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Conversations with a Pre*teen

6 Sep

Conversations with a Pre*Teen

“He knows some shit”

While riding in the car to school this morning, the song “drunk on a plane” by Dierks Bentley was on the radio softly playing the background of our morning conversations. Reilly, my 12 year old was singing along.

Trying not to make a big deal about it, I chime in.

“It’s not that appropriate for a kid to say ‘drunk’. Do you know what that even means?” I say, knowing that he knew what the word was, to an extent. I mean, at 12, you’ve already seen some shit and heard some shit.

“Yeah, Mom, I know what it means.” He says with his pre-teen “know-it-all” attitude.

“Okay, can you tell me what you think it means?” I ask.

“It’s when you drink too much alcohol.” He proceeds opening his eyes freakishly wide. “It affects your minnnnnnnnnnnd and makes you act all crazy and lose your thoughts.” He pauses for a brief second. “It hurts your brain.” He says all theatrically, waving his arms all around in an ape like manner.

“Oh yeah!?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, it’s like this for an example.” He starts in seriously.
“I think this might be the best way I can describe it. It’s like a phone that needs to be updated. It lags before the update, then it updates, resets, rests and it gets better. It works better.”

“Ohhh?” I asked, trying to understand his thought process of relating being “drunk” to a phone that needs to be updated. 🤷🏼‍♀️

“Yeah, it’s like not working. Your brain isn’t working and it makes all your internal organs and insides mad and not work.” He says with distinct truth.

“Oh, that’s an interesting comparison, Reilly.” I say, trying to say as little as possible. I can see the wheels moving and he has more to say…

“It impairs your function, mom.” He explains.

I paused. I let his knowledge of this topic sink in for a moment and I quickly realized that I am thankful for having this impromptu conversation about real life with him.

“You. Are. Absolutely. Right. It does impair your basic functions. Like walking, talking or driving…” I stated.

Being blown away with his knowledge of how alcohol affects your body I had to ask…

“So, where did you learn all of that, Reilly?” I ask, in hopes he doesn’t tell an embarrassing story he witnessed. 🙈

“I learned it watching a documentary!” He exclaims.

(phewwwwww)

“Okay…” I say, knowing he has watched many documentaries in his short existence.

“But, you do know… talking about being drunk isn’t appropriate for your age… and….”

“I know mom.” Reilly interrupts.

“Okay, because you aren’t even allowed to drink alcohol until you’re 21. When you turn 21 you can decide for yourself what you want to do. Some people take drinking alcohol to the extreme and don’t know when they need to stop. This makes them drunk and impairs their judgement and sometimes they make very bad choices. Like getting behind the wheel and driving…” I say again with a very serious voice. Since we are driving, I thought it was fitting.

“They also make choices to stay home and hang out with their friends being silly until like 3 in the morning, mom” He says, laughing like he’s seen or knows something.

“Yeah, that’s true Reilly. Those are called responsible drunk people.” I say laughing back.

If I can do anything with my children, I want to be open and honest with them. I want to teach them about their choices in life and how each choice can make a difference in their path in life. But, mostly I want them to know it’s always their choice. I can only hope they make the best choice. I can only hope I have raised them in the direction they must go by being an example. Not a perfect example, but a real one.

I love having these random conversations with my pre-teen. Although he drives me insane at times and I seriously worry about his future, it’s times like this that I am reassured that he has a good head on his shoulders and that he will ultimately make the good choices. Even if making a few bad ones along the way teach him that.

Love and Laughs!

April

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Imperfect is just perfectly normal to us

9 Mar

I’ve never been “normal”, to say the least.

I’ve also never been able to follow the wake of someone else. I create my own wake.

I’ve learned that it’s a lot more enjoyable to be who you are, even when people may or may not understand.

I get loud. Really loud. Uncomfortably loud at times.

Things come out of my mouth that could possibly make you blush or make you squirm… or even make you pee your pants. That’s just me.

I love being who I am. I love being comfortable with who I am. It reflects to my children to understand that it’s okay to be comfortable with who they are and not who someone wants them to be.

In life, it’s okay to be silly.

It’s okay to want to stick your tongue out at the camera even during a family photo shoot. Nothing in life is perfect. Nothing is a reflection of perfectly still children and perfect little smiles. That’s just not real. It’s not perfection that we strive for, it’s the beauty knowing that imperfect is just perfectly normal to us.

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My life: the coloring’s of a 2 year old

4 Feb

Good music.

A beer.

A new adventure.

A dream.

Self motivation.

A new chapter.

A new chapter…

There’s a point in every story where the climax is almost reached and the story tends to lean in one conclusive direction, leaving the witnesses with a false sense of knowing what will come next or what the outcome may be. I am always one who predicts what will happen. I tend to usually be right, of course, when I am not. Okay, who am I kidding… I am usually never right.

If I had to draw my life out on a map, it would basically look like a two-year old went a little crazy with a marker. It’s all over the place and the “paint by numbers” section is nowhere close to what it was supposed to be. There’s black for white, and red for green. It’s not at all what I was told.

My life has been full of chapters that I have graciously ended and improved on. It has been full of climaxes and full of rock-bottoms. I have learned and I have failed, miserably, at times. Yet, here I stand. A smile on my face and new chapter in my life…

I have to say though, my last chapter is coming to a close and it has been the hardest one to close.

I fear as though this will be the start of chapters being hard to close.

My job as a mom to young, I want you to hold me young minions, is almost at its climax and I am having to put those years behind me. It’s the place: “I’m 31 and I am done having children”, it’s a bitter-sweet place…

It’s a bitter, bitter… sweet place…

Like for example: Now that my youngest is potty trained, I will no longer have to change any more diapers. Ever. EVER! Then it’s the realization that “I will never change my babies diaper again”.

It’s the sad SAD realization that my babies will no longer be that small again… bitter sweet.

* yeah, yeah, I hear you mom and dad saying: “This girl is RETARDED!” (you say it like Carlos Mencia does) “I would be stoked to never change a diaper ever, ever, ever, again!”

Yes, I hear you, but I aint talking to you! I’m talking to the future you. The future you when you come to my same cross roads…

BUT WAIT!!!!
Exciting things come after you close a chapter, willing or not.
New things can begin, new dreams come alive!

I am looking forward to this new chapter. Even though I am not ready for the craziness that comes with two little lady killers, I am up for the challenge. There is bound to be a couple “Mom doesn’t like that girl…” moments and you best bet that I’ll have my shot-gun ready. I’ll have my shot-gun in one hand and a spatula in the other… pretty much.

So, HERE’S TO CLOSING CHAPTERS WE MAY NOT BE READY TO CLOSE TO ALLOW US TO HAVE NEW DREAMS COME ALIVE.

I have dreams other than just being a super awesome mom, we should all have them. Yes, I may have cleaned up toys, washed soccer and MMA uniforms, answered a billion “why” questions, kissed another booboo, pretended to go to the moon, pretended to be a monkey who went to the moon, colored I don’t know how many Lightening McQueen cars, read the same story with ‘Scout The Dog’ and a number of other things I do automatically like some mom zombie… But that doesn’t mean I can’t have other dreams. I can be the best mom, and totally rock at other things too.

I’ve learned that just because one chapter closes, doesn’t mean it’s the end of me. I’ve taken the opportunity from my kids getting older and applied it to something for me. So, for the last year I have been working on building my business Ohana Sweet Treats. {thus the lack of me being here}

My dream is finally {slowly} becoming a reality. I couldn’t have closed the “baby” chapter unless I had started my new one.

A blank canvas now becomes a dream. MY dream now becomes my vision. A vision becomes reality.

I am focusing on maintaining my passion and my goal to be a better mom, daily. I am proud to say that you can follow my business on FACEBOOK or INSTAGRAM and you can find my “behind the scene” blog here! I am back bitches!!!!!


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