Showing posts with label son#2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label son#2. Show all posts

Monday, July 1, 2013

CRAZY BUT TRUE...

My baby is now 18 years old!  That is crazy to me.  But true.  Another crazy but true fact,and the real reason for my title:  As part of his 18th birthday father/son trip, he went on a date in Indianapolis, IN with a girl he met on a train when he was 13 years old.  CRAZY BUT TRUE!!!

When we were on a family vacation in 2008, part of it was an all day train ride from Buffalo, NY to Boston, MA.  There was a group of  4 girl scouts close to his age on the train also with a couple of mothers.  Like most groups of kids, they got brave and said something to him as he passed by to go to the restroom at the back of the car.  Then onc of them came to his seat and dropped a note.  So the note passing began...and the 16 & 18 year old siblings were of course egging him on...eventually he went back to the girls and started chatting.  We even took a picture.  Anyway, the main conversationalist exchanged info with our son and they became facebook friends and have kept up with each other the last 5 years.  
So when they were in Indianapolis, IN, they met Makenna for lunch at Dick's Last Resort - looks like a pretty funny place!  Then they ran around a little together and saw downtown Indy while Dad took in a movie...what a brave girl!  Kinda scary, actually...









Thursday, February 16, 2012

OUCH...

How do you handle hurt feelings?  Do you just take it in disbelief?  That's me, most of the time.  Do you lash out in anger? Being a parent means you hurt if someone hurts your child.  Only you don't find out about it so much when they're teens.  This isn't the most positive post but to be true to my theme I decided to do it.  'Cause parenting isn't pretty all the time.  To top it off, this happened on Valentine's Day!  C'mon, people, where's the love?  My Valentine's Day was going along just fine until 10 a.m.  Yep, it didn't take long for me to come back to reality.

For one, I discovered we had been EGGED.  I think it happened a couple of days earlier, we just didn't know it because of the snow.  I walked outside and started wondering what that white stuff was on the ground...and it was...eggshells.  Then I looked up to see that it was on the house in several areas.  On the driveway, on my son's treehouse.

Maddening!  I texted my son at school, to which he replied, "I'll find out and get 'em!" to which I replied, "No."  Then, in the mail we got NOT valentines but, well, let's call it a complaint letter.  Anonymous.  The person didn't have the courage to sign it.  Or talk to us about it.  It was a complaint about the way my son led singing in the junior high class Sunday morning.  Apparently he was too enthusiastic.  Made their child feel forced to clap.  Well, that hit me like a ton of bricks.  My husband and I were both disappointed and so was the youth minister that it was handled that way.  Was it a joke or real?  We'll never know.

I have to admit I'm a little out of practice overcoming hurt feelings!   It just doesn't happen that much anymore!  But after the initial shock, my experience tells me I can wallow in self-pity over the eggy mess and the hurt mail (how's that for a new phrase?) or choose to look past it.  I reminded myself how this is nothing in comparison to the abuse Christ suffered.  That puts it all in perspective.

So how do I handle hurt feelings?  It's just something that gets me a little bit closer to Christ.  :)

Sunday, February 12, 2012

SMILES....

                 are still hard to get (even at 22 and 16) for this camera crazy Mom!


                                    Not much better but pretty cute anyway!

                                                 Love my goofballs!