Thank God for March

February is one of my least favorite months.  Usually filled with cold rainy days.  The kids are stuck in the house and no matter how hard I try my house looks like an earthquake just hit (I would say tornado but this is California).  January is not so bad, most of my time is spent recouping from the holidays, my son's birthday is at the end of the month and my family loves to bundle up on the couch and watch movies. By the time February comes along I just want to get out!  On most days in February you can find me starring out the window wishing for March to come around and break me out of my prison.

March is good, no it is GREAT!  Everything outside starts turning green and St. Patricks Day is upon us. The food the beer the fun.  I love it!  Still a little chilly and damp but there is sunshine!  That wonderful feeling of warmth on my face with a chilly wind blowing at my back makes me feel alive.  I want those moments to last forever.  I am sustained by moment and I am satisfied!  Thank God for March! 

Back to the Blog

I took a break from writing on this blog for about a year.  I really didn't think what I had to say was worth anything to anybody.  In someway I still feel this way.  My writing is a way for me to put the feeling, thoughts and ideas of the moment down in print for eternity (or until deleted).  I, as well as others who choose to read this, can go back and revisit and regain a grasp on the moment.  With this in mind I will continue to add a few things here and there.

In this moment I needed to write a letter.  This letter is void of any tact.  You could say I threw civility out the door.  You might find some humor in it or you may find that you at one time wanted to express the same message.

Dear Annoying Mother,


      It has been brought to my attention, by yourself, that your daughters are not getting the same opportunities as my daughter.  For some reason you believe this is my problem and I should do something to rectify it.  Honestly I don't think that there is anything I can do to fix the fact that they have an obnoxious, overbearing and hovering mother.  
     Please stop making personal attacks on my character and insisting that I am not a happy person. The reality is if I look annoyed it is because I have to deal with you!


Tired of being your friend,


Jen


I wrote this the other day and I knew I couldn't send it but I really didn't want to throw it away.  It is one of my better "FU" letters (Not that I write these that often).  Would love to see if anyone else has some good letters to share.

My Children's Christmas Gift

I walked in threw the front door and to my delight I am greeted with a subtle pine smell.  My first sight is the tree that stands in my living room corner.  It is completely decorated with a collection of ornaments gathered throughout the years.  Each one has a special story, a meaning or memory attached to it.  With the flick of a switch I turn on the lights and an array of color fills the room.  All of a sudden I am taken back to Christmas past and random memories fill my head.  I know what I want to give my children for Christmas. 

I want them to enjoy the moment and be thankful for the people around them.  There is no need for them to be disappointed with the absence of family.  I want them to know that family is more then bonds of blood but should include the bonds of friendship and love.  I want them to see that distance is only an obstacle and  that it cannot hinder the true bonds of the relationships we hold dear.  But most of all I want them to know that it is the work we do all year long to build these bonds that is important and the Holiday is an opportunity to celebrate these bonds.  Threw this celebration we will create memories that will fill our hearts with happiness, love and prosperity.  This is the gift I want to give my children.

Loving My Teen

      I was only 20 when I discovered I was pregnant with my son.  I know it was young, but now that he is 16 years old I understand why I was blessed at an early age.  You need to be a strong, quick witted, clever mother in order to get them to adulthood.   No one tells you that eventually you will be arguing with an irrational and simple minded human.  They say, "Love them, that's all they need".  Blah! So not true.  I have discovered that you need so much more than love.

         First, you have to accept one thing about teenagers: to love a teenager is to love the unlovable.  Oh, I know what you are thinking.  It does sound harsh. I completely agree with you.  But what I have discovered is that when I embrace this truth about my son, I can understand why he does what he does, and it has nothing to do with me.  Which brings me to the second thing I have discovered.

         Second, I must keep his junk out of my “yard”.  We all have our own lives, what I like to call "The Yard".  Teenagers tend to think that we don't have a life.  For a time, my son didn't recognize my yard because there were no boundaries.  He didn't know where my yard ended and his started.  So I had to learn to put up fences.  Notice I said fences and not walls.  I can look threw my fence and my fence has a gate, walls don't.  Being a parent means you have to know what is going on in your teens yard and sometimes you have to jump the fence, but for the most part you can knock on the gate and holler over top.  The hardest thing to do is getting them to respect your fences.  In many cases both parents and teens have trouble with this.  It takes practice and patients.

         Having a strong fence is important.  In order to build a fence you need the right tools for putting one together.  It’s simple, when talking to your teen always use the words:  1) “it seems like”, 2) “it looks like”, 3) “it sounds like”.  These simple phrases will help get started.  

         One of the biggest mistakes parents make is using the phrase “it feels like”.  Never tell a teen or anyone that their actions or words are making you feel anything.  The only person who can make you feel anything is yourself, you control your feeling.  By telling someone how he or she makes you feel you give them control over you.  You can have feelings about words, places, things, etc... , another person cannot make you feel.   Feelings are subjective experiences of emotion.  Emotions are a mental and physiological state derived from subjective experiences or experiences from an individual point of view.  Therefore no one can make you feel anything just like they can't tell you what to think.   It is our own perceptions that initiate our feelings.  

         Now that we have that clear you can start utilizing “it seems like”, “it looks like” or “it sounds like”.  When you use these as your reply then all you are doing is conveying back to them what you see or how you are interpreting their words and actions. “It sounds like you are upset with the way things turned out” or “It looks like you are angry about loosing your soccer game.” You are basically expressing your interpretation of their actions or words.  You are giving it back to them to deal with.  They will either own it or not. In either case you have thrown their junk back in their own yard.  They are responsible for what they are trying to express.  How they decide to it is their choice.  They may choose another method if the message being relayed is not interpreted the way they intend it to be.  This is a great way to build communication skills.  

         For example, the first time I tried this I was blown away with how effective it was.  My son came home from football practice in a foul mood.  He was rude to his little sister and this bothered her so much she went to her room and started crying.  When I confronted my son I didn't yell or ask him why he yelled at her.  I simply said to him "It looks like you are upset about something.  Your sister is in her room crying.  Do you know what she is upset about? "  His reply was completely unexpected. His said "I had a bad day at practice and took it out on her.  I will talk to her and apologize for yelling."  I walked away with a smile on my face.  He just acknowledged he did something wrong, and that he let his bad mood effect his little sister. 

         I love my son, and I want to make sure that our relationship is healthy and strong.  I want to help him grow and this method has been a great tool.  I have seen a change in how he talks to me.  He has started using the phrases with me.  I can only hope this means he has gained some understanding about his feelings and is taking ownership of how they effect his actions.  It does take so much more then love to raise a child.  

Note: 1) The ideas mentioned are my interpretations. They have come from numerous meetings with a therapist I choose to talk to when I thought I was failing as a mother.  What I discovered was I had the tools but wasn’t really taught how to use them.  We can only fail as parents when we choose not to seek help.   Change yourself and the people around you have no choice but to change. 

2) Thank you Chrissy for the editing. 

The Hammock

I believe everyone should have a special place that allows them to sit and reflect on their lives. For me this is my hammock. I have a special place in my back yard that I built myself. I planted the grass, built the planters and bought the hammock. My mother gave me some solar string lights to hang in my tree and the ambiance was created. I will swing with my daughter on warm summer days and we cuddle in a blanket on cool fall days. This is our special place where questions are asked, stories are told, jokes are made and songs are sung. But one quiet night I stopped and watched my daughter sleep.

  This particular evening was warm, no breeze to encourage the night air to caress us as we lay in the hammock under the stars. I am hot with her laying by my side, but prayed the moment would not end. She is asleep and I revel in the silence. A day filled with firsts has taken so much out of her. I imagine that the dreams filling her mind are full of color and memories of the day. The roar of the crowd as she ran down field in her bright purple uniform. The cool splash of mud up her back or the chill of that first drink of ice water as she sits on the side line. I wish I could share them again with her. But I know they are her memories and when she wakes I will be the first one she tells.

  I am the one she seeks when she wakes. Even at the age of 4 she still harbors a sense of panic when she can't find me right away. But the look on her face when she walks into the living room and spots me in my chair never changes. Her eyes fill with joy and her legs can't help but run to me. Though her fears are unnesceary, I dont' want it to end. I know this is selfish of me but it fills me with a sense of worth. I know at this moment that I am complete.

Stop and Smell the Roses.

This is a blog where I can share life's lessons.  Many people are walking through their lives trying to get from one day to another.  I admit I am one of those people, but I am doing everything I can to stop and smell the roses and enjoy their color.  It dawned on me that many things have come my way and I didn't give them the time of day.  The opportunity I should of taken, the person I should of cherished or words I failed to hear.  This blog is my way of applying the brakes and documenting what I missed and what I see.  

Please feel free to comment on what I post.  Don't be afraid to tell me I am wrong or maybe how right I am.