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Shoot First~ Ask Questions After~

four old ladies

Ohhhhh, I could get in serious deep water with this Plinky prompt. The prompt today is , Write about a time you acted first and thought later, giving into your impulses. Heh. WHICH time?!? I am like this all the time. Just ask anyone. If you've known me for more than five minutes, or read more than one or two of my blog posts, you've probably gotten the handle on the fact that , while I MEAN well, sometimes my mouth and my brain do NOT necessarily cooperate as a cohesive team. In other words, I 'm a lot of fun, but I suffer from foot -in – the- mouth- disease. A lot. My husband just looks at me sometimes and shakes his head. He has at times looked at me and said, " I can't believe you actually said / did that. I swear, I'm an adult. I'm 34 , and I've managed to never do anything illegal, immoral, or really, really stupid. (Honest!) I just don't have that filter between my brain and my mouth. I know my parents must have thought when I was growing up , Dear Lord , help us, what are we going to DO with her?!? ( My Dad's bald now, by the way, and my husband DIDN'T have gray hair, but now does…..) I dunno, I guess, maybe I'll mellow with age? Or maybe I'll be THAT lady. You know who I mean, that 80 year old lady that they say, "Watch her, you never know what she's going to say!"

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Brag A Little~

I just want to take a few lines to be the proud mama for once. I don’t usually post a lot about my kids because I don’t want them to grow up and be annoyed with me for posting about them, lol. 🙂 But, I do want to brag about my oldest son for a sec. He is 13 and a half , ( oh, that ‘oh so important half!’), and has just grown by leaps and bounds this year. Not physically necessarily, ( he was only about 4 pounds with major complications when he was born) , but emotionally , and in maturity he has expanded a lot.
He’s outside using the weedeater while Daddy is cleaning up brush out of the yard. He also asked if I could help him study for the driver’s permit test he can take when he is 14. He’s been doing his chores without complaint and buckling down to school with no eye rolling or huffing. ( Those of you with teens will know exactly what I mean by “huffing”.)
For those of you who don’t know us, our son was not expected to live when he was born by emergency C-section. He has what they call complete AV block , and has a pacemaker. When the doctors finally came around and told us he would live, they told us not to expect him to ever walk, talk, or be “normal”, whatever that is. So to see him out working is just awesome for us. What can I say? If I think about it long enough, I’ll get that old tear in my eye. He’s a living example of never give up no matter what.
Alrighty. I ‘ve bragged enough for the day! Hope you are having a great day , wherever you are!

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Band-Aid~

You know when people tell you” Enjoy it now, they’ll be grown before you know it?” Well, I am finding out how incredibly accurate that saying is. My oldest son is going to be 14 at the end of this year, and the youngest 12 years old. I guess it just sinks in with me……..the firstborn will be getting a driver’s permit, some small jobs, a vehicle………..a girlfriend!(shudder, shudder) The craziest thing about it, is that it just happens so gradually. It’s a moment by moment, little by little process. Every day they learn a small something that takes them closer to their goals of being an adult. Steadily moving forward to that uncharted land of adulthood. To me that’s almost more heart wrenching. It’s like peeling a Band-Aid slowly. It would almost be better to just rip it off , one swift jerk, then it would be to do it soooooooooooooo carefully. I mean , don’t get me wrong. I’m enjoying every day of being a parent, and I love my kids more than anything, and I don’t REALLY want them to be grown already. I guess really what I’m trying to say is , I’m being selfish. I want to keep them as pacifier sucking , onesie wearing, sippie cup drinking, kissable babies. I wish sometimes that we were still doing the baby powder bottoms, and the tiny shoes and clothes. I miss the “Hold me Mommy’s !” and the “Kiss my owies.” Of course , there are some things I DON”T miss. I don’t miss 2 am feedings. Or the constant , “NO! Don’t do that’s !” I am grateful that they are maturing into young men and not just young boys. I hope whatever time I have had with them , has made them people the universe needs. And I pray that whatever time I have left to shape them, I put it to good use. So, I know that for every day that I pull the Band-Aid back a little further, that they are growing up, and maybe, just maybe, I am too.