchange goes a bit like this…

From: Stephanie
Sent: Friday, February 10, 2012 11:31 AM
To: Kris
Subject: So…..it’s a win-win for both of us.

You get a red velvet cupcake….
I get 8 carats….

Sounds fair, right?
Love you!

Not bad, right?  I AM thinking of her.  (Red velvet being her favorite and all…) Then I get back the following:

From: Kris
Sent: Friday, February 10, 2012 11:59 AM
To: Stephanie
Subject: RE: So…..it’s a win-win for both of us.

Okay with me…while I eat my cupcake, you can eat your 8 carrots.

Wha-?!?! Hold up….so I retort:

From: Stephanie
Sent: Friday, February 10, 2012 12:01 PM
To: Kris
Subject: RE: So…..it’s a win-win for both of us.

And that was CARATS.  Not CARROTS.
A as in ASS.  As in you are being one…
Pfftp.

she’s not done yet folks….I get the next gem…

From: Kris
Sent: Friday, February 10, 2012 12:02 PM
To: Stephanie
Subject: RE: So…..it’s a win-win for both of us.

Still laughing over here…

At that point, I realized, I will….sooner or later….obtain said bling, just you watch….and the sign I got was as we went to shop for a new washer and dryer on Saturday…our stalker salesman was named Jared.  As in the Galleria of Jewelry. 

I am so getting a diamond…