Month: December 2003

  • 10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... Crash


    No, it's not the sound of the big ball dropping, it's me falling over and passing out.  I'm not intoxicated, I'm exhausted.  It was an eleven hour drive with the kids so they can have time with my parents for the next three days.  And I'm GLAD that I don't have a bony behind because I need every bit of that padding to make it through these long trips in the car - so there.  LOL


    May the coming year be rich in blessing and poor in sorrow.  May you find strength you didn't know you possessed, grace you didn't know you needed, and love to fill your heart beyond any capacity you've previously imagined. 


    Happy New Year, Everyone. 


    PS - for those who noticed Tucker's "tattoos" in the photo below, when he got his hair cut over the weekend, the style shop was giving out temporary tattoos of characters from the movie Sinbad as bribes to get the kids to hold still for the shearing.  He wasn't particularly still, but he got the tats anyway.  So he has Sinbad on one arm and the dog, Spike, on the other.  They'll be washed off before the weekend is up.  I hope. 

  • Seven Years



    Seven years ago today, I was having a bad day.  I started it very tired from having been on bedrest for weeks (yes, lying in bed is exhausting!) and I was feeling a bit sick.  By 7 pm I'd been through 14 hours of hard labor and it wasn't looking like there was any end in sight.  The doctor was talking about another increase in pitocin and I was thinking I could decide whether it would be best to just break down and cry or break the arm of the next nurse who pressed that button to increase the drip.  For those of you who haven't been there, pitocin is a substance distillied by certain Nazi experimenters for increasing the strength of contractions during labor - since the contractions are been artificially ramped up, the laboring woman's body doesn't produce the endorphins that "help" with labor pain.  And until you reach a certain point in the labor, the doctor generally resists giving you pain meds for fear it will "slow things down."  Yes, it was a VERY bad day.  But instead of ramping up the pitocin drip, my doctor took pity on me and ordered the epidural that I was begging for.  Within 30 minutes of getting that pain medication, Tucker was born.



    For some reason that I've never fully comprehended, my boys LOVE to hear the story of their births.  You'd think (or at least I would) that this would be stuff that they wouldn't care about, but no.  They like to hear it and will ask me to tell them the story as we approach the day we remember their arrival.  They prompt me for details that I leave out from time to time - "You left out the part where Daddy laughed because you remembered to bring the CD, the snacks for the coach, the clothes for the baby, and you didn't pack anything for you!" 



    Tucker expressed his unique personality from the moment he arrived.  Other kids had to be taught not to suck their thumbs - he had to be taught that toes are not for nibbling.



    I was sparing with sweets for the first year of his life, but he figured out what to do with that first birthday cake in short order and from that moment his innocence was lost.  He knew I'd been holding out on him and he's dedicated himself to always knowing where the stash is hidden. 



     


    Happy Birthday, Sugar Bug


    Momi loves you more than chocolate itself.


     


     

  • As Real As It Gets


    Up until yesterday, Tim had I had not talked with our children about the coming divorce.  Like all parents, we preferred to believe that they really didn't know what was going on, and we have tried very hard for them not to have to deal with emotional scenes over the past month.  We had told ourselves we would let them have this holiday season before we had the serious talk.  Well, I've decided to take the boys to visit my family in Arkansas this week.  Knowing that the extended family has been informed we felt that it was more than likely that one of their little cousins would mention or ask them about their parents' split.  We couldn't put it off any longer. 


    I got up early and started researching every web site I could find on talking with kids about divorce.  (And by the way, there are some really good ones out there.  If you need this information do a google search on "divorce+kids" )  I was greatly reassured by the advice out there because without any kind of counsel on what is the right thing to do, I've been doing things that came highly recommended, and we've successfully avoided all the things that the sites warned would lead to trouble later.  Regardless of all else, Tim and I both love our children enough to make sure that their interests come before our own.  It's good to know that love has been a reliable guide for our decision-making so far. 


    We had planned to talk with them and then offer them a family outing for the evening.  The talk went about as well as we could have hoped.  We asked them if they know what the word divorce means and they talked about some kids they know who's parents don't live together.  Then we told them that we had decided that for everyone to be healthy and happy, that the best thing for our family would be if Mom and Dad live in separate homes.  We also explained that the moving won't happen immediately, that we had also decided that it was best for our boys for them to stay where they are until the end of the school year.  (Tucker was a little disappointed by that news, he thought it might be best if he went to a new school right away.)


    Then we asked them if they had questions.  They had a lot of questions.  They wanted to know just how far apart their two homes will be.  Michael suggested that it might be a good idea if we could find houses next door to each other.  He didn't cry until he began to understand that Mom and Dad will not be living close enough for him to be with us both every day.  Tucker was also upset by that news for a different reason, he said that he wants to always be with his Momi and suggested that if Dad just had to have a kid, that Michael could stay with Dad and he'd stay with Mom.  That was harder for us to handle, but we pointed out that he and Michael are each other's best friend and that they would really miss each other if they didn't live together.  We told him that we had decided that the boys would always be together and that we would make sure that they have plenty of practice using the phone and that we would teach them about email and letters so that when they are with Mom they can still talk to their Dad and when they are with Dad they can still talk to me.  Tucker was not much reassured by this plan but we'll continue to try to show him that both his parents love him and that he will be taken care of. 


    They wanted to know why this has to happen.  That was another hard question.  We didn't want to bring the children into the adult decisions because we didn't want them in any way to feel that they had any responsibility or any vote in the outcome.  But at the same time we want to show our kids the respect of answering their questions.  Maybe we wussed out on this one.  We told them again that as Mom and Dad had talked that we thought that in order for everyone to have their best chance of being healthy and happy, it would be better if Mom and Dad lived apart.  Michael put the question directly to Tim at that point whether he had a girlfriend somewhere else because that's what his friends had talked about.  Tim reassured him that there is no girlfriend.  We also stopped short of telling the kids that there might be a girlfriend years down the road because we felt that's more information than they need to consider at this point. 


    After they had a chance to ask us any question they could think of, we asked if they wanted to go out to a movie and pizza, but they turned us down on that offer.  Instead they asked for us to play a game of LOTR Risk with them.  And I can HIGHLY recommend the Lord of the Rings Version.  It isn't just that the map depicts Middle Earth, the entire game has been rethought to include the Fellowship, the movement of the Ring, and the various strongholds of power.  Tucker's attention span stretched about as far as it ever has for one of the "BIG" games - he lasted over an hour and a half.  (Long enough that when he quit, it was obvious that there was a person on the verge of actually winning - ME!) 


    Then we settled down with a huge tin of that holiday popcorn and watched Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Michael was pretty sceptical because his parents recommended it, but then he was entralled for the entire thing.  (I'll admit I sent them to brush their teeth during the scene where the airplane propeller dispatches the Nazi Strongman.  I know they don't actually show it - but there's blood.)  Michael was wise to me though, as he left the room he was saying to Tucker, "Mom thinks this part will scare us."


    Today, they are up for the outing we offered yesterday.  SO it's looking like a movie and Chuckie Cheese in my near future. 


     

  • Dread in the Water -


    The Captain of the Good Ship Destiny's Quest has become soft and complacent.  I just learned that he removed the Dread Prop because he WANTS to be civilized.  I can only think of one appropriate response to such blasphemy - Captain - report to the PLANK.

  • Righting Wrongs


    Do you ever have one of those nights when thoughts of the things that are just wrong in the world keep you awake?  Okay, I'm not up in the middle of the night fretting over innocent people convicted of crimes, or civilians who've been driven from their homes by warfare.  No, it's my dog.  Apparently there are invisible varmints all around us.  I'm not sure how she can see them because she's WAY overdue to be groomed and her eyes are hidden behind a mop of fringey fur, but hey, she's a perceptive poodle.  She knows they're there.  And in her estimation that's just not right.  So she's outside as I type barking her foolish little heart out.  Four pounds of fury letting the world know that Simone is on the case. 


    There are altogether too many things wrong in the world and mostly I feel inadequate to address anything, powerless to cause change for the good.  But there is a blatant wrong taking place here in Xangaland that I simply cannot be silent about.  The Dread Pirate (who absolutely hates to be linked) has installed that script that disables eprops.  Now I know that not everyone is all about eprops and if you know anything about the Dread Pirate (who absolutely hates to be linked) you know that he never gives eprops and has specifically requested that people not eprop him back.  Since I came to Xanga, he has been here happily leaving "slashes" (the 0 prop) for members of the Destiny's Quest crew who write blogs that he deems worthy of attention.  And at his site, he has accumulated more 0 props than anyone else in Xanga land by several orders of magnitude. 


    His 0 prop is a special "DreadProp."  Or it was.  Until just a few hours ago.  Now it's gone.  And that's just wrong.  It's fun to needle the Pirate (who absolutely hates to be linked).  He rattles his saber, says "Arg, By Neptune" and tells saucy crew members to walk the plank.  When I'm having a day that makes me want to kick the dog, I can usually count on heading over to Dread's site and finding something to fight about.  But without the DreadProp, without the option to insult him by awarding an actual E-Prop to a post, signalling that the gloves are off and it's time for some serious disputation ... what's a saucy wench spoiling for some good old fashioned brawling to do.  I'll tell you folks when the Dread Pirate (who hates to be linked) takes away the Proppage, it's just wrong.  It smacks of civilization. 


    It's the middle of the night here, and it sounds like my dog has finally finished flailing at whatever varmint was lurking about in the darkness.  So I'm going back to bed.  And now that I've expressed just how WRONG it is for the Dread Pirate (did I mention that he has also requested that NO ONE link to his site) to be without the possibility of proppage - I'm hoping that I can sleep easier. 


    Sweet Dreams to you all. 

  • Tucker Versus Tinsel ...


    Just like Old Faithful is in a repeating cycle of building up pressure to a glorious explosion, around my house it's only a matter of time before Tucker will do one of his many things and I will be forced to blog about it.  This week, he's been swearing.  Tucker's Momi doesn't appreciate his swearing.  I've given him the talking to that went right over his head, the stern warning that he didn't take seriously, and finally we were reduced to threats.  I promised him that the very next time he said "What the hell!" I was going to wash his mouth with soap.  Well, about twenty minutes later I heard it ringing through the air like the sound of Christmas bells .... "What the HELL!?!"  Only, no angel was getting his wings in response to this musical sound. 


    I did it.  I washed his mouth with soap.  He cried.  It was bad.  About twnety minutes later Tucker wanted to discuss things.  "Momi, I've been thinking about it.  I don't think that the bad words live on my tongue.  I'm pretty sure they are coming from my feet."


    Well, I wasn't convinced but happily for him, there were no more ringing incidents of swearing around the house that day.  The next morning however, Michael came bursting out of their room.  "Momi!  He did it again, Tucker swore again, he said "What the hell!""  Tucker was right on his heels and you could tell by the look on his face that he was already tasting that soap.  He quickly defended himself ... "Like HELL I did."


    My kids have always had a slightly different approach to Christmas morning than we took in my family of origin.  For one thing, they never get up any earlier on Christmas than they are regularly used to rising.  I frankly do not understand this.  I was up yesterday morning by 6 cooling my heels amid the sparkling lights and presents.  My kids rolled out of bed about 8.  The next thing they usually do is very slowly and deliberately go about the process of opening their gifts.  They have been known in the past to take until noon to get through to the last present and its not because they have THAT much stuff under the tree.  They will open one, and then everything has to stop while they play for a while.  Then they open the next ONE.  Not this year.  I'm happy to report that my kids have gotten a dose of normal from somewhere - (I'm thinking that the genes they inherited from me are asserting themselves)  I mean there was a frenzy of ripping and tearing the like of which I've never seen around here on Christmas.  It was all over so quickly I didn't even get pictures. 


    We invited the neighbors over on Christmas Eve for games and party food.  Tucker and I worked together playing Sequence against the others.  It was my job to decide which card we would play and his job to cover the image with our chip.  It was the first time that any of us realized that the images on the board don't exactly match the images on the official Sequence deck of cards.  Tucker noticed though.  "I can't put the chip on him, that king has the wrong crown."  Amazingly, we still won. 


    I hope that your holidays are continuing to bring you peace, joy, and laughter along with the reflection and celebration of your traditions.  May you experience all the blessings of the season in great measure. 


    Terri        

  • Twas the Night Before the Night Before Christmas ~


    I hope that everyone is in the midst of a wonderful time of celebration with fmily and friends.  I finally got all the shopping done, now its time for cleaning and cooking and making festive preparations with two very enthusiastic helpers on hand to stir things up nicely. 


    Merry Christmas, Everyone!  God Bless us one and all.  I'll see you back here in three days.


    Terri


    PS - I noticed yesterday morning that my site counter was at 34,800 and I was thinking that it would be cool if it passed 35,000 before the New Year.  This morning I see that its at 35,288.  I'm having a hard time believing that I got almost 500 hits in 24 hours, but WOW.   I feel like I should say thanks or something.  So thank you to all who stopped by! 

  • When the Mighty Fall ~


    Last week, Kyle left me a comment on the blog where I revealed that Tim and I are divorcing that began, "When the mighty are fallen, how can any stand?"  He went on to say that its devastating for someone in his position, contemplating marriage, to hear that a couple has thought it through as calmly as possible (let's be honest, the evaluation of a marriage is never completely calm or objective) and reached the conclusion that the only way through the mess is to separate.  He asked me whether there is any hope for avoiding divorce without avoiding marriage.  I'd like to answer that question, for myself as well as for him.  It goes to the heart of what I believe ~ and what I hope is true about both marriage and might. 


    Before I try to answer his question,  I feel compelled to offer a couple of disclaimers up front.  It seems paradoxical to ask me for advice and  impossible for me to formulate an answer because if I'm in the process of seeing my own marriage break apart, how could my answer be trusted?  Surely if I knew anything about how to make a marriage strong, I wouldn't be in the position I'm in today.  My second disclaimer is that that I'm not objective.  I want to believe that I'm a good person, I want to believe that I did everything I possibly could to solve our particular problems, and I want to see myself as the hero of my story.  The truth is that it takes two people to make a marriage and it takes two people to break one.  I bear responsibility for the place I'm in today.


    We expect a lot from our mates, and if we find the struggle difficult, we are bombarded with the ads for no-fault divorce that make it seem as though it's no more traumatic than making an appointment with the dentist.  I hope you understand that this is a lie.  On the charts of life stressors, divorce is at the very top.  A divorce represents the death of your hopes and dreams of a future with your chosen partner.  All kinds of feelings of failure, rejection, guilt, anger, and sorrow are mixed up in a cocktain that no one would ever choose to drink if he or she felt there were any way around it.  In addition the things that go along with divorce are pretty high up on that chart in their own right.  Depending on your pre-divorce situation, you could (like me) find yourself facing a move, coping with the need to know right now how to do things that you've depended on someone else to do for you, and having to find a job.  Divorce tends to be a financial catastrophe which takes years of recovery.  No one wins in a divorce.


    On top of the difficulty that the divorcing couple experiences personally, all the studies coming in on the effects of divorce on children are in agreement.  Children may be the ones who pay the biggest price of all.  Their lives are disrupted, their sense of security is destroyed, and they become far more likely to get involved in all kinds of things that parents want to see their children avoid like drugs and prison.  Children of divorced parents are more likely to either avoid marriage for themselves, or wind up divorced.  The negative outcomes for children are so severe that they make the cliche that we should "stay together for the sake of the children" seem both reasonable and wise.


    Last week I talked about the level of pain necessary to bring us to the point of believing that our best hope is to separate.  Maybe it would help if I describe what it is we are hoping to achieve with this move.  Certainly we don't want to scar our children, ruin our financial futures, or create loneliness and pain.  We are already in the place where each of these things is happening.  We are hoping that through separation we can avoid or minimize some of the worst of these possibilities. 


    Since we agreed to separate, we've actually been able to talk more, to share more of our hopes and to cry more of our tears.  We are trying now to build a friendship and that's a lot harder than you might think.  We've been lovers, we've made each other parents, and we've worked together at the business of family, but we've never been friends.  Does that sound harsh?  I'm afraid as I type this that my husband will read it and feel hurt that I've said it here.  We are talking about it now, but for a long time, we couldn't.  And that may be the key to what it takes to know that you are heading for the rocks, if you can't talk to each other, hope dimishes day by day.


    Kyle, the institution of marriage is a formidable fortress.  Safely inside these walls there should be communication about everything.  Talk to each other.  Talk about the important things and the unimportant things.  Touch each other and support each other.  Listen to each other.  Teach each other how to communicate so that you can hear each other.  Follow through with your promises both spoken and implied that you will do the things that you need to do in order to meet each other's needs.  Figure out what she needs and then DO it.  And the same goes in reverse, tell her what you need from her.  Don't assume that she knows, that she can figure it out on her own. 


    We do not have the idea that we will divorce so that we don't have to deal with each other.  We will in many ways be forced to deal with each other more because we have more details to be discussed, more conflicts to negotiate, and more obstacles to overcome in the day to day process of trying to raise our kids.  We are changing our legal status.  We will no longer be tied together for financial burden or benefit.  We will no longer be living in the same place.  But there is no avoidance of the fact that we are in a relationship that will in many ways never end.  No court decision can change that. 


    I've thought about the people I know who have no children when they divorce.  I've wondered if it's easier for them, if perhaps they can move on and truly end the relationship.  Marriage changes a person.  Becoming one flesh with another human being, even if the bond is imperfect changes you.  You can separate, but you can never undo the influence that person had on you.  So I'm willing to bet that even when there are no children, the divorce is just as devastating as it is for those of us who are parents.


    I'm not really answering the question am I?  Marriage can be either the best or the worst, heaven or hell, and it depends on the choices you both make, what you do or don't do.  This brings me around to the question of might.  What makes a person strong and how do you know whether you are strong enough for the task?  The short answer is that you won't know until you after the battle whether you have strength to survive it.  But I think that many times we are decieved about just what strength means.  I can tell you that the ability to fight, to stand up to each other, and to win you argument is not strength in a marriage.  These aspects are weaknesses that will tear down and destroy.  In a marriage, strength is seen in your ability to love when the other person deserves it least (that's when they need it most.)  Might comes when you are able to forgive the incident that you cried about only hours ago.  Real strength is revealed when you choose to honor your commitment sometimes minute by minute because you aren't able to see to the next hour or day. 


    This is the kind of strength that Twila Paris sang about 25 years ago in a song that some of you know. 


    Lately I've been winning battles left and right
    But even soldiers can get wounded in the fight
    People say that I'm amazing
    Never face defeat
    But they don't see the enemy
    That lays me at his feet
    They don't know, that I go running home when I fall down
    They don't know, who picks me up when no one is around

    I drop my sword and cry for just a while
    Cause deep inside this armor
    The warrior is a child.


     

  • Well, That Was Odd


    Sometimes, I start thinking through a post before I post it, I'll work it out over the course of several revisions as a private blog and then when it's ready, I'll post it as the blog of the day.  I have one of those "In Progress" blogs going on now, and imagine my surprise when I logged in and saw that it has THREE comments.  o_0  How did THAT happen? 


    So if you can see a blog below this entitled "When the Mighty Fall" let me know, okay?  I'm trying to figure out just how exposed my stuff may really be.


    We got most of our shopping done yesterday.  I have a few more things to pick up this afternoon.  So I'm once more into the fray.  This time I'm going out alone.  Which is good and bad.  Shopping with Tim can be great.  He's big and can look mean if he has too, so he's great for getting us through crowds. 


    Dawn reminded me that I still have this little devil icon in my line-up.  If you type the symbols for the smiley sticking out his tongue you will see .  Feel free to pepper your comments with .  He's kind of a fun little .  And he deserves to be allowed out more often. 


     

  • Five days to Christmas? 


    Yesterday was fun.  I loved having the kids here.  We played, we laughed, we created art.  Tucker brought me an index card sometime in the morning and said, "Momi, I made this to save you time.  When you need to talk to me, you just hold up the card."  I looked and he had printed "Tucker, Stop It."  I love this kid. 


    I'm going Christmas shopping this afternoon.  I still don't know what I'll be buying for very many of the people on my list, and I've heard that today is expected to be the busiest shopping day of the season, so I'm not looking forward to the crowds at the mall.  But I do have a coupon for $10 off any purchase at Toys R Us and there are some things there that I'm pretty sure my kids will want. 


    My kitty's name is Smudge.  She was a gift from Barb when we first moved out here.  Since we live in the country, every fall, there are mice who start eyeing my house thinking that they'd just as soon winter in here.  Smudge discourages that kind of thinking and for that she is an appreciated and valuable family member.  She's not shy about her conquests though.  She likes to disembowel her prey on a particular stone in my walkway though in a ritual of sacrifice.  The family doesn't even look anymore.  We automatically step over her little altar area.   


    I'm probably not going to be able to take Smudge when I move.  She's used to being an outdoors cat for much of the day.  I expect that I'll be moving to a higher traffic area ... lets be real - ANYWHERE from here is a higher traffic area.  I don't want to put her at risk, and I can't see her adjusting to being an indoor cat.  So I'm looking now for another home she can go to.  Some days it seems like six months is a long time, but other days, it's like it's right now.  I alternate between feeling panic over the sheer work of moving and feeling like its a surreal, far off in the future thing.


    But for now, I'm just going to focus on shopping for my Babies, trying to find something that will make their hearts happy on Christmas morning.  They are easy to please, so really it shouldn't be that difficult.  I'm much more particular than they are so I'm the problem child in this arrangement.  They are cursed with a Momi who has standards.