Can I Brag?

Love for me can be summed up in one word…God. God’s love has allowed me to be blessed in so many ways. Too many blessings to count. However, I would like to talk and brag about one of those blessings right now.

My son was conceived after years of struggling to get pregnant. We went through IVF to have Munch. Two cycles. Painful injections. Killer mood swings. I was an emotional wreck. Until I knew I was pregnant.

I would touch my stomach every night wondering what this little boy (I always knew I was having a boy) would be like. Would he look like me? Would he look like his dad? Would he be smart? Would he be funny? Would he be athletic? Would he be artistic? I had no clue. And in all honesty, I just wanted a happy and healthy baby.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would love this little boy more than life itself. He became my saving grace. He gave me purpose. My life was now about being the best mother that I could to God’s gift in my life. I would lead by example. I would encourage. I would combine discipline and love and not be too strict.

I had a lot of rules on how I was going to do this parenting thing. Many things went totally out the window when I had him. I just started winging it. But, then I reached out to you…my community for suggestions from self-esteem, to parenting, reading and negative thoughts. You’ve given me suggestions and guidance and made me feel like I have a community.

A community that is invested in my Munch. That is why I wanted to share a proud mommy moment with you…

Munch got 11 A’s, 1 B and 1 C on his report card for second quarter.

Yep! I’m so super excited. I can’t believe it. That C is in Math. It is a high C, but we need to get it back up to a B. He told his grandma “I struggled with fractions a little bit this quarter.” LOL. He did.

I struggled with making sure that his teachers are recording his grades timely. I email constantly about assignments not coming home. I spend time making sure he understands concepts and is writing clearly. I try to balance his intensive French curriculum with fun. French books and English books. Play dates and movies that will get him to think creatively.

I constantly tell him to do your best. That is all your dad and I ever want. We want to know that you are trying your best and we will support you. Heck, I didn’t think he got it, but I guess I’m realizing that it’s working. He’s finally trying his best.

Thanks for letting me brag about my Munch. If you missed yesterday’s post and you have the financial means to do so, please consider supporting Munch for the American Heart Association’s Hoop for Hearts fundraiser that he is doing. A $10.00 donation is tax deductible and you can make it here: Hoops for Heart

 

 

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First Day of School

Today is Munch’s first day of school. He’s at a new school and I have to tell you that I was so nervous this morning. He was scheduled to ride the school bus for the first time ever. However, it didn’t show up. Apparently that is expected on the first day. Ugh! I drove him to school and had a harried morning where I tried to see if any movement has been made on the before and after care front. At this point no. So, it’s the school bus and schedule adjustments until we get him enrolled in Before and Aftercare.

I did get to meet his teacher and I liked the classroom layout. Nice desks and smart boards. The school is pretty huge. Lots of windows. The staff was very friendly and I truly felt that they were happy to see both the parents and children. That was awesome.

His dad is going to head to the school to confirm he gets on the right school bus and my mom will be there waiting for him to get off the bus. I’m praying that everything goes well. I was frazzled and stressed out this morning with the bus not showing up and trying to get the child care situation coordinated. When I left the school my car was having trouble accelerating and then I heard a loud sort of metallic noise. I drove into the gas station and asked the mechanic to please look at my car. Guess what it was? My parking brake was on. No light warned me though. I felt like an idiot. The mechanic didn’t laugh (even though I’m sure he wanted to). I need a drink.

I made sure to fix him a hot breakfast before he went to school and I packed his lunch complete with a first day note wishing him well.  My mom said that I packed him too much food that he will be an easy target for the lunch bullies. LOL. I just wanted to make sure that he had enough food for both lunch and snack.

Well, that’s my drama. Summer’s gone by fast and my Munch is now in the third grade. Here’s to a successful school year for both parents and children of returning students!

Munch Madness – 08/11/2016

Hey Folks,

I wanted to tell you that Munch is back and better than ever. Thank you all for your well wishes and concerns last week with his scarlet fever. We’re now enjoying the last days of summer before school starts. I can’t believe how old this kid is getting and some of the funny things he says. I wanted to share some…

When talking about his swimming lessons to my mom…

Nana, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good at this swimming thing.

When trying to explain to me why he got so dirty at camp the other day…

Mommy, it’s because I was climbing all over Jesus. The Camp Director says “Munch, that wasn’t Jesus.” He replied, “Uh huh. Yes, it was. He had a beard”.

When getting ready to return to camp after being out sick for a week…

I’m not sure I’m ready. I think I need another day.

When asked why he doesn’t like swim lessons…

I can’t hear them when I’m underwater. It’s too much noise.

When asked why he got paint all over his hands…

Because I’m an artist mommy. That’s what we artists do.


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Told you my kid was hilarious. Well, we’re gearing up for his first guitar lesson on Saturday and I’ll post about that next week. I’m excited to see how he enjoys it. He did enjoy the Howard County Fair on Sunday.

He wanted to get on the roller coaster. I didn’t think he was ready. He begged and I consented. We got on that roller coaster and lost his dang mind. He started screaming and carrying on “I want to get off now!” “Mommy, please tell them to stop it!” He was crying real tears too. Scared him out of his mind.

Yeah. I couldn’t believe it either. SMH. Kids! “Munch, you are going to have to wait until the ride is over” I said.  He proceeded to scream death in my ears the whole time. Learned Lesson – No more roller coasters for Munch. EVER!

But, there were other things and moments he enjoyed and I loved being there with him. He’s growing up so quickly and it’s important that we make time to do things together. I don’t ever want to miss out on his life.

TBT – A Cars Themed Party

In my Throwback Thursday moment, I’m sharing pictures of Munch’s 5th birthday. This was the last official party that he had. It was a few months after his dad and I decided to split and we hadn’t told him yet. We wanted to make sure that he knew he wasn’t to blame and didn’t want to ruin his day. But, it was hard being in so much pain and trying to put on a smile for the world.

However, he didn’t know the worst kept secret.  He was just happy to see all his friends there. He didn’t notice that we basically ignored each other the entire party because we made it about him. Thankfully, so because as you can see he loved it.

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Fall Photo Shoot

Hey Everyone,

I’m back from Tennessee and I’m still catching my bearings. So, today’s post is a bunch of photos that I’m sharing with you. It is these moments that I realize my purpose in life…to be his mother. So here goes…

Munch and I took some photos with our favorite photographer, Erin, at Magnolia Street Photography last month and I wanted to share some of the flicks with you. I love taking photos with my son because it means that if something should ever happen, he will remember what I look like. He will remember these moments. They are some of the happiest times of my life.

Enjoy!

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I Wish I Could

I wish I could is the most hopeful phrase I know. It’s filled with possibilities. I like possibilities. They give me hope. Hope is promise. I like promises.

I was sitting there watching my son sleep last night and reflecting on how people say that I’m a good mother and I love my son. Great! But, doesn’t everyone? Doesn’t every parent love their child more than their own life? Doesn’t every parent’s heart swell with joy every time they think about their child?

Parenting is hard. Yes, I get tired. Yes, I get frustrated. Yes, I want to run away sometimes and lock myself in a padded cell and not hear the words, “Mom” or “Mommy” for a full 48 hours. That sounds ungrateful though. Not appreciating what God has blessed me with – but it’s the truth. It’s not his fault that I’m tired or this is my busy season at work. It’s not his fault if I get sick and he feels the need to check on me every (and yes I mean EVERY) 10 minutes to see if I’m okay. He’s just concerned.

This weekend was rough. I woke up this morning like “Ugh, I can’t believe it’s Monday already!” We had a great and exhausting weekend with visits to the pumpkin patch, swim class, my nail and hair appointments and dinner with his friends at Pizza Hut. As I stood above his bed watching him sleep (like I do many nights) my heart swelled with immense joy. I was truly grateful and blessed that I have an incredible little boy. As I stood over him seeing him in all his innocence, I started a list in my head. A list filled with hope and possibilities.

I Wish I Could:

  • Capture the sound of your laughter at this age because it is the best sound I’ve ever heard. It instantly makes me feel better and gives me hope that I’m not a bad mother when you get disappointed by me telling you no.
  • Teach you how to recognize, acknowledge and respect God’s favor over our lives. I don’t know why God has continually blessed us and keeps us even when I’m not the best person in the world, but I’m thankful. Truly thankful and blessed and I want you to be better than me in that munch.
  • Kiss away the scary. Sometimes you will wake up and I may not be there to kiss away your fears, but know that I am never far away. I believe in you and I believe in the fact that you are a big boy and this too shall pass.
  • Videotape your memories and thoughts when it comes to expressing your love for Jesus. You continually amaze me when you want to talk about Jesus, tell me about the Bible, be Jesus for Halloween or analyze how God is always watching over you even when I’m not there. You didn’t have a problem yelling out at Courtney’s 5th birthday party last week that we had to sing “May God Bless You” before we cut the cake because you want to honor God with everything you have and I am overwhelmingly in awe of who you are.
  • Always remember that I never wanted children. Because until you came along, my life was just ordinary and it was fine. But, the moment you were in my womb, it became extraordinary and I NEVER EVER want to forget that. It allows me to appreciate you and what you have done for me. Your very existence changed my world view. I am eternally grateful for that.

Motherhood is not always roses and laughter. I know there will be days that we will probably be ready to strangle each other, but I can’t take it for granted. The good or bad both matter and they mean that I am doing something right. I am not perfect. I am trying and I love being his mother because I now have purpose. To do what it says in the Bible, “Bring up a child by teaching him the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn away from it.” – Proverbs 22:6 (NLV)
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