Thursday, June 11, 2015

My Baby's Wings




Many people are celebrating milestones this week. I have friends that have watched kids graduate from preschool, high school and even college. All of these accomplishments are significant and worth celebrating. I don't remember a big deal being made when we finished elementary school. For me, this happened in sixth grade. Everyone expects you to finish elementary. Parents don't sit around saying..."if I could just get my child through the fifth/sixth grade." I doubt my completion was met with fireworks and large gifts (sorry if it was, mom and I just don't remember). That being said, my baby was "promoted" from fifth grade today and in our house this is a HUGE FREAKIN' DEAL.

We aren't ecstatic because we weren't sure she had the smarts. Audrey does not lack in the intelligence department. She excels in math, reading and everything in between - well, maybe not geography. I asked her for a state the other day and she said England. An area to work on. No, I have never lost any sleep over Audrey and her intelligence. It is the lack of confidence and anxiety that has kept me up at night.

Audrey's kindergarten year was a blur - because most of it occurred through a haze of tears. She didn't want to go to school. She (and I) cried ALL THE TIME. She wanted to be home. She did not want to be with all these strangers navigating reading, recess and all the social interaction in between. Michael had to drive her to school for awhile to see if it would help with the separation. She seemed to cry a TINY bit less if he took her. Her teachers were patient and we were persistent. She kept going. We saw a slight improvement in first grade but there were still a lot of tears. For several years she was placed specifically in a classroom with one of her best buddies who seemed to make her feel more secure.

As the years went by, her confidence grew. By third grade she actually uttered the words "I sometimes like school." We still dealt with anxiety-related stomachaches and tears but they were much less frequent. People outside our family would express surprise that Audrey was such a funny, energetic girl once she was out of her shell. She finally was finding her stride.

This year has been awesome. She has an amazing teacher and a good group of friends. She has loved being an ambassador and even mentored a younger girl that deals with anxiety issues similar to her own. The girl who once never wanted to darken the doors of school, doesn't want to leave.

This transition will be hard for us. She continues to struggle with her nerves during times of change but I marvel at how far she has come. I love our school, the principal, teachers and all the staff who have loved on my baby for the last six years. She has gone from a sad, small five-year-old to a confident, lovely, creative 10-year-old. So, just as on the first day of school  when I cried for my baby who didn't want to leave home, I cried again on this, the last day of elementary school. But the tears are different - tears of relief and pride. She had a ton of support and love along the way but she did much of the growing on her own. We watered and she grew (and grew and grew, she's 5'2" now!). So beautiful Audrey, your mama is SO proud of you. You did it.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Happy Birthday to my TEENAGER!!

Today I have a teenager. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?? How does he keep aging and I don’t? Don’t answer that. I have been reflecting the last few days over this new frontier we are entering. A friend commented to me “now we are the older parents. The ones we couldn’t imagine being when our kids were toddlers.” Really??? That’s me now?


Mason turns 13 today. We (he) have been been counting down for quite some time although I made him take a break for Mother’s Day. He doesn’t get every day. Here we are. 13. I feel so many things...for him and for me….excited, anxious, wistful, tired and LIKE MY HEAD MIGHT EXPLODE.


I wouldn’t go back. I didn’t rock the infant/toddler years. I never had enough patience, sleep or coffee. Well, I probably had enough coffee but it didn’t compensate for all that I lacked. Mason wasn’t the easiest baby. Come to think of it...the baby he was ended up being quite indicative of the teenager he has become. He didn’t sleep, was intense, demanding, energetic and expressive. He seemed to always be taking everything in - kind of like a continual sensory overload.


He has taught me so much in 13 years. Coming from a household of two girls I didn’t know much about boys - like how they must run EVERYWHERE, how there isn’t a lot of thought before speaking, how they start talking incessantly about girls at 12.5 years old and how aim is very important.


I also have learned a lot about myself. I see traits of mine in Mason - both good and bad. I have had to own up to my own anxiety and type A personality. Mason is more like a AAA and Michael won’t claim any of it. I only claim one A. We also share a distaste for sleeping in and sitting still unless it is in the name of a good book. We love roller coasters, carbohydrates and all things Disney.


If it weren’t for Mason I wouldn’t have learned all the names of various construction equipment or Thomas the Train characters. I would never have taken golf lessons  or known the difference between a birdie or an eagle. I may not have tuned into the Masters or the NFL Draft.


I am proud of who he is at 13. He is a great brother to Audrey. He has a good group of kids he hangs around with. He pushes himself academically - even if he can’t find most of his homework when it is complete.He still lets me read to him at night and he will still tell me he loves me. He has a long road ahead - all of the neuron connections have definitely not been made. But I am proud of where he has been and where he is going. He has a lot to figure out - like that the day doesn’t have to start at 5:30 a.m. or that we don’t all need to cater to his needs and schedule- but heck,I have a lot to figure out still too. Like how to effectively parent a teenager. How uninteresting if we were perfect.


So Happy, Happy Birthday to my smart, witty, fun-loving Mason. I love you to the moon and back.