Archive for March, 2007
March 17, 2007
What My Mom Doesn’t Want You To Know
Hello Dear Loggers! (Err, I mean bloggers!)
This is Dawson. I just felt the need to hijack Mumma’s blog and tell you all how silly she is. Did you know today is her twenty-eighth birthday? That’s right. My mumma was born on St. Patrick’s Day in 1979. She’s not exactly an old fart, but she’s no longer a teenager! She’s been having a few bad months, embracing the big 2-8. In fact, she refuses to acknowledge her birthday this year.
Her friend Amy is in town so she’s been busy partying like it’s still 1999, while I’m stuck at Nonna and Poppa’s house. Mumma says 1999 was a good year, back when she was twenty and “carefree”. Twenty-eight isn’t that bad. She can drive, which is a lot more than I can do. I feel like a little drunk person, running and bumping into things with my 2 1/2 year old motorskills. My mumma is still young! She acts like her life is coming to an end! This is not true! Afterall, she’s got me, an adorable toddler full of spunk and energy. I will keep her on her toes. She’ll feel young and “carefree”.
Won’t you please tell her to suck it up and deal with it? She’s got plenty of good years ahead of her. Besides that, she’s driving Daddy and me crazy with all her whining about how’s she’s two years away from 30, and twelve years away from 40. Enough already. She’s got her health, she’s got great friends, my Daddy loves her, I love her, too.
I’m going to wish my mother a happy birthday and my present to her is NOT smearing birthday cake on the walls. Now, if only I could get Poppa to hand me the phone. What? I promise I won’t call China, really!
Thanks for listening to me, blog world. Only a few more years until I can read, write and type.
Love,
Dawson
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March 16, 2007
Real Moms: Embracing Difficulty, Appreciating Simplicity
I was tagged by Elizabeth for this meme. It’s truly amazing.
Real moms appreciate the simplicity of motherhood but embrace the difficulties as well. Real moms question their parenting methods constantly. We always wonder if we’re feeding our children enough, if we should breastfeed or bottle feed, if we should use disposable diapers or cloth diapers. We worry about when we should start feeding our children solid foods and whole milk. We worry about which toys truly won’t cause a choking hazzard. We worry about preschool and kindergarten and when our kids will get their driver’s licenses. Yes, we worry about things many years before they actually happen.
Real moms feel as though they are the ones who carry the biggest weight of parenting. We worry that we’ll let our husbands, our friends, our mothers and ourselves down. What if we say or do the wrong thing? What if we ask for advice and another mother thinks we’re stupid or incapable of perfect mothering? What if we offer suggestions to other mothers only to be given a stern look saying “Mind your own darn business!”
Real moms love their children so deeply that they want to keep their precious babies neatly tucked in their hearts, everywhere they go. We love our ”little miracles” so much that it consumes us. There is no other emotion that measures up to motherhood. We love our sons and daughters so much, we hate it. We hate worrying that our children will grow up and leave the nest and have to survive in the real world. The same real world that we ourselves struggle in, day after day. But real moms perservere. We never give up. We don’t throw in the towel when we’re tired, hungry, frustrated or in desperate need of a three minute shower. Real moms put their children first, and often feel guilty when they indulge themselves in the least bit.
Real moms share a bond with other mothers. A bond so strong that we’d go to bat for our fellow mom in a flash. We’re not afraid to join together and love our children, brag about our children, support our children, love each other’s children. It may take a village to raise a child, but that village is mostly mothers, sisters, grandmothers, aunts, godmothers. We nurture ourselves, our kinswomen, our children.
Real moms are made from a common blueprint. We are all very different, but our core is the same: we have hearts of gold, filled to the brim with love for our children.
Simplicity…the child I love.
Miracle…he’s really mine.
Real Moms. Making Choices that work for everybody.
I’m tagging Janet, Cheryl, Erin, Beth and Mary.
March 15, 2007
The Doctor Says…
At my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, I managed to keep it together for the first half of the exam. I explained all my problems and symptoms clearly and slowly and showed him the two pages of notes I took. Dr. A seemed a bit overwhelmed at first, but he listened intently and tried his best to explain my options.
It seems I, in fact, do suffer from Mennorahgia and I wanted to yell at him to say, “I told you so…” but I bit my tongue. It was when he suggested birth control pills that I lost my shit.
You see, I’ve been down that road before. I’ve taken the birth control pill to keep me hormonally balanced. This was way before I ever had sex. I suffered ovarian cysts and my doctor recommended the pill. Now that I’m married, and obviously sexually active, I don’t feel right about this. I’m Catholic and I just can’t bring myself to compromise my beliefs. And yet when he told me the other choices; hysterectomy, burning my interal parts or having a DNC, I pretty much freaked out.
“Isn’t there another way?” I asked. “Something other than birth control pills?”
Dr. A went on to explain that the particular pill he’d prescribe isn’t a spontaneous abortion pill, it simply stops ovulation and I can forget having children for a good sixth months, because that’s how long (maybe longer) it may take to “reset” my body.
He told me he couldn’t prescribe anything on Tuesday because my blood pressure was extremely high (152 over 102). He also ordered blood work to recheck my thyroid and hematocrit (I have no idea what the latter is). Then he ordered a pelvic ultrasound, to make sure I have no dangerous fibroids or endometrial scarring. Yuck. I haven’t had a pelvic ultrasound done in ages. I’m looking forward to it. Ha. Sarcasm makes me feel a little better.
So, I know a lot but yet I don’t know anything. We’ll just have to wait for all the test results to come back.
Thank you all for being here for me and for reading my craziness. I’m so grateful to have your support. You are amazing friends.
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March 14, 2007
We’re Famous
To everyone who has e-mailed me the last few days: Yes, this really did happen in my town. No, not everyone from Stevens Point is this stupid (we don’t give up our pot stash that easily). Yes, it is very easy to get marijuana here. No, I never thought this would make MSNBC as news.
What else can I say? I live in a college town. Who needs dope?
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