The Next Generation of Adventurers

As I sit and contemplate my life thus far, the adventures I’ve experience with family, friends, and most importantly…my children, I am overwhelmed with the memories created and the excitement of those yet to come.

The Boy’s Adventures

As you may know The Boy graduated high school in the Spring of 2014, and enrolled in college which started about two weeks ago and so far so good.  He’s changed is major (in his head, not on paper) three times already. At first he had his sight set on a degree in general business administration, then it progressed into majoring in statistics or accounting, now…he’s seriously considering criminal justice and would eventually like to be a detective, a member of a S.W.A.T. team, or private investigator.

The last year has been filled with change and I’ve had no option but to acknowledge there will come a time, which is fast approaching, when my youngest will embark on his own “Life’s Adventures.” For now, I have a white-knuckle grasp, tightly holding onto the memories of when all my children were wee ones. Now they are all adults and those times of days-gone-by only have a home in my memory.

Future Expeditions

The Boy recently shared with me his desire to have a tattoo of a maritime compass placed on the back of this calf.  Why? Because a compass will always guide you in the direction toward your destination when the course for life has been set.

Thinking about The Boy, his life, and the decisions which lie in wait for him, I penned the following.

While always remembering the direction leading home,

Grab the wheel of life, Sail its seas,

Set your course toward adventure;

Enjoy the waves while leaving a trail of memories and your legacy.

©2015 Life’s Adventures

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The Boy & Rhinestone Cowboy

Really y’all, this IS my life!

I’m sitting here working and singing along with the music playing in the background; I’ve got the 70s station streaming and Rhinestone Cowboy was playing. The Boy walks in and repeats the lyrics “Rhinestone Cowboy” that he just heard.

I asked “Do you know this song,” knowing it was waaay before his time. His reply “no.”

So, I continued to sing and The Boy said “carrots and lettuce?” Why is he singing about carrots and lettuce?

WHAT??? I replied. “He’s not singing about carrots and lettuce, the lyrics are “cards and letters!”

Ha ha ha. REALLY!!! You can’t make this stuff up! Bawhahah..still laughing. This IS my life…I am so very blessed with goofy kids who bring laughter to my life every day.

Eighteen Years Ago Today

Eighteen years ago today at 6:38 pm, a special bundle of joy entered my life.  Over the years he has brought me immense amounts of joy and laughter; has shared his thoughts, kisses, snuggle time, tears, scrapes, and heartache.  The Boy has grown into a respectful man and has made his “Madre,” as he now calls me, very proud as I reflect and think “yeah, I did a pretty amazing job raising this young one on my own.”

Looking at the pictures through the years his physical appearance has changed dramatically; yet his soul has remained compassionate and full of love.  He is a man of character, has a humanitarian heart, is humble, respectful, and honorable.

Son, your life is an open book, waiting for you to fill the pages with adventure, love, laughter, family, and friends. Dream big and never be afraid to follow your dreams; you’ll be wonderfully surprised where they can lead you.

The world is your oyster.  Happy Birthday son; I am honored to be your mom and I love you to the moon and back a billion times!

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A Mother and Her Sons

The Male Gender is Heavily Weighted In Our Family

I was a baby boy making machine in my younger years and gave birth to three absolutely amazing sons. I am already a Nona to three grandchildren, two of whom are male and we are expecting Master Xander in August, which will make me a Nona to four, three of them grandsons.

You know you’re a mom of boys when:

  • You find yourself willingly holding a living wiggling worm, bug, frog, or lizard and not running around screaming like a little girl.
  • You cannot remember what you ate for breakfast, yet you can inherently transform a Transformer without instructions.
  • You spend much of your days in a fog of fart odor and some of it is proudly yours.
  • You know the pain of stepping on a Lego, Tonka Truck, or Transformer.
  • There’s a finger in your eye, your ear, or up your nose and it’s not yours.
  • You find yourself telling the boys “No, you cannot ride the dog.”
  • You make it an annual family outing to go see the Monster Trucks with the special Meet and Greet passes.
  • You are on a first name basis with your doctors and the nurses at the hospital who provide the slings, splints, and casts.
  • You cannot find a pair of jeans or pants for them that do not have grass stains or holes in the knees.
  • There’s a love you feel for your son that’s too great and sometimes too scary to fully explain or even comprehend.

Being a mom of boys can quickly change you from being a girlie girl to one that throws on a ball cap, jeans and t-shirt to face the day.  The mode of adapting to boy stuff when you were once all about girly stuff can somewhat be a challenging aspect of motherhood.  Why, you ask?  Good question, read on.

Moms Must…Accept Messiness

Messy

The Boy enjoying his 1st birthday cake. He’ll be 18 this July.  Where does the time go?

Under every circumstance you must be prepared for a mess or messy boys.  They are not conscientious about tracking mud in the house when they run through it like the Tazmanian Devil, spraying water all over the bathroom during wash-up time or how they eat their birthday smash cake.

Boys will be boys and I cannot stress enough to moms or future moms of boys, not to be surprised by what you find in the aftermath of your son.  You could find boogers smeared on the walls (I just threw up a little in my mouth), urine on the floor around the toilet (were they really aiming?), or spilling their cereal on the floor like pigs at feeding time while you were trying to ready yourself for work.  Regardless of how much training boys receive, they still find their own way of doing somethings.

…Rethink Safety

SafetyChildren Boys (I can only draw on my experience from raising boys.)  Ahem…boys have their own level of safety, and it is called NONE!  They are afraid of “nuthzink” (said with a Colonel Klink accent.)

Boys hop on stuff, climb stuff, jump over stuff and may break stuff…their stuff, like a bone or two.  Since the time of this picture, the little guy who is jumping over the chair ended up breaking one of his ankles three times.  Once by dropping off of the monkey bars while playing at daycare, once when skipping up and down the driveway when he should have been helping his mom (me) carry groceries into the house and lastly when he was in an automobile accident that almost took his life.

So moms, no matter how much you safety proof the house or prepare your children for the future, accidents will happen, so you’ll need to learn quickly how to deal with blood, scrapes, broken bones, and broken hearts.

…Enjoy Cleanliness When You Can

BathTimeBath time was always a time of play for my boys because I knew if I made bath time fun, they’d want to take their baths…it worked thank goodness because they sure required a lot of them growing up.  Be prepared for a good soaking when the splashing starts and have a plentiful stock of body wash because boys like bubbles just as much as little girls.

…Think Farts Are Funny

By the grace of God I was born with toilet humor (I also had two older brothers who helped cultivate my acceptance of such.)  My brothers conditioned me to think farts and farting were funny…thank goodness I thought they were.  Having this mindset will make life much easier and happier for everyone involved; but we must remember there is a time and place for everything, right?  Yeah, right!!!

…Understand Boys Can Cause Drama

Didn't get his way.

Didn’t get his way.

Oh no, don’t be surprised when your little man pitches a fit when he doesn’t get his way.  They can cause just as much drama as little girls, but we must remember NOT to laugh when they are squealing at the top of their lungs and we’re thinking “he’d sure give a girl a run for her money with that octave.”

Oh yeah, boys will stop what they’re doing and throw things or walk across the room to pick up a toy so they can throw it just to demonstrate they can pitch a good dramatic hissy-fit.  Remember moms, this too shall pass (said giggling.)

…Know Their Little Boy Would Rather Be Naked

Mom’s have to be okay with their little boy running around the house in the nude because if they had their way, they would be naked more often than clothed.  Be prepared for your son to come into a room buck naked, letting it all hang out, putting it in the breeze because it will inevitably happen and probably at a time when you are entertaining guests.  Just something for you to think about.

…Remember They Grow Up In A Blink of An Eye

Yes, boys will be boys, but eventually they will grow up, graduate high school, marry their high school sweetheart, and move away.  Mom’s cherish your sons, love them, hug them, tell them bedtime stories, nurture them, and tell them you love them to the moon and back as often as you can.

GrowUp

Dave & Stacey

 

…Remember Children Are Our Gift from God

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Teach Your Boy’s Some General Guidelines/Rules

  1. Teach them to put the toilet seat down, not just the actual seat but the lid also and to not let it slam. (Speaking of slamming, you might also want to teach them to “hold” the seat up whilst pee-peeing so the seat doesn’t slam down on their tallywhacker they had resting on the toilet bowl.)
  2. Teach them to adjust, scratch, or pick at their privates in private.
  3. Teach them that it is okay to cry.  Not to pitch a hissy-fit because they didn’t get their way, but to express their genuine hurt through tears.
  4. Teach them that relationships are important and that it is okay to talk about how they are feeling or what upset them. Your future daughters-in-love will thank you and because of your willingness to teach them this behavior, they are likely to have a strong, long, and happy marriage.
  5. Teach him how to clean the house and prepare age appropriate meals/dishes.  He will thank you someday, because we all know there is nothing better than a man who can cook and doesn’t mind doing housework.
  6. Teach your sons to be obedient to God, polite and respectful of others and their property.
  7. Teach them to have a sense of clean humor, laughter truly is the best medicine.
  8. Let him express himself how he wants.  It’s his life, he’s like no other.  If he wants to play tea, have a miniature kitchen set or wear a tutu, let him.  It will either be a passing phase or he will never struggle with his identity.  (Moms, most times they grow out of it.  All three of my boys had tea sets and toy kitchens.)

The Boy and His New Wagon

Good while it lasted

Blue Truck

Well, he drove it for roughly three months and now it has been more than four months since The Boy’s 1995 S10 finally went cuputz; leaving three active drivers with two functioning vehicles. Oh yes, the S10 has certainly seen better days, but nobody loved that bucket of bolts truck more than The Boy.  He had dreams of decking it out with a new “this” and a modified “that.”  He would spend a rare afternoon together with his older brother while looking at automobile parts books and discussing what would look way rad or awesome cool (not words they used but that is how my mind translated what I was hearing) on the truck to personalize it a little and make it his.

New Year, New Wagon

After several months of sharing my car with him and trying to figure out how we were going to acquire a dependable vehicle, I finally decided to just do it.  A few weeks ago we started perusing the internet looking at all types of cars, Honda, Nissan, Chevrolet, etc. researching their reliability and durability.  About ten days ago we actually ventured out to car dealerships and braved the bombardment of annoying salespeople.

At one dealership, I was not even out of my car before a salesman was shaking The Boy’s hand and asking him what brought us to the lot. (Duh, a need for a vehicle.  Here’s your sign.)

Several emotionally painful visits to various car lots, I was done…poke me with a fork DONE! Problem was, a car had not yet been identified or purchased. Knowing I was growing tired of searching, The Boy’s older brother “J” offered to go with him to see what else was out there. I was ever so grateful it was a week day and I had to work.

Low and behold, about 90 minutes after their departure, they pull up in the driveway with a test car. I stepped outside and looked it over.  “J” said he checked it out and it seemed to be in good shape and mechanically sound. I asked The Boy if he was comfortable with the vehicle and would he be happy with it ; I was assured he was and would.  I called the dealership and made an appointment to go in the next day and sign the papers.

It’s A Deal

The next evening arrived and The Boy was chomping at the bit to pick up his car.  We arrived and were quickly greeted by the “new” used car sales guy who helped the brothers the day earlier.  Used car sales guy asked me to go with him to fill out documents and sign some papers.  No problem.  After signing several forms/documents that were not carbon, I confirmed that I would be getting a copy of everything I signed.  New used car sales guy replied “I’m not sure if we can do that.”  MOM’s response “you can and you will or we’re gonna have a problem.”  New used car sales guy checked, they could…they did…no problem.

An hour after driving onto the lot in one car, we are pulling out in two. The Boy was beaming from ear to ear and made the comment at dinner a short time later that “all was just right in his world.”

So, how does “The Boy and His New Wagon” come into play? The new (used) vehicle is a Subaru Impreza Wagon. He’s good with that and after looking online, there are many cool mod kits (kid lingo) out there that will jazz (mom lingo) it up and make it really cool!

2002 Subaru Impreza Wagon

2002 Subaru Impreza Wagon

I am impartial to what it looks like, how many doors it has or its color. I just want it to be mechanically sound, and starts when the key is turned. I am happy to have my car sitting in the driveway when I want it and not having to schedule my time with it.

In the end The Boy is uber happy with his new wagon and his friends like it too, probably because they’re not crammed in a little pickup truck; and mom is ecstatic to have her wheels back. (All is right in my world tonight.)