Thoughts

Reflections From An 8th Grade Football Mom:   When it’s his first year to play and he’s in the 8th grade, his friends are going to scare the crud out of him by telling him how horrible it’s going to be. 2. When it’s the first week or so of practice, he’s going to want to…

“Mom!!!!! There’s a gym coming up—pull over!!!” My 15 year old son, Andrew, was screaming at me and pointing to a church up ahead on the right side of the road. He was concentrating on Pokemon GO and frantically looking from his phone to our surroundings to make sure I didn’t miss the stop. I…

When I travel, I make sure I have time for breakfast, because I love waffles, and the hotel chain I like lets you make your own. When you travel as much as I do, it’s the little things that matter. Recently, I was sitting at a table eating when I overheard two ladies deep in…

I didn’t think about it until it was too late.   Andrew had to wear a tie to school. It’s customary for the football players to dress up on game days. I knew this, but I had never equated “dressing up” to wearing a tie—a tie that Andrew didn’t know how to tie—until now. Our…

Recently I read a blog entitled, “Stop Telling Me to Enjoy Every Moment.” If I could talk with the author of this essay face-to-face, one mother to another, this is what I would say. I understand why you feel the way you do, but you are so wrong. You won’t believe me until it’s too…

“No one will come if you don’t have lots of food.” “Bribes work; it’s sad but true.” “Donuts will go a LONG way.” These quotes are actual suggestions from students who wanted to help one of their peers start a new club. In fact, every suggestion I read on this particular Facebook thread listed food…

Spiderman. Ninja. Sniper. Army soldier. Navy SEAL. When Andrew was small, he was constantly dressing up and telling me that he wanted to be these different people. I remember begging him to take off the costume-of-the-week—or month— just so I could wash it. I’d be cooking and see a flash go by as a “ninja”…

Andrew walked by, quickly perused his lunch, and smashed the baggie of tortilla chips. “What in the heck are you doing?” I yelled. “Those are for your lunch! Why would you do that?”Andrew rolled his blue eyes, calmly looked at me, and said, “I like them in little pieces. I don’t like them all big…

It’s cold. It’s raining. I’m mad. Every Monday night I feel this way, because every Monday night I have to take the trash out to the curb. I’ve already done the other “manly chores.” I’ve been in the backyard and scooped the dog’s poop. (The dogs I never wanted but now adore.) I’ve put up…

I read The Thought Catalog’s blog, 17 Things To Expect When You Date A Girl Who’s Used To Being On Her Own…  I thought it needed a little help. So, here’s what I think about those 17 things… 1.  Expect her to do her own thing often and without letting you know, at least a…