Lucky 13?

Oh where to begin, lets just say that I am writing this to you my son with a light heart and a small tear in my eye. I promise to never embarrass you how ever I will hold back nothing. Lets begin shall we.

When me and your dad found out we were pregnant, we were shocked and awed at the same time. We had just moved in to our first apartment. I was a waitress making 2.13 an hour plus tips and your dad was working hard to learn his fathers business. We were happy and content even if we struggled a little. It made us closer knowing that as long as we had the other nothing could get in our way.  I woke up one day feeling as if I had the flu and knew without a doubt that I was pregnant with you. I was elated, scared, worried, happy, and everything in between. I mean we had just got our own place how will we afford a baby with our income. Well there was no doubt we made it and you grew and thrived and lived and continue to do so. I am amazed everyday to see how much you learn and how much more you have to go.

You will be 13 in 2 days and I think this year will be the year you discover who you are. I think making the decision to home school will be a bonus and I hope you find you can do so much more then you think right now. This year starts your journey to manhood. You will step away from me a little more and lean more towards your father. This does not upset me but I will happy to take a step back and watch you become the wonderful man you can be.

Lets make this milestone in life a wonderful one and just remember that no matter what me and dad will always be here for you when ever you need someone to lean on.

Welcome to teenhood make it count.

Love,
Mom.

Run, Run as fast as you can........

I use to consider my self an active person. I could run all day with my kids. We played soccer and football. We would box each other and chase each other around. After all that, I would clean house, kids, and make dinner, wash laundry and pretty much take care of everything. Then something happened... I don't know what it was but one day I woke up, went out with the kids and I realized I had absolutely no energy. I had literally ran dry. I drank coffee, cokes, water, even took a vitamin. I felt as if I had aged 10 yrs over night. Here my kids were wanting to play and run and swing and everything in between and I had nothing to give.

As the years have gone by I have decided to pick my playtime such as one would pick their battles. I would play soccer one day and then wait a few days in order to recoup the energy I had lost and we would pick another activity. This was a serious disappointment to me. I was a very active child and teenager. I thought having my kids young I would have energy for years... Hell decades. Sorry to say that is not true. So in short I just want to say to all you moms out there.... " Play with your kids, enjoy them, love them, but have some common sense and rest and take a break every now and again." Your kids can play without you and they will not mind. Promise.