Wednesday, November 15, 2017

What's in the Woods?: Party Time? I'm There!

Everyday I notice one thing on local Facebook groups in the Fort Leonard Wood area; people posting "there's nothing to do here!"  I keep scrolling usually thinking to myself. "there are so many cool things here, I wish people knew about them all!"  Then, it dawned on me; why not create a weekly post highlighting some unique business or service offered in our area.  Since my daughter can't make it 10 minutes in the car without screaming like a banshee, I am a huge supporter of local businesses and through this have discovered so many great offerings in our area.  This week I am excited to highlight "Party Time? I'm There!" as my first of many 'What's in the Woods?' Wednesday posts!

If you have a superhero fan in your house, no matter what age, then Party Time? I'm There! may be exactly what you are looking for.  Steven Williamson, owner and actor, currently offers two characters; Spider-Man and Deadpool.  He uses movie-quality costumes and hopes to add more characters to his lineup soon.  Steven is able to book parties for kids and adults, which I think is really cool!  He stays in character the full time and customizes character actions for the age group attending.  I mean, I know my husband would be little-girl giddy if Deadpool showed up at our house on his birthday, and let's face it; so would my son.

Steven is not only a business owner, but also an artist creating high-quality horror costumes.  His attention to detail in his work is impeccable, and it is evident he is passionate about his art.  He is also able to cosplay the horror characters Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees P7, and Freddy Krueger.  These characters are geared for an older/adult audience.  If you choose to support Steven by booking a party with his business, you are also supporting an artist, small business owner, and a United States Marine--all great reasons to support his small business.  The best part? He's right here in the 'Wood!


If you would like to check out Party Time? I'm There! or contact Steven here is a link to his business Facebook as well as a good email;

E-mail: stevenusmc161@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FLWcosplay/ 

Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no compensation for writing this business showcase.  Not even a chimichanga.  The opinions shared are based on interview with the business owner, and are an unbiased publication of owner response.

 Photos are property of Party Time? I'm There!

Mask an original work created by Steven Williamson.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Staying on the Meal Train

The meal train.  As a military spouse, I am sure I speak for many when I say that this is something we all know too well.  Don't get me wrong; I am so thankful for them in times of need like after a new baby is born, during a medical procedure or hospitalization for a family member or self, right before a PCS, or when a spouse deploys.  But I also know how easy it can be to fall off the train!  Let's face it; life can be so busy as wives and mothers that sometimes adding another thing to our plates can completely overfill the plate and collapse it.  Thankfully, there are ways to make sure that you don't fall off.  I am all about helping others because I know that if I were in their shoes I would really appreciate it--and have when we have been there; so I do my very best to give back and actually do an okay job of it.  Make the meal train easy on yourself to succeed in getting a nice meal to a friend or fellow spouse!

Pictured is one of my favorite meal-train crowd pleasing meals to take, pierogi casserole.  Recipe included at the end of this post!

Don't Break the Bank
Choosing to participate in a meal train is such a great service for a friend or spouse in need, but you do not have to break the bank with your choice!  Choosing a casserole that is filling yet inexpensive is a great choice; especially for a large family.  Some of my favorites are baked spaghetti, pierogi casserole, and taco bake just to name a few.  All of these meals are inexpensive to make while still filling up tummies.

KISS (Keep it Simple, Silly!) 
No one is expecting a four course dinner complete with beef wellington.  If they are then, well, that's on them.  Truly, the majority of families, if not all of them, are thankful to have one less thing on their plate during a life-changing time.  Choose something that you know how to make, that is easy to make, and you can make successfully.  Something easy is not only helpful for you, but it ensures you can provide a yummy, filling meal to a family.  Making something you are familiar with not only makes it easier for you, but it also helps you ensure safe food is prepped and served. Always remember to cook to the correct temperatures!  If you are taking on the task of creating the meal train, make it easy on yourself and on the recipients and participants by using an easy system.  My favorite is mealtrain.com because it is free and so easy to use.  I also love that it sends out reminders the day of so no one forgets.  Life can get so busy and those reminders are so helpful! 

Don't Create More Work 
When a meal train is put in place, it's usually because some life changing event has recently occurred.  Whether a positive change like a new baby or something more somber like the beginning of a deployment, it is important that your contribution doesn't create a lot of work for the recipient.  One way to reduce the work load is by delivering the meal in a disposable pan.  This way no one feels the need to do dishes, and the plus side for you is that you don't have to worry about whether your favorite baking dish will be returned or not.  Plus, we all know that tupperware lids disappear to a realm unknown to human eyes upon washing.  If the meal needs heated or reheated include cooking temperature, time, etc. on the meal itself.  Just write that information on top of the foil with a permanent marker.  If you can't find one, check in your husband's uniform; there's bound to be about 7,000 in there--especially if it's already in the washing machine.  Hurry!  When contributing a meal for a person whose spouse has recently deployed, I like to split the meal in half in two pans and include freezing and reheating instructions so there is a meal provided for one of those tough or busy days down the road. 

Overwhelmed? Don't be!  The most important thing is that you provided a warm meal for a family in need.  Believe me when I say that the look of gratitude on a new mom's face while her newborn cries and toddler runs wild is the best form of thanks.  As moms, we know that sometimes new mamas just need a full tummy and a warmed soul; because Hamburger Helper and 30 lbs of plain rice from chef ala daddy can get old fast--it's the thought that counts, remember that! 

If all else fails, order a pizza for them!  And remember, wine and a box of chocolates is, in fact, an acceptable meal too. 

Disclaimer: I received no compensation for mentioning mealtrain.com in this post.  I shared their name because it is a site that has been very beneficial to me and I would honestly recommend it to others for use. 

Pierogi Casserole
Retrieved from Pillsbury.com via Pinterest 
Ingredients
1 pkg frozen pierogies (I use cheese, but any filling will do) 
1 tbsp water 
7 oz. kielbasa sausage, cut. 
4 oz. cream cheese (from 8 oz block) very softened
1/2 cup sour cream (can substitute plain Greek yogurt if desired)
1/2 cup chicken broth
1/8 tsp course ground black pepper
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese 
1/2 cup thinly, diagonally sliced green onions 

Steps 
1) Heat oven to 375 F. Spray 12x8 in. dish with cooking spray.
2) Place frozen pierogies and water in a microwave safe bowl and cover with plastic.  Microwave for 2 min. on high; stir.  Continue microwaving on high for 1 1/2-2 min until thawed. Place evenly in the casserole dish and top with sausage. 
3) In medium bowl, mix cream cheese, sour cream, chicken broth, and pepper with whisk.  Stir in 1/2 cup of the cheddar cheese and 1/3 cup onions.  Reserve remaining onions for topping.  
4) Pour cream cheese mixture evenly over pierogies.  Cover with foil; bake 22-27 minutes or until center is heated through and internal temperature reaches 165 F. 
5) Uncover and top with remaining cheese ank bake 3-5 additional minutes until cheese is melted.  Top with remaining onions. Enjoy! 



Monday, October 16, 2017

What Moms' Can Do to Stop the "Me, Too"

Like me, many others have probably seen the post for sexual abuse and harassment circulating on various social media sites.  Also like me, many women may have chose to repost it to raise awareness due to their own personal experiences with sexual abuse or harassment; but what does this really do?  Of course, raising awareness is key in helping understanding, and in this case, helping stop something that is too often over-looked in our society.  But, I am a doer.  I always have to ask myself when recirculating these things 'okay, but what will you do for the cause?' Because by tomorrow most will forget who reposted and it will get lost in a sea of algorithms and advertisements.  Thoughts for action came and went, and then I realized I, in and of myself, am one of the most power tools in reducing these acts; many of you reading this are, too. 

Being a mother, I am the first teacher my children will ever know; and in many ways the most important source for socially and morally acceptable behaviors. Myself, along with their dad, are the two figures who will make the biggest mark on their sponge-like brains as we shape them to become decent adults.  At least that is the ultimate goal, and I think for most parents out there it is.  As a mother specifically, there are things that I can put into place during my children's youth, specifically
Photo from 'Know Your Meme' retrieved from
http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/metoo
for my son, to do my part in creating a generation that can reduce the numbers of harassment and crimes of sexual nature.  These crimes have been around essentially since the dawn of humanity, and it would be completely off kilter for me to say that we can fully end crimes of this nature--but there are absolutely things we can do as parents to leave a mark in hopes of reduction in the generation we are raising.

I am a mother to a boy.  

One of the most important things in my overall parenting plan is to raise a son who has morals and values and treats all people the way he would want to be treated.  The 'boys will be boys' mentality just doesn't work for me.  At this stage in his life, I don't want him to think that just because he is a boy every single place we go is a playground.  As he enters adulthood later on I do not want him to feel that actions are excusable solely because he is a boy and 'that's what boys do.'  Frankly speaking, 'boys will be boys' just can't apply to groping, cat-calling, or rape.  No one, boy or girl, gets to call each other some of the horrible names I have heard women and girls called because they won't comply to a man or boy's wishes.  He will in time know that the "walk of shame" concept for girls, while boys are high-fived for a great performance is cruel and wrong.  Women are not animals.  Sex is not something that should be rewarded by peers or used as weapon for the girls who may no longer be interested. 

 Secondly, he needs to understand that no means no.  Right now we are really working on this in terms of number of doughnuts consumed in a week.  He just doesn't understand why mommy says no to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast on a daily basis.  Secretly, I really wish that was our life, but it is not. He must understand that when a person says no, that is 100% what that word means.  No means stop. No means 'I do not want this'. No means no.  This concept also relates to his play among his friends.  If he asks a child to stop doing something, I fully expect them to stop and vice versa.  I only ever want someone to say 'no' to him once before he stops the behavior--whether it is throwing a stick at someone (now) or asking a girl to dance (later).   

In these teaches of love and respect, I am not alone.  Children want to see love in others; such as their parents.  The way my husband speaks to and treats me is something that I can only pray our son will take through his life.  We are a team in that there are no "man and woman" tasks in our household; everyone helps each other with things.  His dad has no problem doing the dishes or laundry if needed and often does those tasks without being asked because he sees it needs done.  He also helps cook (I will just add he is a DAMN good cook, too!).  I also know how to do many things that society still looks at as a "manly" task; like fishing and hunting though I haven't been in a while.  These are things we can do together.  Most importantly is he hears daily how his dad speaks to me.  He hears words of affirmation, real conversations, laughter, 'I love you's', and compliments. He hears constructive criticism given in an appropriate way.  He does not hear name calling or inappropriate comments (I am not saying we don't make any, because we are basically the king and queen of inappropriate comments, however, children at his age cannot distinguish between a joke and truth and do not understand the content).  He sees acts of appropriate affection in front of him; hugs, nice kisses, hand holding, and help.  He sees consoling when I am feeling down.  He sees that his dad and I are a team that stands beside each other.

Even as a child, it is important he understands there are areas of both boys and girls that are never okay to touch.  Kids play and toddlers are inherently curious especially about their bodies (read Freud's work on anal retentiveness; not necessarily accurate other than toddlers are always touching their damn butt).  Right now, we discuss the places that are never to be touched by anyone while playing or not.  He understands that each person has their "no-no zone" (thanks, 7th grade P.E. for that term).  This is a basic foundation for later talks that thankfully we have some time yet to prepare for.

As life carries on there are more lessons we will have to teach our son as his maturity level increases.  I am thankful we do not have to cross that bridge yet, but realize that even at four teaching basic equality of all people is important.  How we treat each other is everything in this world.  Later on we will have to discuss the tougher topics.  One day, he will need to learn that just because he is a boy doesn't mean his ultimate goal is to have sex with as many women as possible.  He will need to learn to respect his body and others.  He will need to learn how everything "works" (tagging dad in on that one!).  My goal is to build up his self-esteem so much that those who try to pressure him into something cannot, and that he can be a voice to stand up and say no to anyone pressuring him to treat others wrongly or wanting him to do something that may hurt another person. 

I am a mother to a girl.

Ohhh sweet baby girl.  How  I wish you could stay so sweet and innocent forever.  How I wish you could never be hurt by this world.  But, I also know how tough things may be later on--like college campuses and high school.  I know what pressures you may feel, and I pray everyday that you will not experience what so many of us have.  I also know that is not the current societal norm. 

Isn't is sad I had to use "societal norm" when speaking about how girls are treated on college campuses and in high schools in today's world?  Why is this a norm? It sure as hell doesn't have to be.  This, too, can begin with me as a mom.  My daughter must know many of the things we are and will instill in our son; like "no-no zones" and when no means no (wish she'd learn that about climbing on the dining table like yesterday).  There are also so, so many things I want her to know to understand her value as a woman and realize her worth in that she won't be blind to a bad situation (like her mama was so long ago). 

There are things I want my daughter to know.  I want her to know that she doesn't have to find her friends and her worth in bed.  Thinking back to my college days, I can think of so many times when girls were pressured into sex because they felt that it was some sort of right of passage.  Whether this was by one boy, a group of boys, her friends, peers at a party, older students, or her good buddy Jose Cuervo, I can think of far too many friends and girls who felt that was the key to self-validation in college.  I can tell you, it's not.  I want her to know that if she does meet her good friend Jose Cuervo, he can be tamed.  Drinking does not by any means give a man the right to say or treat her any differently and she does not have to do anything with said person just because Jose was involved.  I want her to know that just because she is a girl, doesn't mean she can't defend herself either verbally or physically if needed in the event a bad situation arises.  I mean, I watched her slap a kid with her shoe at the park one day for teasing her so Lord have mercy if so...  I hope that she looks in the mirror and sees how beautifully and wonderfully made our God made her.  I hope she knows that the way she dresses does not give a man the right to touch or verbally harass her.  I hope she exudes so much self confidence no one can ever bring her down. 

I hope when the time comes for her and I to sit down and have these conversations, that she realizes it is from a place of love.  I hope that she will come to me with her questions and know that she can tell me anything and seek her mama as a source of advice always.  I hope she will use that sweet little self of hers to tell some jerk to you-know-what off when she needs to, but speak kindly otherwise.  I hope no one calls her "honey," "sweetheart," or anything else in a derogatory way.  I hope if (and when) someone calls her a dirty name, she lets it roll off her shoulder like rain. 

Ultimately, I as a mother, and on a bigger scale, we as parents have the power to do whatever we can to instill the ideas and morals in our children that can work towards reducing sexual abuse and harassment in our schools, colleges, and world.  Though these things will continue to happen, we can do our best to raise good little people, to become good big people, to use their morals and voices to continue to facilitate change in our world. For our daughters, our granddaughters, our sisters, our nieces, our friends, and ourselves. 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Year One: Done

Three hundred and sixty five.  I tried a search on Google to see how many things come up for the number "365."  It turns out, the results will bring you "days in a year" and "version of Microsoft Office."   I was really hoping for something just a little more profound than that, but apparently it really isn't as popular of a number as I had hoped.  It is, however, the number of days we have spent (and then some) as a family of four.  It is the number of days our sweet and sassy daughter has been breathing air on this beautiful Earth.

Granted, she is almost technically 16 months old, but in truth it was tougher than I thought it might be to reflect upon and write about her first year being over!  This little diva is our last baby for many reasons--but the fact that I referred to her as a little diva should really sum it up enough.  I didn't realize how many emotions would come reflecting on her first year in a way that was so different from reflecting on our son's first year.  Maybe it was the severe lack of sleep associated with him, or the fact that we knew we would have at least one more baby eventually; the emotions were much different.  The fact year one is done this time around also means we have experienced many last firsts in the past 16 months.  The truth is, a first year is filled with a LOT of stuff!  It is pretty amazing (and also gross, and confusing, and frustrating...) what things babies go through in their first year of life that they (and we) will likely not experience again; some I am frankly not so sad to kiss goodbye (like diaper blow outs).  while others are harder to put behind us (like her first smile and giggle).  Which is probably why it took me so long to come to terms with that enough to write about it!

There have been a lot of new life lessons learned from having a baby girl.  When I found out I was pregnant again (with surprise baby #2--her brother was surprise #1),  saying I was scared shitless is an understatement.  When we found out we were having a girl I was beyond ecstatic, but again scared.  What the heck do I do with a baby girl?  Everything will be different!  She made sure of that from day one by doing this cool thing called "well, guess I'll just be born almost four weeks early because I want to!" This has only continued through her first year of life in so many ways.  Being a girl mom was basically like having a first baby all over again.  Everything from how to change her diaper to ALL THE CLOTHES girls get were a new part of parenthood to me.  For example, buying baby girl clothes.  It is completely insane.  Not that our son's closet is by any means lacking, but when looking for girls' clothes online it goes something like this:

Searches for cute onesie. Finds cute onesie. Adds cute onesie to cart.  Website shows you leg warmers, bows, shoes, tutus, leggings, jackets, and jewelry that 'coordinate' with said cute onesie. Clearly, all of those things are needed. Suddenly your cart is totaling an amount that makes you question whether or not you should begin to sell excess organs and plasma in order to maintain a       cute wardrobe. Deletes entire cart. 

This is why I am a super, mega, huge fan of second hand boutiques--but that's a story for another day.

As much as I miss those little tiny baby cuddles and snuggles, I am having so much fun seeing her personality bloom.  Trust me, when I refer to her as a "diva" there is zero exaggeration.  She is SUCH a little diva!  But, she is also a happy, silly, determined, sweet, animal loving go getter.  If I am being completely honest, I actually enjoy this personality bloom much more than the newborn stage.  Don't get me wrong, babies are amazing, but I do not miss the lack of sleep or lugging an infant carrier around everywhere with me.  I did not realize how with a second child, I would actually look at her walking as a convenience instead of a nightmare. It is so nice that she can keep up with her brother and I don't have to pack her around everywhere.  Okay, so she still expects me to pack her around almost everywhere--that's what babywearing is for!  

An entire year has passed (and then some) since we became a family of four and I was no longer just a mom to a little boy but also to a baby girl.  What a change it has been and what a lesson in chaos!  Now, I cannot imagine life without our super surprise little girl keeping me on my toes with all of her energy, sass, and mischief.  As a number, 365 is so large but broken down into days it seems like it has been no time at all.  Happy belated 365, my sweet wild one. 

Friday, August 25, 2017

Filling the Cup

We have probably all had someone tell us at some point that "you can't pour from an empty cup." Aside from the obvious laws of physics that this mantra points out, the spiritual reference is much stronger than I realized as a new mom. If we aren't refilled, inevitably we will hit a point of emptiness that can't be replenished instantly. I know because this happened to me.

  I used to feel that I had to continually pour from this ever flowing fount of care and giving to everyone but me. I felt it was just "part of being a mom" and I let everything I knew and loved about myself go. One day after our daughter was born, I came across a photo of me taken at the National FFA Convention the year I received my American Degree. As I looked at myself in the picture I had this HUGE bundle of emotions come over me. Where was she? What happened to that girl who had everything going for her? Where was that confidence, that drive, that self-love that was so exuded in just that moment of my life? Then, I looked up into the mirror at the chubby, frumpy, unmade face, unbrushed hair, spit up stained t-shirt wearing, tired woman staring back at me and thought "she has to be under this somewhere, right?" In that moment I had let go of all the things I was and knew; not just in life and knowledge, but all of the personality traits that made me who I was. It was probably the toughest realization of my life, but also one I needed to make. I realized that I had to get back to caring for myself or I may not be here to take care of my children for as long as I want and need to be. It didn't help that I was having huge hormone let-downs postpartum and was basically a crazy mess anyway. The next day we took a shopping trip to Sam's Club, and between a screaming infant and a toddler who refused to listen to anything, I couldn't take it anymore and completely lost my shit in the bulk canned foods aisle next to the green beans. I stood there with the flood gates opened as my baby cried on my chest in a gassy fuss, my toddler ran up and down the aisle, and my husband stared at me with concerned, yet embarrassed eyes. We finished our shopping and left quickly to drive back home. I had ran my cup dry and needed to do something to refill it before we all thirsted for care and love to death.

Thankfully, my husband knew I was stubborn and would not take the initiative to just go. The next day he sent me to a nearby town to visit a winery I had been talking about wishing we could go to and the outlet mall he hated but knew I enjoyed. As I sat at the Shawnee Bluffs Winery overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks I decided that in that moment of reset, I needed to make a plan to get myself back and find that woman in the picture again; because that was the person I wanted to give to my children. I vowed to take better care of myself by starting an exercise routine, feeding us healthy and nourishing meals, and doing at least one thing a day specifically for myself whether it be a small getaway occasionally, taking a shower in peace,having a glass of wine after bedtime, or grabbing a latte for myself. I also decided it was time to start writing again. Putting it out there for others to see 1) the raw, real, and fun side of motherhood minus all the arguments and putdowns and judginess. The rest of the world is too good at that already and 2) that moms are not alone. We ALL go through these moments of lost sense of self. Anyone who says they haven't is lying to you. We must all stop and refill the cup or else we will run dry.

 We cannot give the best of ourselves to anyone if there is nothing left to give. 365 days later, the cup is overflowing and I am giving more to my children and husband than I thought was possible! I cannot stress enough how important it is to keep that cup full! we cannot give to others if we have nothing left inside of us to give. Now you all know a little more about the origin story of the Mediocre Mommy! It's not as cool as Wolverine's, but I think it is a close second. We can't ALL be X-Men, after all. Side Note: I really hope my bored mediocre husband reads this, I put that in there for YOU honey. I pay some attention to some of the stuff you like, see?

 Disclaimer: The Mediocre Mommy received no pay or incentive to mention the above establishments. These mentions were at the discretion of the writer and publisher and are not meant for advertising purposes.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

On a Role (Or Not).

We've all seen them.  The funny internet pictures (the cool kids tell me these are called "memes") poking fun at dads seeking recognition for tasks moms do everyday.  They're funny, right?  I had two hands raised way up on that one.  Why do dads want so much recognition for things that are just part of our everyday?  Why should I have to offer praise when he loads the dishwasher or does a load of laundry?  Believe me when I say I was totally at the front of the line for finding these memes so true and so funny and relevant to my life.  Then, one day everything came into perspective.

A couple weeks ago, my husband had a small surgical procedure done, and while it was very minor it did leave him with a lifting and activity restriction for sometime.  I am convinced that our lawn realized this and took every ounce of its available energy to grow 9 feet overnight.  Saying it was looking shabby was an understatement.  Thank God we are not in a homeowner's association (maybe we are, frankly we have no idea).  The inevitable was about to happen.  I needed to mow our lawn.

No big deal right?  Wrong. I have never mowed a lawn in my 25 years of life.  Growing up on a dusty ranch with extreme allergies, I was not able to do this as a kid.  Plus also my parents had a ride-on mower and we have my grandma's push mower.  But I knew I could do it and that it was a task that needed done, so I set out one afternoon to do so.  After having to ask my husband how to start it, I had to come inside and have him start it for me.  About 1/4 of the way through the front yard, he also came out to tell me there is a handle for "self-propel"--this made my day so much easier.  I finished the front lawn and ran out of gas.  Apparently I "should have filled it before I began."  Who knew?! The man who mows the lawn all the time, that's who.

Since I am not a person of half-jobs, I set out the next day while both children were miraculously napping and my husband had returned to work to finish our backyard.  After fighting with the gas can for 20 minutes to get the gas to actually pour out (there has to be a better design for fume control, for real) I got the mower refueled and ready.  I drug that SOB outside and was ready to attempt to start it.  I pulled...and pulled...and cussed...and pulled...and paused and looked up and said "JOAN how were you able to get this thing started at 80?! I can't do it now, and I go to BodyPump!!"  It started right up. My grandma was looking down in that moment.  So I began mowing our backyard.  Can I just say that we have a HUGE yard?  Our first post-military life purchase will absolutely be a riding lawn mower. Zero turn radius preferred.

As I was pushing that SOB around and cutting the grass, I kept thinking how I couldn't wait to show my husband that I did it all by myself! I had mowed the lawn and it looked (almost) as good as when he mows! Then it dawned on me; I was doing the same thing I had rolled my eyes at him for a few times in the past. I was wanting him to praise me for a task that was part of his norm. I wanted praise for doing something our of my "role" as a housewife and mother. I wanted him to be proud of and happy and thankful that I did something that was in his "role" as a husband. In that moment more than ever I realized that there are no roles in a successful marriage relationship. If we both would give a little praise and grace for the other helping us, we would both thrive further in our relationship. Why should I expect him to not roll his eyes at me or criticize me for my poor (ok, pretty shitty really) mowing job just because I did it? The truth is, I should not have expected praise and thanks for doing a task that is part of living in our own (sort of own, we rent so whatever that is) place. I think it's true for all walks of life, but especially so for military families when I say that it is not only beneficial but in many cases crucial that we each understand the roles of the other. If (by if, I mean when) deployment rolls around for us, I will now know that I have the ability to mow our lawn. It sounds silly, really. But any skill known is beneficial during times of shifting and change. Plus, I can do it if I want to have a sporadic yard party so win-win. The point is this; I have learned that while I may be the main dish washer and laundress and he the lawn mower and wall hanging person it is ok to thank each other when one does something that may normally be on the other's "to-do" list. Even further, it is ok to see that when someone does something that may be in your norm, it is an act of love. Doing the laundry while I was recovering from womb emancipation (child birth) was an act of love from him, even if my clothes were not folded just how I would do it. Mowing the lawn while he was recovering from surgerywas an act of love from me, even if our lawn looked like our son mowed it. There are no roles, there is balance.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Dear Childhood Best Friend, Thank You.

The day we met, saying we were wild, hyper little girls would be a complete understatement. In fact, before I go further, I want to apologize to our sweet mothers who somehow kept their sanity that day!  Nerves were running high and we were both excited and nervous for our very first 4-H Fashion Review judging.  For those unfamiliar with this wonderful program (seriously, enroll your kids it is so beneficial!) the fashion review is the culminating event for the girls and boys who chose to sew an item,. outfit, or do some "smart shopping" to chose an appropriate outfit for an event, stick to a budget, etc.  I knew that I would sit in front of a judge and relive all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into creating my very first sewn garment; a lime green floral printed shorts and tank top set.  I was ready!  I loved to talk (ask my mom) and I was pretty proud of the set I had completed all by myself (with the help, exasperation, and pleading of my sweet mother, she's a saint, folks). 

What I didn't know was that when I walked through the doors of the Newcastle High School band room where we all waited to have our items judged, I would see a little girl with the curliest hair sitting on the floor playing with her horse toys, with a mother whose look spoke the same relief and exasperation as my own mother's that day.  I am not sure who was more drawn to each other, us or our moms who probably needed a good laugh and talk with someone who had been in the same boat. I mean, teaching a wild, playful, short-attention-spanned eight year old girl to sew has to be a trying task to say the least!  I didn't know it that day, but when I asked my mom if I could please go play with her we would be beginning what would be one of the best, most heartfelt friendships I have known.  Thanks, 4-H!



Let me just say, everyone needs that childhood best friend to go on adventures with.  She taught me more than she knows.  Well, she'll know now!  As a mother, there are so many people whose life lessons I have looked to when raising my own children--and those I learned from my great friend are right up there.  To name a few; it's ok to laugh at yourself--especially if you just fell off a big round hay bale into a snow drift.  Who cares what you look like, it was funny--LAUGH!, or if you want to dance, just go do it, if you don't have a partner it doesn't matter make it as you go, what is popular is not always what is right--don't confuse the two, if you want something (like a set of dual walkie-talkies to be super spies) save up your money, and most of all, be you and be silly; there is enough seriousness in this life.  If you can be silly and laugh about something, anything (like dressing up a sheep to walk about in a winter wool outfit in 100 degree weather or getting run over by pigs at the Wyoming State Fair, there is always something to laugh and be silly about).

Fast forward to the present.  We have very different lives, but one thing that hasn't changed is our relationship.  Thank you, friend.  Thank you for your unconditional love. Thank you for the adventures--I mean, we have been to Europe together! Thank you for never giving up on us.  Thank you for your sweet, fun, fierce love for my babies.  I may never have had a biological sister, but my kiddos have an aunt in you and they love you like one.  Thank you for the memories.  Thank you for our wild childhood days.  Thank you for our not so wild adult days.  On behalf of the wildlings, thank you for the tickles and snuggles and silliness. Thanks for being you.  I could write for days, but truthfully so many of my memories with you are those "had to be there" moments--you're thinking of them, I know you are!  You are the only person I would push in an 80s Nissan pickup in a KFC parking lot to pop a clutch to get moving.  Like, I wouldn't even do that for my husband, only person. So, in nutshell, thank you for being you; I don't know where I would be had our paths not crossed that fateful August morning.