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Sometimes My Son Reappears December 13, 2013

We’ve had growing pains, Kameron and I. I don’t like that he’s not my sweet little boy that he once was, and he doesn’t like that his mom is extremely hard on him. Thankfully, every once in awhile that sweet boy comes back, if even for a moment. Tonight he did, and I thought I would share.

Assignment: Write a letter to a Kindergartner from Santa about Christmas.

“Dear Kindergartner,

I am delighted that you wrote me this letter of your Christmas list this year. My elves are working on making and buying all the other children’s presents for this year, including yours. Mrs. Clause is in her kitchen baking cookies and our feast for Christmas Eve, which is full of mashed potatoes, green beans, pudding, and roast beef. Our weather in the North Pole is freezing compared to Indiana. The polar bears are cold even in their fur coats, the penguins are hiding in their igloos, and even the reindeer are feeling like icicles. Dasher is running all around the house. Dancer is dancing his hooves off. Prancer is not prancing but pacing. Prixen is eating all of the Twix chocolate bars. Comet is trying to fly across the sky. Cupid is showing love to me and everyone else in the North Pole. Donder is bonding himself with joy. Blitzen is sprinting at the speed of light. Rudolph is shining his nose to show positive energy. Meanwhile, I am checking my list to see who was naughty and nice.

I am getting ready with my sleigh, my sack of presents and coal, and I will be at your house very soon.

Thank you for writing this letter of your list to me and have a Merry Christmas.



That’s my boy….


What Mom Doesn’t Want For Mother’s Day May 11, 2013

I know, ok, I get it. I’m guilty of last-minute shopping. It’s not an accident that someone coined the phrase “If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody gonna be happy.” Someone went through some stuff to come up with that phrase, let me tell you.

I’m in a giving kind of mood today, so I decided to help you. Here are some things that you should never, under any circumstances, ever get your Mom for Mother’s Day.

* Another hand painted ceramic piece of pottery. I mean it was cute the first time, and if you have grandkids we might give you a pass on this until they’re like five. Seriously, we have enough of those things to fill up an entire cabinet in our kitchen, and we’re running out of room in our kitchen, which makes us really cranky.

* Anything with “World’s Best Mom” on it. We already know we’re the best. Actions speak louder than words. Do a load of laundry, fold it, and put it away if you really want to yank on our heartstrings.

* Another gift set of soap or lotion. Think of the last time your mom took a bubble bath. Case closed.

* Made up coupons. Like the ones that say “1 free car wash” or “1 breakfast in bed.” We can drive through a car wash if we need to. Breakfast in bed? So we can clean up the dishes after you make a mess?

* Cleaning supplies. Even the fancy “green” stuff. All that makes us think about is housework, which we despise.

* An apron. For what exactly? So we can make you dinner?

* A memory charm bracelet. We’ll wear it once, and you’ll never see it again. Remember?

* A planter. Really?

* Any type of kitchen appliance, unless we specifically ask for it, just don’t.

* A scale. Unless you want to die.


“Where The Red Fern Grows” December 14, 2011

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Teenage boys are funny things.

Kameron will still surprise me with a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, I even get “I love you Mom” every night.

Kameron will also surprise me with cheating on tests, mood swings that would rival any fifty year old woman with menopause, or just laying is his bed with big tears in his eyes for absolutely no reason.

So what’s the picture of the busted up book all about?

About four months ago Kameron was assigned “Where The Red Fern Grows” by Wilson Rawls.   His assignment was to read a few chapters and complete the questionnaire to make sure they read and comprehended it.  Of course, it was a battle every night, just to get him to read; then to fill out the questionnaire (in complete sentences.)  What I found was when he was doing other homework I could read the chapter(s) that were assigned, and it made it much easier for me to help him.  I felt like if I read it, I would know generally what part of the book the answer was, find it, and make him re-read the paragraph, pages, whatever.

Then I realized, I actually enjoyed the book.

It’s a short read of a young boy named Billy, his Grandpa, and his dogs; Old Dan and Little Ann.   I won’t spoil the book for you, but it’s tale of love and adventure with a little 6th grade appropriate suspense thrown in.

I remember when we were getting close to the end of the book and that Kameron would have a test coming up.  One day, he didn’t come home with the book or any questions.  He told me they had finished the book in school and that they were watching the movie.  I remember saying “really.. I wanted to see how the book ended.”  He told me about the ending of the book and the movie (again, I won’t spoil) but I was really surprised at how it ended.  I remember telling him “I would have like to have read it together, but I’m glad you liked the book.”  He just grinned and nodded his head.

Today, I went to his Christmas Concert at school.  We were driving home, I was on the phone, he was listening to the radio.  Once I finished my call, I asked if he had much homework.  I knew he would be late getting back from his 7:00 performance, and the last thing I want to do at 9:00 at night is homework.  I usually let him goof around for about an hour after school, just to let him unwind, then it’s straight to homework.

When we got in the door he started heading upstairs, I went into the kitchen and started going through the mail.  I didn’t realize that he had come back downstairs until he exclaimed “Mom!”

I turned around and he had this mischievous grin on his face, with something behind his back.  I thought; what is this?

He said very proudly “Mom, I have a present for you!”

Then he pulled the very damaged, taped up, tattered, copy of “Where The Red Fern Grows” from behind his back.

He said “I remembered that you didn’t get to finish the book Mom; so when my teacher said she has some left over, I knew you’d want one Mom.”

Damn kid, gets right at my heart.

I hugged him, and told him we would finish it together.  Very proud of himself; he basically strutted up the stairs.

No matter what gifts I get this year, that will be the one of the most memorable presents I’ve gotten in a long time.