Life in the Middle Age Lane

My son was born July in 1990.  This was after 3 years of fertility specialist and laparoscopy procedure in order to conceive.  Not many people know how much I wanted this little man. And how being a young mom, I made mistakes here and there raising him.  Finding out that parenting required more than just love, it required consistency, discipline and forgiveness. John came into our lives when he was 4 and 1/2 right before the start of Kindergarten.  He did a fine job raising a boy.  We did it all, baseball, flag football, soccer, cub scouts and boy scouts.  And what he loved the most......music lessons.  Now 21 years later we find ourselves waving goodbye to our son.  He graduates school in May with a bachelor of Arts in Music Performance.  This past weekend as part of his graduation requirement he performed his Senior Recital at Berklee.  I expected to find a young man, still needing his parents, fumbling around and needing help from ...

Sunday was moving day for my mom.  She has been at the same "Mature Living" apartments for the past 5 years, living within her apartment because the area was getting a little rough.  When she told me about the assaults going on in her complex, I thought this is ridiculous!  Why put yourself in harm's way.  So we moved her this Sunday into her new digs.  Which leads me to the shopping cart. My mom had boxes to move from her second floor apartment down to the moving truck.  (and in "Mexican talk" that is basically a pick up truck with a couple of hired hands to do the moving.)  But before the movers arrived, she had some holiday decorations she wanted me to take to our airplane hanger for storage.  Sure mom no problem.  Mom: Load the shopping cart to make it easier.  Me: What?! (embarrassed just like the time she took me to get my first bra and announced to the store, the entire store, that my boobies finally came in) It didn't help th...

2002 Family Pic I just read an article about what children want (guess what it is Y O U!) and it made me cry.  I am lucky enough to have a daughter who tells me what a great mom she has.  And if that wasn't enough my son does the same.  I am truly blessed to know and have delivered to my children the time, energy and patience they each needed.  And I could not have done this if it wasn't the support of my husband who works extremely hard so that I could devote all my time to the family and myself.  I'm not perfect by any means, but I knew when to apologize, to be still and listen, and to let my children see me angry or crying. I think it's very important that children see you that you too have faults, cry and get angry.  They need to see the process of getting back on your feet.  How else will they know it's normal to be human, to have these emotions.  To work at relationships, struggle through jobs and career choices, etc.  Emilio has b...