Today is my son's birthday. Peyton, my oldest child, turns 11 years old.
Peyton is a serious, thoughtful, quiet, smart boy.
He wants to please people. He wants to get things right. He' a rule follower. He has high expectations of people.
I've never really had to be hard on him or strict because he is the toughest on himself. If anything, I've had to remind him to take things in stride, not be so serious or too harsh with himself. We've never really had to remind him to do his homework, study for a test or finish a book for school. Which, by the way, totally screwed us up for the rest of the kids that came along that weren't such big fans of rules and exceeding expectations.
As much as I wish he would feel more confident and outgoing sometimes, I don't want him to change. And I know things are going to change. He's a tween heading into teen faster everyday.
Sometimes I can't even remember who I was before I was a mother. Before Peyton.
When I was pregnant with him, I struggled with depression and anxiety. Having a crazy mother, like I do, can make any chemical imbalance in your brain or in your hormones scare the shit out of you. But once Peyton was born, I was fine. I was better than fine.
The past 11 years have been hectic, nerve-wracking, funny, fabulous, heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching, beyond amazing, exhausting and all kinds of wonderful. That's motherhood. And I couldn't be happier that my boy Peyton and I started on this journey together, that I know for sure.
Here's what else I know for sure (this week):
Peyton is a serious, thoughtful, quiet, smart boy.
He wants to please people. He wants to get things right. He' a rule follower. He has high expectations of people.
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| He's the rock, the center, the guiding light for the kids. They're all like "what would Peyton do?" Even when he's dressed as some stupid scary zombie, grave dude for Halloween. |
I've never really had to be hard on him or strict because he is the toughest on himself. If anything, I've had to remind him to take things in stride, not be so serious or too harsh with himself. We've never really had to remind him to do his homework, study for a test or finish a book for school. Which, by the way, totally screwed us up for the rest of the kids that came along that weren't such big fans of rules and exceeding expectations.
As much as I wish he would feel more confident and outgoing sometimes, I don't want him to change. And I know things are going to change. He's a tween heading into teen faster everyday.
Sometimes I can't even remember who I was before I was a mother. Before Peyton.
When I was pregnant with him, I struggled with depression and anxiety. Having a crazy mother, like I do, can make any chemical imbalance in your brain or in your hormones scare the shit out of you. But once Peyton was born, I was fine. I was better than fine.
The past 11 years have been hectic, nerve-wracking, funny, fabulous, heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching, beyond amazing, exhausting and all kinds of wonderful. That's motherhood. And I couldn't be happier that my boy Peyton and I started on this journey together, that I know for sure.
Here's what else I know for sure (this week):
- Class parties are a big f#&*ing deal. I went to all three of my elementary school age kids' parties this year and all I can say is "wow."
- Compliment or Burn? Not sure how to take it. One mom asked me if I was new to the school because she hadn't seen me at school before. We've been attending the same school for over five years now. I have three kids in the school. What do you think? Compliment? Like wow, you've been here so long and you don't have to volunteer everyday? You're awesome. OR. Burn? You loser, I can't believe you have three kids here and YOU are never here. You suck.
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| With Wade trailing and needing to be held every second, I wasn't much help at any of my older kids' class parties anyway. I don't think the other moms thought I was very cool either when I asked my first grader JT to take this picture so I could post it on instagram. Whatever. |
- This makes me happy- Louis C.K. hosting SNL this Saturday night. Can't wait.
- We got stranded at the Pumpkin Patch. In case you missed it, here's the video evidence of our stranded-ness.
- Sherbet is stupid. First of all who likes it? Who would EVER choose that over ice cream? And why the hell do we pronounce it SherbeRt? It really bothers me.
- True love is simple and the real dream. I posted this on the blog's FB page, but feel that it needs to be posted again. I LOVE it. It's a love story from StoryCorps.org. Watch and remember what's really important.
- I love my husband, I'm glad his rotator cuff will be like brand new, but in the words of Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, it takes two. Yeah, it takes two fully functioning adults to keep this family of six running smoothly. I. Need. Him. To. Get. Better. Now.
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| Tim has become obsessed with some stupid zombie game on the ipad and plays it for hours. Ugh. |
- Can't mention Rob Base without posting the song, duh. 1, 2, 3 get loose now....
- I'm nervous about next week. What will Wednesday look like? I guess all we can do is vote and wait and watch the endless coverage on TV.
- Congrats to Brenda Y on winning the Jewel Kade giveaway!
- Running is cool, but running for a good cause is even cooler. Click here to read about how my friend Jen is running in a Team Challenge half marathon to raise money for Colitis. And hey, help her reach her goal of $3,700.
What do you know for sure (this week)? C'mon, we're friends, share what you know. Leave a comment here or on the Facebook page.
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I'm linking up today with my instagram/Blissdom/blogland friend Greta fromGfunkified.com for #iPPP link up.
I'm also nervous about Wednesday. I voted today, so at least I know I did my part. I also know for sure that YES, it takes two functioning adults to keep a family of six going. I hope your hubs gets better quickly (and that he's not too addicted to the game when he does).
ReplyDeleteLove this about your boy. He sounds like my kindergartner, personality-wise. Happy birthday to him!
Thanks for linking up with me and Mama Mash!
Ugh. That makes me dread school years even more because I do NOT want to deal with snide mommy remarks. I will get sent to detention for throwing an elbow for sure.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this post - visiting from #iPPP, but I'll definitely be back. My oldest is 11 too, and I have to say that even though I went to tons of school events starting with her kindergarten years, I don't think any other moms noticed I was ever there until she hit about 4th grade. I never understood it. I love how your other kids are looking up to him. We're in the middle of these tough tween years too - I know it won't always be easy, but I'm happy I have a good kid (so far).
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