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Help me Tom Cruise,  Oprah and Baby Jesus 

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I just burst out in tears, not my proudest moments as a parent but we all have these moments sometimes where we just fall apart.  I dare any parent to tell me otherwise. Recently I  have entered the wonderful world teenage years.  This is the area where your baby starts to define who they are,  they test boundaries,  they grow,  they dont need you,  but still need you so much.  To me it’s like revisiting the toddler years but with testosterone and lots of eye rolling and back talk and a tiny mustache. This is also the part of your life where as you’re wading in fresh attitude hell,  you apologize to the heavens and your parents for being so awful. I put my parents through pure hell and on a few occasions they both lost their patience with me.  I get it.  Payback is a beyoch and I’m in the throes of it.  

My son is gifted academically and this month alone hes been sought out to be in leadership groups,  invited to take his SATs in the 7th grade and to participate in a 5 year program for kids which will eventually lead to scholarships (I’m a single mom struggling so this is HUGE) hes had to apply to this program by today and write an essay to get in,  get letters of recommendation etc.  He puts it off until this morning. I wake him up, I’m sitting here trying to help and in fussing at him because lately he just has an “I don’t care attitude” and honestly I just want to throw in the towel on this whole parenting thing.  Im stretched thin.  His grades lately have dropped for no other reason than “school is stupid” and well my baby is sullen,  ornery,  and wants to play basketball or video games all day.  This is normal.  This is expected.  There comes a day where you are no longer the favorite human,  the best friend and more of a bother.  I’ve prepared for this,  but what I didn’t expect was the attitude. 

  Going back to this essay that he’s writing,  I ask him “why he didn’t care ” and he says “cuz I don’t,  I’m doing this for you.  You want me to do this,  you said it was for scholarships” 

  So I just was crushed,  because yes he’s 13 he doesn’t realize the opportunities that he has that I never did and how this will help his future.  No 13 year old sees that.  

 

 So then I go into a speech about how I wish my parents had helped me in school, not because they wouldn’t,  but because they didn’t know of these opportunities or how smart I really was and well in the 90s, I didn’t know how to ask for help either. They instilled a strong work ethic in me, so that’s all I knew.  Work hard,  make an effort and it will work out. (Great lessons. Mom and Dad don’t feel bad) i explained to him how I wish I didn’t have to work two jobs to pay for college that I had to drop out of because I couldn’t afford it, (I’m still paying for college loans with a high school education and no degree)  that if I had a chance at an education I wouldn’t be working at a hotel for 20 years and not following my dreams.  That I wanted a different life and if I had the chances hes been given I’d be a success.  Then I realize ive said this crying. And maybe I am projecting my failures on him and I’m trying to keep him from growing up to be me.  

He looks at me blankly.  This is what parenting a teenager is. 

This parenting thing is so hard and all i think most of us want is for them to be better than us. To be happy and healthy and good kind people.  I know he will be,  I have faith that this will all work out.  He’s too awesome and I just have to remind myself to be gentle and loving and patient because this won’t last forever.  

  Hugs to everyone parenting a teenager….. lord knows I ain’t seen nothing yet.  

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For the love of Pi

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pi-day-2015  Its March 14 and do you know what that means? Its Pi day! (3.14159265359) Yep 3/14 and in our house that means we celebrate with pies! As i type I’m trying to figure out a Taco pie and an Apple pie that i can whip together for us after work today!

Why the fuss? Well, I’ll tell you. It started with a 5 year old kid (my kid) and his love of math. He was introduced to pi in school and became instantly fascinated with the irrational endless number. Everything was pi! When you would ask him and still to this day what his favorite number is – hell respond with pi. If you ask him to rate something on a scale of 1-10 and he really likes it, he’ll bypass 10 and go straight to pi. That’s when you know you have a winner! Chicken and broccoli? 8, soup? 2 , fruit loops? pi, Pizza, Nachos, brownies? duh pi.

So you can only imagine my delight when during our usual game of outdoing each other took a turn for awesome. Normally i would start off with “I love you more than all the stars in the sky” and he would try to top it by saying something along the lines of “I love you more than all the drops of water on earth” this would go on and on and on until we would come up with something ridiculous and the other would concede. Well one day he said “Mommy, I love you more than pi” More than pi?!! How could that be? That’s a never ending number?! Be still my heart for my baby boy loves me more than pi! The time after that he said he loved me “more than pi times pi” – woo this is serious business we are now multiplying pi!  Now he has eve sprinkled in “I love you more that pi times pi times infinity” Holy cow batman! I don’t know about you guys out there but i think Ive hit the mother-load (ha-ha)

 

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For the love of pi

All kidding aside i love this about him. It has been 6 years since that was introduced and at 11 years old he still say he loves me more than pi and uses the rating system. Which is why this past year it was only right to get a little tattoo honoring him.

So from myself and my kid- i hope your day is more awesome than Pi. Go celebrate and Treat yo’ self to a slice in solidarity!

 

The Force is strong with this one

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The Force is strong with this one

Growing up a child in the 80’s, there was little you could do to escape the phenomenon that was Star Wars.  My little brother had sheets, a million toys and movies.  It was established early on that we were to choose between the dark side or upholding truth and honor like a jedi. We spoke in yoda speak,  made our hair to look like princess Leia buns as we traded in our barbies for something more badass. We wished we had our own Wookie and pretended our teddy bears were Ewoks. Anything could become a light saber and we were transported to a galaxy far far away while never leaving our own back yard.  Who knew that 30+ years later we,  the kids who both loved and feared Darth Vader would be sharing it with our own children.
  My son was introduced to Star Wars about six years ago.  He was four years old and instantly became hooked.  For about 4 months straight every day he would watch one of the episodes over and over again.  Carefully looking at each character and analyzing their purpose.  Nothing was missed.  Then came the posters,  the bed sheets,  the shower curtains,  the toys.  The search for a cheaper version of the very expensive Millennium Falcon.  We found Halloween costumes.  He had chosen the light side and went as a Luke Skywalker.  I like the movies,  concocted a plot twist.  I dressed up as Darth Vader.  I remember walking up to him and him jumping up in delight.  I whispered the famous line “Luke. ..I am your father. …and mother” he laughed and said “Mommy that’s not the line” so i lifted up my mask and plot twist- my makeup had been done as Queen Amidala underneath.  Mind blown moment.  He was all excited and screamed “your my mother and my father! !! Whaaaaat! , best costume!” And off we went to trick or treat randomly breaking out our light sabers for a duel in the streets.  Because you see i was transformed back to childhood and my son was my best friend. 

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  Fast forward to six years later and he’s eleven.  Still loves star wars,  still has the shower curtains and the soft cuddly darth Vader blanket.  We now have a collection of light sabers and now he favors Mace Windus purple saber.  I smile inside because he has chosen the light side and on top of it has chosen a wise master Jedi.  We hear in October that the movie tickets are going on sale for the December premier.  My son calls me on the way home from school and says “mommy you have to get tickets! ” little did he know that i had just spent the last 45 minutes attempting this and had just scored 2 tickets to the Friday showing of the movie.  Yes,  it was that serious,  yes it was a necessity to buy them almost two months in advance.  I printed out the tickets and brought them home to show him.  We decided they needed to be in a safe place and every few weeks i would see him go check on them to make sure they were still there. Safe and sound.

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  The week we had been waiting for was finally here.  Friday morning had come and we talked about watching the movie that night.  Did a final check for the tickets to make sure they had not been stolen by storm troopers and planned to go at 7. When i got home from work we found our Star Wars T-Shirts and my son brought out two pairs of socks.  One Darth Vader,  one Yoda. He handed me one of each and did the same for him.  We wore mismatched matching socks in solidarity.  Grabbed the tickets,  took a few pictures and off we went to see The Force Awakens. 
  Now if you haven’t been to a premier showing,  any genre with fans,  this is something that you need to do once in your life.  People are happy, friendships are forged with strangers,  costumes are worn and the comradeship is deep.  Everyone is united in their fandom. My son had his light saber and was making friends with kids who wanted to know how he managed to get the purple one.
We finally were seated amidst chatter from young and old,  excited squeals from people about what they thought,  who was Kylo Ren? My son excited that his old friends,  Han Solo,  Princess Leia (General Organa), Chewbacca, R2D2, C3p0 and Luke Skywalker were rumored to make an appearance.  The movie starts and the credits roll like usual “in a galaxy far far away. ….” i glance over at my son who sits there wide eyed and smiling.  He whispers “Let it begin” and i chuckle.  To share this moment with him,  to be here and be transported back to childhood in wonderment. We were both a couple of kids sitting there in awe of what George Lucas created, light saber in hand we knew we would always be Jedis in our hearts and I knowingly look at my son and think  “The force is strong with this one”  and everything is going to be ok.

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-Go out & be awesome ♡ Denise