13…
Today, my baby turns 13. He’s thrilled. I’m not so much. Frankly, him turning 13 makes me feel older than me turning 40. But whatcha gonna do?
I’m so crazy proud of how well this kid is turning out that I don’t know what to do. He seems to be holding his own despite the fact that I am completely winging this mama thing with him. I’m just making this up as I go… grateful all the way that God seems to be giving me what I need as I go. I’m a better person now than I was 13 years ago because of the experiences I’ve had as Griff’s mother. I’m more compassionate, more aware of the needs of other people, more hopeful.
I can hardly wait to see where the next 13 years take us. My prayer is that in 13 years, and 13 after that, and 13 after that… that he will still want to hang with me periodically, that he will still call his mama, will still enjoy me. Because I cannot imagine a moment when I will not love him with an unbridled ferocity.
Happy 13th Birthday to the child who made me a mother.
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a mama ode…
Written by Griff… forced by a teacher he hates… sweet nonetheless…
“When angels sing, my mother woke up. If 3 words could overview my mom, they would be humorous, nurturing, and last, but certainly not least, she’s a little insane. Mom, how about you check out why I love you.
My mom is so humorous. If mom and Jim Carey went in a funny fight she would win. I love when you help me with homework and we critic things like ‘nomadic herding.’ I also think it’s great when we wonder who gave Eliza ’speed.’
She’s also as nurturing as a bird and her egg except she nurture after the egg is hatched. Right now, she’s staying with my dad in the hospital, but also having a sitter for us. Also for us she works a job she constantly says she hates not that’s someone you can count reliable.
Now the insane is not like meniacle its just crazy, a good insane. She says its things that are cool, are ‘groovy’ or something is the bomb diggidy. She also says ‘you are so cute’ to anything.
So I hope this show my mom’s inner beauty. If your mom is humorous, nurturing, and insane, give her back. I love you, mom.
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griff time…
Mike’s dad and his wife are in the state for their annual holiday visit, and I’m sick. Typical, huh? Steroids and antibiotics are making me less sick as the days pass, thankfully. We were all supposed to go to Chuck and Stacy’s for a fun day, but instead I stayed home to rest. Mike had Griff stay home with me to make sure that I rested.
And it turned into a really lovely day. I’ve rested and taken my meds. And Griff and I have sat on the sofa and watched a marathon of one of my favorite shows (Buffy). Griff and I spent tons of time alone together when he was little before Eliza was born. Mike was gone a lot working on his doctorate, and it was just me and Griff most of the time. Now that he’s older, we don’t do much together just us. And this day of Cokes and jammies and vampire slayers has been really super.
I know that as he gets older, time alone with him will get more and more rare. And so, for this moment, I am grateful for a day in which he and I got to hang out and just be.
Despite the meds and the cough, I think today has been a really super introduction to twenty-ten.
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a proud mama moment…
In most things, I quickly attribute Griff’s intelligence to Mike. I’m not unaware that Mike’s smarter than I am (at book things). But those tender moments in my budding scientist’s soul are mine. They are me, and I am proud of both him and me.
The following is a poem Griff wrote for class. Not bad, I think, for an 11-year-old boy.
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I walk into the wind.
It pushes me down again and again.
Every time I fall my muscles grow tighter.
Trickles of sand sting my eyes.
Thirst makes me keep walking
I find a drink
but it only keeps me alive.
I do the same for all eternity.
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considering military school…
Seriously. In the last six months, my sweet son has turned into a moody, occasionally aggressive, always annoying little beast of a child. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are times when he is still just precious. He’s smart and insightful, and we have these super conversations. He likes some of the tv I like, and we get to laugh together. He’s still tender with Eliza most of the time, and he’s still quite compassionate.
But there are also these times when I can see that he’s trying to annoy me, trying to get under my skin. I know it’s the hormones, and I know it’s puberty, and I know that some of this is just him growing up. Knowing that doesn’t make me want to smack him any less.
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