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Happy Birthday!

Somehow, even though he was born just a few months ago (surely it’s only been a few months!) my son is turning eighteen today.  I have a mama’s pride in him, I admit, but he’s one of the funniest and smartest people I know. 

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To give you a small example from a few weeks ago:

son: Do you have any questions of the universe you need answered, mom?
me: You’ve got it all figured out, have you?
son: I think I do. (said seriously to goad his mom)
me: Well, you’re doing better at almost 18 than I did! (laughing)
son: So, questions?
me: How come, at my age, I don’t know myself better? (This’ll stump him, haha!)
son: Because life’s not about knowing yourself, it’s about knowing others.

Check. Mate. 

 

From the beginning I have said we’re lucky he lets us raise him. 

 

And if I don’t stop walking down memory lane, and wipe these mama-tears away, it’ll be another 18 years before I get his cake decorated! 

Happy Birthday, Beautiful BoyYoung Man!  I could not be more proud of you and thankful for the chance to be your mom!  I love you!

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Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

She writes, this child of mine.  She makes up stories and universes and characters and she writes.  Sometimes she tells me about them, sometimes she shares them with me in an email.  Below is something she wrote, and read to me several weeks ago, that left me with tears in my eyes.  Oftentimes, I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that she writes such things at her age!   Sometimes, she displays a wisdom far beyond her years.  Other times, she is herself, a blossoming young lady who is turning fourteen today.  🙂 

I wanted to share this, because I am so proud of her.  Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!  I love you!

(Dredgen Grace is a gamer-name she made up for herself after achieving the title of Dredgen in Destiny2.)

Seasons by Dredgen Grace

Every piece in the form of who and what we are is shaped by the reality of our existence and our existential metamorphosis. That’s what most people call life.

But it’s also an inspiration into deep, shrouded layers.

A mold with an infinitely increasing number of possible shapes is constantly being filled and emptied, but no space can ever be refilled. Every space in that mold is anew in and of itself. People are like snowflakes: no two can be exactly the same. Similar maybe, sometimes sharing certain features or qualities, but never exactly the same.

I could also say people are like trees. Each one different, each one an exception, multi-faceted, taking in the life that other things breathe into us. Our seed, a distant memory. Our trunk, the unchangeable final form of self. But our branches, ever-growing, and our color ever-changing. When our vibrance and joyousness disappears, we wait for the grief that buries us to be washed away. Then before we know it we wake up, blossoms free, and start again. New life is breathed into our souls.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Year after year, until the day the last breath is drawn.

The day the leaves crumble and fall, but never grow back again.

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It’s about the life I live, not the life I leave.

~Dredgen Grace

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Love, Mom

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Family Movie Night

My family kindly indulged me on Family Movie Night a couple weeks ago, and were good with watching Mary Poppins Returns. My husband and I both agreed it was an excellent “throwback” movie, in the Disney style of musical, much like the original Mary Poppins. There was singing, there was dancing, there were bright and bold colors. Not a single supercalifragilisticexpialidocious could be found, however. That give me a tiny sad.

Regardless, it was a fun movie, and quite nostalgic, even though it was new.

At the end, I asked my son, who is 17, what he thought, since he’s never seen the original.

His reply?

“Spoiler alert, Poppins is Thanos.”

😂😂😂😂😂

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Happy Birthday!

Wow, I can’t believe it!  Seventeen years with my joy-boy.  I’m a blessed mom.  🙂

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Love you, Beautiful Boy!

Mom

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Happy Anniversary

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Happy Birthday!

My babiest one is now officially a teenager!  When did this happen?!  Just yesterday she was

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Now …

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This is her cake.  She loves Oreos, that’s what’s in the filling.  I still have to put the writing on it, and maybe some sprinkles if she’d like. 

She’s in a “don’t get me any presents, Mom, don’t make a big deal,” kind of phase.  I’m trying … a little.  😉

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Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!  I love you so!

xoxox Mom

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One by One

It started on the 7th.  My husband came home from work saying he feared he was coming down with something.  This scared us.  Earlier in the year, beginning of June, to be exact, he came down with a severe case of bronchitis and his coughing didn’t let up for a good 6 weeks, with continued bouts for 6 more.  With the way his company has been cutting back on sick days, this was not good.   We tried to be hopeful – maybe it’s not sickness but just allergies.

Friday the 8th he emailed me from work, stating that he was in fact, sick again.

After he came home that night, he spent the entire weekend feverish and coughing but managed to make it in to work on Monday.

Sunday night my son told me he didn’t feel well and he spent Monday-Wednesday in bed with a fever.

Monday night, I practically coughed up a lung and spent Tuesday-Thursday in bed with a fever.

My poor husband, sick himself, doing his best to take care of the rest of us – and really that’s a first.  He was just trying to hold out until his vacation started on Thursday.   I can’t think of a time when he was the well one and the rest of us were not. He’s asthmatic, so he always bears the brunt of sicknesses. 

Thursday, my daughter went down.  She put up a good fight, bless her warrior heart, but this cough and fever had her near tears.  She doesn’t do sickness well – I like to think because it’s so foreign to her.   We did our best to keep it from her, to stay away from her, no hugs or kisses, etc.  I guess short of a haz-mat suit, there was nothing we could do.

This thing hits hard and it hits fast.  You practically don’t even have time to wonder what’s going on before you’re curled up in bed, in a shiver then a sweat.  You don’t want to eat.  (I ended up not eating for over 2 days, pretty much the same with my kids.)  At one point, I could feel myself starting to freak out because I let my imagination run away with me.  I could hear this sound in my lungs, and in my fever, I imagined it sounded like an army of tiny clicky spiders spinning crinkly webs.  Shut UP, Brain!

Pain relief pills help a lot.  Menthol cough drops help a lot.  Vaporub is a beautiful thing, don’t knock that gem! 

Hot showers, lots of water, and even more sleep help a lot. 

Heating pads help a lot – those ribs get sore.

I think we’re on the upswing now though.  If what I’ve read is any indication, this thing has an average shelf life of 10-14 days.  If that holds true, we should be all clear between this coming weekend, and the weekend after. 

It’s no fun being sick on Christmas vacation.  But I guess in some ways, best to be sick then when you don’t have work or school obligations.

If you’re the praying type, prayers would be greatly appreciated. 

And I’ll be praying like crazy that YOU don’t get this thing.

Acute bronchitis | National Institutes of Health

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