You Were Right

I had major anxiety for a few weeks leading up to Sport starting Middle School... will he find his way, how will he remember all of his folders and books when I can't get him to remember to brush his teeth!?!?

So far he has managed to bring all his homework home (that we are aware). His first math assignment we had one of those "lovely" mother son chats because he didn't show any work. I swear he is Rainman! Numbers fly through his head and just comes so easily. Me on the other hand... I was using fingers, and toes, and asking to use his too!!! I discussed the importance of showing work and also we had a chat about remembering to write his Name, Date, and Page Number so we can find his work in order. I also suggested leaving some space to write changes/ notes if he got something wrong. Simple things so I thought but he just didn't agree. I get the age of wanting to do things on his own. I bit my tongue and let him turn it in how he wanted (WOW that was hard)!!!

The next day he came home and I asked how his homework turned out. A big sigh and mumbled under his breath "You were right she wanted more spacing and to show my work". As painful as that was for him to admit, I was so proud of him for being honest and sharing that with me. I chose not to gloat and make a big scene. Instead "OK well that's good at least we know what she expects". I ended the conversation and it was happily every after.

Although I am super proud of this situation. I will also say I wasn't so wrong to be in the panic I was in. I also suggested he put his "cool" new school ID in a safe spot in his backpack. He insisted in putting it in his locker. This morning I asked if he remembers where he put ..... the blank look was a give away as he said "Ummm I'm really not sure where that went". BIG breath.... I shared with him we will have to try to hunt that down and advised he looked in his locker, his room, and backpack when he has time. I then also pointed out to him that his school ID is his card for lunches therefore I loaded it with $20! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Take the good with the bad we are all learning from this experience together.

Do something nice day..

Driving into work today I heard on the radio its "Do something nice day".  I thought what I wanted to do and didn't come up with anything too far off the wall. I can help out one of the Teammates, but that's not being nice or any different than any other day and it's my job to help them out. I can give Jason a back rub... nahhh that's just silly, but he should give me one. I can go to the park with the boys.. nope Sport has religion class.

Well I'm now in the office and started to move along with my day and out of midconversation my opportunity came up.... donate blood. Today Red Cross is at the Arsenal.  This is it! Whether I planned on it or not, although I completely freaked out when I got there and filled out the papers, this is what I was suppose to do today. 

An hour later after the physical and precheck (passed), they tapped my vein got what they needed (passed), I do feel like I'm ready to PASS OUT, but I think that part is pretty normally. It's a great feeling knowing I somehow helped someone today. That's even better I did something nice for someone I may or may not even know!

Judging (venting session)

I can remember my mom raising me to “never judge, always accept everyone the way they are, and be open minded to everyone that I interact with”. We have raised our boys the same way. I will give a pat on my back to know that so far our boys especially Sport has really lived up to that. He doesn’t care about age, color, shape, size. He is the kid on the block that will make a game for EVERYONE to play including Adults at anytime. Gosh I love him! A couple weeks ago he tried to surprise me by wearing a tie to school for his school pictures and also concert. He didn’t care that he was the only, I repeat ONLY one in the school wearing a tie but it was also about 1 foot too short (oh my!) But he kept the chin up, huge smile and didn’t care. That’s my boy!!! I was speechless and will say YES that was a surprise but when I noticed he didn't care what people thought and did it just for me I also decided I didn't care what anyone though.

I am boggled by so many that surround me that chose to dwell on the negative and almost thrive on making others feel bad about themselves or how they think/feel.  When someone smiles they want to know why?  When they hear someone got a raise/bonus, they want to get more or claim it should’ve been there’s.  Why is life so competitive?!? Whatever happened to people really being happy for someone?   I don’t understand how people can have such strong feelings about someone, without really ever trying to get to know them.  Instead of trying to see the good in a person, they assume that they are up to no good.  I have made a promise to myself to not lose sleep over people such as that. I am who I am.  If you have to be better than me then go ahead, but the fact is you don’t even really know me.