Let me start off by saying I am not a football fan. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sport, I just don’t get it. For years, I would try to get into the game but was told I asked too many questions by everyone that was nearby. My football knowledge is pretty much nonexistent. It’s so bad that I once sent an email out to about 100 co-workers asking them if they wanted to bid on Browns tickets against the Cincinnati Redskins. Yep, I’m pretty much clueless but I’ve been okay with it. Until last year. Imagine my nervousness and shock when my then-9-year-old, who has as much sports …
This morning, I asked my 10-year-old son if he had a good night's sleep. Seems pretty simple, a cut-and-dried question, right? The answer I received was, “What do you think?” It was at that point I turned around with fire shooting out of my eyes and burning a hole into his head (or so it felt). Seriously, when did an answer like that become acceptable?! I admit that I had my share of talk back to my mom, but I believe I was in high school and not going into fifth grade. I know times have changed since back when dinosaurs roamed (or I’ve been told by my son), but I didn’t think attitudes …
If I only knew then what I know now . . . My oldest son is in fourth grade and each night, Monday through Thursday, he has homework in at least four subjects -- usually math, English, science and social studies. Each night, I get the pleasure of trying to go through his homework and help him study for any upcoming tests. For any parent who has a child, you will know that this is not an easy task and some days you would rather wrestle alligators than wrestle the answers out of your kids!During these nights, I think to myself that this is pretty easy! I mean, everyone knows that Abraham …
On Sunday, I received a phone call letting me know that a relative who lives out of state was diagnosed with terminal cancer. They were unsure of her life expectancy and doctors were suggesting it could be a range of six months to a few years. The following morning, she passed away. Although I am deeply saddened by her passing, I am more upset of the fact that I didn’t take the time to visit her sooner. My husband and I do that every time someone dear to us passes away -- we say we should have visited more often or called more often. We have the technology to keep in touch with long-lost…
"Please, stop doing that.” “I said, please stop doing that.” “Stop doing that or so help me I will turn this car right around and we’ll go straight home!” Oh my gosh, who just said that? That couldn’t have been me! When did this happen? Could it be? I have turned into my parents!? But how, why, when?! I much too cool of a mom to let that happen to me?! It’s true. We’ve all had the above scenario happen to us. That defining moment when we realize that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. As kids, we see our parents as old and that they just don’t understand what it’s …
