So crazy to think when I started this Blog Veg was heading off to his first year of pre-school and now he is in 6th grade.
Yup, class has started and the Vegkid is officially a Middle school student.
Some parents get sad when their kids progress through milestones but I think it is awesome. I mean we aren't raising babies to stay babies or toddlers to never grow up, we are raising the adults they will become and every step in that direction is a huge achievement.
I'm so proud of this stubborn, strong willed, smarty pants and have loved being his mom every step of the way. It is so thrilling to watch him grow in to the man he will be and middle school is certainly the next step in that direction.
When I dropped him off yesterday, there were no pictures, hugs or requests for assistance to the class room.
It was more like:
"Take me to the drive up line"
Hop out of car and he says:
"I got this, see ya!"
That was that... He was off and I had a giant grin. It was a defining moment as this new journey for him begins yet he took it with such pride and confidence.
It is that Blueberry time of year again. I went last week with a friend so we could chat while finding our bounty but my stash ended up being only 2lbs. Still way more than you would ever get at the store for way less money but the berries only lasted in our house for 24hrs.
Hubs said he would go with me to pick more but we kept getting rained out. Well apparently the rain did the blueberries good because we went tonight, were there for 1/2 the time but picked triple the amount of fruit.
Yup we came home with a whopping 7lbs. Filled up three containers and still left 4 cups for the husband's blueberry cobbler.
It was quite a good blueberry kind of day.
Now hopefully they will last more than 24hrs because as it stands, we will be poopin' blue for a month.
There is one young man in my class that started this CF thing against his better judgement. He is at that awkward stage where you're growing but don't really know what your body is doing. His Mom told him to try it and he clearly was NOT interested.
He struggles with coordination and even strength elements as he has been part of the video game generation that hasn't had to move much. His posture was poor and his confidence was worse when his Mom brought him to me.
I push, but not too much. I keep him moving and show that working out can be fun. Somedays he looks at me like I'm the she-devil for asking him to do a sit-up and I just want to give him a hug but instead he gets a high-five and encouragement to keep moving.
Sometimes he flops on the ground instead of a push-up. Other days he tries with all his might just to get through a beginner class but at the end of every class he succeeds at his level of accomplishment. Not compared to anyone else, just what HE can do is enough. And that is the awesomeness of CF.
After a few classes, I get to watch his posture begin to shift, his coordination begin to improve, his smile begin to shine and his excitement to get to class take over his fear. That is when I know we did it!
We made a difference in the life a child that will last far in to adulthood. It doesn't always happen on the first class. Sometimes it takes a couple weeks. But now this young man is forever changed like they all are and I'm reminded why I do what I do.
Well this past week, he said he loved a class and that it was the most fun he'd ever had.
I said "you know I pushed you a little bit to try harder?" he agreed. Then I asked "And you're not mad"...
"How could I ever get mad at you, you're the best coach I could have"
Trying not to melt, I then asked if he would keep coming back.
"Of course, what do you think? This is the favorite part of my whole week, Silly"
Ahhh, sometimes I'm not sure who is coaching who, but they sure do make me smile!!
I'm having so much fun coaching our local youth performance classes that I can't tell who is enjoying it more. Me or the young people.
What I do know is that my Vegman is LOVING it. He has worked out every week for 6 weeks and has seen huge improvement in his form, coordination, strength, agility and endurance.
But even better is his confidence as related to his own abilities have improved and his favorite thing before class is practicing pull-ups. The boys in his class definitely click and are hilarious together.
What a great environment for children to utilize as their sport of choice. But having my own child begin to love classes as much as others that are attending is a wonderful thing.
Well today was "bring your child to workout day" in honor of a baby that has cancer. And for the first time, Veg and I were to do a workout together. Not as child/parent/coach. But as partners!!!
He did NOT want to go... I was so bummed!! But eventually he caved to my charm. (Sorta??) and came along.
We had so much fun with the other teams and he did great to keep moving.
I'm pretty sure this isn't the end of our workouts together which makes me pretty happy!
Well Veg made it back safe and sound but something about picking him up this year was different.
As if he'd grown while gone. A young man stood before me, all smiles. Every kid and counselor was screaming after him like years past but this time he took the opportunity to say his goodbyes to each one and even got phone numbers.
He wasn't sluggish or ready to crash, he was full of energy and wanted peanut butter pie. All his friends greeted me with smiles and some of our CF family gave me great big hugs. They couldn't wait to tell me about their time away since I was the first CF parent to arrive. It was quite a moment.
On our way home Veg told me he was missing some socks because he loaned his to a guy that didn't have enough and one of his bug bands was gone too because one kid forgot bug spray. He then proceeded to tell me about the food situation and why he didn't have a single dessert that they offered because they were all filled with "crap" ingredients. Hence the need for immediate peanut butter pie.
Turned out he had a great time and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has become.
As for me.... I mentioned in the prior post but my week was Amazing.
Glad to have the kid home with stinky bags and all, but I won't complain if he wants to go to camp again next year. What a wonderful experience for all of us.
When my Mom would get bad news about her cancer I wouldn't give her a fight speech. Instead I told her to live with what ever time she had in the best way she could and that none of us are going to live forever.
I told her that we had the best of both worlds. If she got to live here longer than she could spend more time with us on earth but if she went off to the clouds and the rainbows, then she would be with us always.
So whether it was 6 months or 20 more years that she lived with the cancer inside her, I told her to just LIVE. Enjoy every new morning, every site and smell and each good moment that she wasn't hurting. Treasure those and be thankful for all the time she has had in life and will have going forward.
And frankly I don't think we need cancer to hear that message. Too many people going though the motions day in and day out doing what is expected instead of what they enjoy and they forget to live.
I always joked with her too that when it was her time to go be with the rainbows that she better send me some with a pot of gold.
Sometimes now when it is raining plus sunny, I run out to look for a rainbow and when I don't see one, I figure she is busy showing them to other people. *smile*
But when it is not raining AT ALL, the sky is clear and a rainbow appears, well THAT is when I know she is just saying Hi to me.
Now that pot of gold is still up for grabs....
A long time ago, a friend told me their thoughts about the short shorts that some girls wear to the gym. The kind that could be considered undies.
Since then I've seen competitors in local competitions all the way up to the Games wearing them as their gym attire. And every time I have a little laugh remembering what was said.
But recently, I've had a major dilemma that almost every CF girl experiences when they are working out every day. But now also as a coach, I'm pretty much living in my gym clothes and let's just say the undergarment issue is a challenge.
You don't want lines, marks or squishy spots popping out of your pants. You don't want to be wearing something underneath that shows through your pants when you squat. And you certainly don't want to go without holding everything in when you have a body like mine.
Many girls just let it all hang out but I'm not "many" girls and so the dilemma continued until I saw a girl wearing those shorts that look like undies. And a little light bulb went off in my head.
"I just need those short shorts, I can wear them under my pants, they compress things in, give no lines, no riding up, and keep everything where it belongs"
Perfect!! Problem solved, now I must go purchase them....
Insert my birthday money. The mother-in-law sent me a check and told me to get something cute with it and send her a picture.
Welllll, I ended up getting a 5 day supply of short sport shorts with little girly part inserts. And I mean short!!
They could be considered cute, I suppose but likely not what she had in mind.
Yes! I essentially used my birthday money for fitness undies. When I put them on, I laughed out loud thinking about what my old friend had said and then laughed even harder thinking about this picture that I was supposed to send to my mother-in-law.
Needless to say, I still hadn't sent that picture. So today I bought a $12 top and thought maybe I would send her a picture of it instead.
If you know me than you know that I REALLY loved my Mini Cooper. I spent so much time in that car. It kept us safe in tornado conditions, white outs, icy conditions and everything in between during travels to and fro. I put at least 200 miles on it most days, use it as a mobile office and drive EVERY where!
That car has been to Washington DC, South Carolina, Georgia, Michigan and every state in route to those places. Multiple times.
IT FIT Me!!! Every feature, every little circle design element, the whole car just FIT me. We could get something as big as a Ping pong table in it, all our luggage for a two week trip and a set of golf clubs too. There was absolutely Nothing about that car that I didn't like.
So I go to the dealership for it's maintenance appt. And a sales guy is waiting for me. "I knew the shpeal, I'd heard it before". So I looked right at him and said as nicely as possible:
"I know what you are going to say and I'm not interested. I love my car and don't need a new one so don't waste your time"
For two hours he came back with offers, choices, questions. And my answer was the same:
"You should really stop putting all this time in to this because I do not want or need a new car"
I called him out on several "un-truths"... It became a comical exchange on both of our behalf because at no point did I intend to get another car and at every point did he intend for me to purchase one.
3hrs later, 20 different offers, a headache, and a huge financial savings, I ended up with a new car.
This girl has stripes, she looks beautiful!
But she was ordered and when she arrived, I discovered that she was missing a ton of features. She was boring in comparison, a step down from the fun that was my other Mini.
I told myself that if I was supposed to get rid of the 70,000 miler, than it would work out to where I wouldn't have a choice.
Well, when you do the math and discover savings on payments, insurance, warranty and service, the answer was a no-brainer.
What I didn't consider was that the newer car with only 4 miles on it was lacking all the basics that my other had and how absolutely spoiled I had become with those features.
This is one of very few decisions that had me following my pocket book instead of my gut. I know it was likely meant to be. The other car needed some repairs that I couldn't afford anyway. But it was the first time EVER that I realized how attached I could get to a silly car.
Now my new girl has stripes. We will get to know each other and travel the roads of this fine country. But I'll always have a special place in my memory bank for my first Mini.
Wow, life sure does change with just little bits of time passing.
Since I last posted:
Veg officially became a Middle Schooler, I've completed two corporate wellness initiatives, Turned 41, learned to play golf (she says with a snicker), went on two hikes, completed an insane Memorial workout, got a new car and started a youth program that has been AMAZING!!!
And it has only been a couple of weeks since I last posted.
"Life happens pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it" ~Ferris Bueller
I've had so many people tell me what I should or shouldn't feel since my Mom took her ride on the Angel train. But I'll tell you what I feel....ALIVE!!!!
10 yrs ago the hubs got a big green used riding mower for the yard. It worked until it needed work. Some things he fixed, but when it eventually just wouldn't start, he decided that was God's way of telling him he needed more exercise.
And back to the push-mower he went.
He donated the riding one, and as soon as the donation facility got it, the thing started right up. Guess they didn't need exercise. Ha!
Fast forward a couple years, and he is sick of push-mowing. So he buys a big red used mower. He said it will cut his mowing time down to an hour. Problem is, the thing is so big that it doesn't fit through spaces of our yard ( a LOT of spaces).
And going over tree roots makes things break or bend and stall. And the battery didn't get him through half the yard before it died on the first try.
He says to me: "Hey Hercules, come move this mower to the porch"
Him: "you can't really move this"
And I Did....
Him: Back to push mowing
Day 2 with the big red mower and a charged battery....
Makes it 1/3 of the yard and it dies. My turn to push it again but this time it gets hung up on the fence.
"Oh I'll just pick it up and move it" I said.
Him: "you can't pick this up"
And I did.... Bent down just like I was flipping a tire, lifted the back off the ground and turned it to get through the fence.
Him: "Well Damn"
Me: <feeling accomplished>
Him: Back to push mowing
So now we are on week three with this mower that he is determined to make work and needless to say he has added a couple hours to every mow since he brought that bad boy home.
Maybe God is trying to tell him he still needs exercise.
When our friends were here, the kids went "mining" and Veg decided to use his money to have one of his rocks made in to a topaz gem as a gift to me.
My friend and I were talking about the likelihood that they really use the "mined" stones to make the gems. But we didn't tell the kids this.
Upon arriving home, Veg was so proud to show his Dad what he did for me but the Hubs started to make a comment about the likelihood that Veg was scammed. And I nipped that annoying voice before it came out by reminding the husband what a nice gesture this was and we should leave it at that.
Several weeks later, Vegkid is looking at his gem next to some of the other rocks and says:
"Mom, you know they probably didn't cut that from the rock we gave them. But I still think it is pretty cool"
Ha! So there ya go... He knew all along but wanted a pretty cool gem anyway.
Well I purchased it and took this picture before heading out to a seminar:
Thankfully I brought the jean jacket with me because at this seminar I had to wear a microphone pack and would have had no where to put it. The seminar was amazing and I was totally comfortable in my little dress. For the record, I found workout style shorts to wear under so I didn't have to worry about flashing anyone. I also found casual slip on shoes and cool little socks that you can't see.
I didn't even know those existed.... THAT tells you how far away from fashion I really am.
But it was so funny all the pointers I received after posting this pic, everything from needing skin tightening cream (yeah, someone really wrote me that) to needing high heel shoes to pronounce my leg muscles. Others suggested that I needed jewelry and scarves. Many of my friends offered to take me shopping, which I could have probably used. BABY STEPS PEOPLE... I bought the dress... be happy!
At least I didn't walk around like this:
My favorite comment was from my Dad, saying that Veggie people should be more colorful and that I needed to add color to my "outfit". What does that even mean? Because I eat colorful foods, I should have a colorful scarf? So does that mean if you only eat brown, processed, boxed foods that you can't wear color? Hmmmm?
I could also hear my Mom in my head as I walked out the door:
"I've been trying to get you to wear a dress for 40 years, NOW you decide to wear one?"
She would have loved it. And honestly so many people gave nice comments too. As in overwhelming nice comments that I probably didn't deserve. Even folks at the seminar complimented my "outfit"...
Which I laugh because it is just a $15 Black dress, not so much an outfit.
But I will say that it was quite comfy and will likely be warn again. I may just have to go buy another one.
Shhhhhh, don't tell my Mom. *smile* And NO, I won't be getting any skin tightening cream... Or scarves... and probably not any jewelry, or heels...
This weekend was full of people writing, texting or calling me to make sure I was "OK".
You know, surviving Mother's Day and all.
I loved that so many people thought there was a reason to check on me and that I have that many amazing people in my life to begin with. But really I was OK!
My kiddo decorated my bedroom for a morning surprise and made me a ton of pictures. We had together time, quiet time and a bunch of outdoor time, plus I got all the house chores done to start the week. Couldn't have been more perfect.
I thought of my Mom a ton, like I do every day, but only in ways that would make her smile. She wouldn't want me to be sad, I'm pretty sure of that.
Then today I was submitting re-enrollment forms for the Vegkid's school and up popped this screen.
"Remove from Family"
Right between the eyes. Of course I know what they meant, but goodness that sounded so cruel.
Seems like they could have said "remove from profile" or "no longer on the pick-up-list", but having to confirm that you are removing someone from the family, it might as well have said:
"Kicked the bucket"
At least then I would have gotten a laugh out of it.
So I shook it off then filled out everything in the online portal and pushed the submit button like any good Mom would do.
That is when it hit me, why there is a bucket list because when you die, you kick the bucket.
But then I still don't get the whole bucket thing. What does a bucket have to do with dying.
Well anyway... The boy is re-enrolled and life goes on. I'm getting so good at these little bumps in the road, I could start a business to help people with their own bumpy life diversions.
Oh yeah, I've done that. Ha!!!
Coaching myself is quite fun, especially when I answer myself.
So here we are close to Mother's Day, the first one that has my Mother with me in spirit but not in life and I'm thinking, "Hey this isn't so bad"
I mean we never really celebrate much anyway, so what is different this year?
I'm actually feeling pretty good. I'm sure there will be lots of milestones to overcome and this is just one of them. A simple little bump in the road.
Well a few weeks ago I was making cards and thought "This looks like a nice Mother's Day Card"
Slap #1- You don't have a mother to send it to silly.
So then I made a couple and figured we would send them to the husband's Mom and Grandma. As the week approaches I gave them to him to fill out and he says:
"Why don't you fill them out since you don't have anyone to send a card to"
Ohhhh Slap #2
***note to men, that was the wrong answer***
But here we are a half a week from this Sunday and I'm a Mom every day of the year, so was she. And since I carry my Mom with me every day of the year going forward, Mother's Day is really nothing more than another day. A Sunday.
A Happy Day!!
Regardless of the card situation and no one to call, life goes on. Her life ended but mine is still going strong!!
So from this Vegmom to all of you, Happy Mother's Day EVERYDAY whether you have a reason to celebrate or not!
The boy and I went golfing. Or should I say he golfed and I carried the bag then attempted to swing at a ball when I was given "permission". Ha! Here is how it went down:
Yesterday, one of my CF buddies and I were chatting about our weekend adventures. He mentioned golfing and I explained that I had never been golfing unless Putt Putt counts. For which he said that Putt Putt does not count.
Fast forward to this morning.... Vegkid and I were planning to go play Putt Putt when I told him what our friend said. Of course the child now wanted to play golf if Putt Putt doesn't count.
It was all just in good fun but the next thing I know the child is dressed in khakis and a collared shirt saying that he was going to teach me how to play.
For 40yrs, I have avoided this sport and had no desire to go this morning. None, nada, zilch!! Golf is the one thing his Dad can do with him that they enjoy (or so I thought) and so golf is the one thing they can do that gives me the house to myself and know they are having fun.
But Vegkid begged and pleaded his Dad to go with him to no avail. It had been forever since they went golfing and I couldn't stand to see the child pout.
Fine, I said. "If you will teach me the rules, we will go."
That is how our golfing adventure happened. On a 9 hole kids course, the two of us conquered the greens, the bees, the lost "favorite" ball that got me climbing a fence and I learned the basics of the sport that is Golf!!
WE - HAD - A - BLAST
You will see from our practice swings that we both have a LOT to learn regarding actually hitting the ball and having it go where we intended. But with no one behind us, we just took our time and enjoyed the beautiful weather.
We laughed and laughed. Veg quickly decided that with practice, I would get better, but for now it was best that I just carried the bag.
He did "let" me swing a few times, so that was the extent of my first golfing day but we will be back. *smile*