A Happy Mother’s Day

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Yesterday was the first Mother’s Day that I have not ended up yelling at my kids. And crying at some point. At dinner, I told them this was my best Mother’s Day ever and they said, “yeah, that’s because you didn’t cry!”

Mother’s Day is usually a high-stakes day. Even though I try not to, I can’t help but want to feel appreciated – just this one day. I bet I am not the only one who struggles with this.

When you are a single parent, there is no one to tell the kids to do nice things for you on your birthday or Mother’s Day. It isn’t that I want presents or attention so much as I just want my kids to be thoughtful. I feel fine about reminding them to think about what they are going to give each other on Christmas, and that usually ends up with them remembering to get something for me. But on my birthday and Mother’s Day, it doesn’t seem right.

They don’t realize it, but when I end up yelling, and then crying, it is because I feel powerless. I can’t tell them to care about me on Mother’s Day, but I want someone to care about me on Mother’s Day. This year felt better – maybe because my kids are getting older (and more resigned to spending Mother’s Day doing stuff I like to do, like planting the vegetable garden) or maybe it is because I really liked the Mother’s Day present I got for myself – a ping-pong table!  Or maybe I have become better at seeing the ways that my kids do care for me. All I know is that I really like not crying on Mother’s Day. I think my kids liked it too and that makes me feel good.

Do you have Mother’s Day traditions (that do not include crying)?

How To Keep Focused On Getting A Better Life

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Getting to the life we envision for ourselves often takes a leap of faith.

Once the decision to make a change is made, everything that comes next can make it easy to forget why you made the decision in the first place. Stress can play tricks on your mind and make you wonder if you were thinking right when you made your decision. Sometimes, you just have to trust yourself and try to remember how it felt to be sure.

This happened to me when I was getting divorced. When I saw the sadness my decision was causing my kids, I even asked my soon-to-be ex-husband if we could just live together like roommates for the sake of the kids. I insanely thought for a moment that we could go from fighting like cats and dogs to buddies. Yes, I was insane. In the panic of seeing what my decision would mean for my kids, I was willing to try any alternative to divorce. I temporarily lost my mind and forgot about all the reasons that made it impossible for me to share a life with my husband. I forgot how it would be better for my kids to see a strong woman alone, than to absorb and normalize the unhealthy relationship between two parents. I was losing track of the new husband-free life I had envisioned for myself. Instead, I was thick into the mess of change and doubting my decision.

Getting through the whole process was hard. It took almost a full year to feel better again and to get my hopefulness back. I can now see that I was just plodding along on faith that our life would be better than it was when I was married. Along the way my mind played tricks on me and made me fear things that I didn’t need to, but periodically along the way, I regained my focus and remembered some things that made it easier.

I was afraid of being a single parent, because I had forgotten that, parenting with someone you can’t connect with is so hard. As a single parent, I get to make the rules in my house. It is up to me to decide how much teasing is too much. I can require everyone to eat dinner together. And bathe. I can create customs like lighting a candle at dinner. When we were always waiting on my ex to get home for dinner or weigh in on a decision, many of the things that I wanted to do as a family went by the wayside. For years. Now I can make them happen. (Mostly. I do have ornery teenagers, you know.) I remembered that it is good to be Queen.

I was afraid of being alone because I had forgotten how much worse it was to feel lonely in a marriage. At first, I thought I would miss having someone at the bottom of the stairs to talk to after putting the kids to bed – then I remembered that my husband was hardly ever home in the evenings. I was always waiting for him to be there. And he wasn’t, so I never could feel settled. I felt sorry for him that he was still at work that late at night. And I hoped he really was at work that late at night. Which didn’t feel good. Now, I really value having a quiet house to myself when the kids have gone to bed. I remembered that I like to have peace at home in the evenings.

I was afraid of shouldering all of the responsibility of taking care of a house, because I had forgotten that doing everything by yourself when you have a partner, feels worse than relying on yourself. Shoveling snow, dealing with horrendous basement floods, and emergency room visits still feels hard and lonely. Then I remember that I did these things by myself, even when I had a husband, and it feels more manageable.

I was afraid to not have a man in my life, because I had forgotten how sad it feels to be with someone who doesn’t cherish you. I had forgotten that, much to my disappointment, I had attended social events alone, slept alone, gone on vacation with the kids alone, and generally gone about my life alone for many years. I had forgotten that I was well-trained for a life alone.

Then somehow I remembered how it felt when I decided that I would rather have the freedom of being truly alone than live a life with someone who made me feel alone. And sometimes remembering that feeling has been the only thing that has kept me going through the difficult, lonely, scary times.

Getting through hard things makes me feel like I can get through more hard things if I need to. Divorce is not good, it is hard on kids, and should be avoided if at all possible. In the end, it turned out to be the right thing for my family. It has made our world bigger, emotionally safer, and more open to possibility. I am still in the process of creating the home I envisioned for my family. We still have meals where there is too much teasing. My son still insists he is an iguana. There are umbrellas in the shower and pizza boxes on the counter and dishes in the sink more nights than I would like, but my life is much closer to plenty perfect now and it feels good to know that how it goes from here is all up to me.

Halloween Donuts

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I think I live in Mayberry. Seriously. We have a Town Hall, unlocked front doors (except when there are rumors of gypsies), well-attended Friday night high school football games, and a 4th of July parade complete with the owner of the local Ford dealership riding a horse wearing nothing but a loin cloth, Top Siders, a large Indian headdress, and way, way too much Quik-Tan lotion. He proudly rides down the street, raising his hand and shouting “how!” to the crowd as he passes by. I do not know why he does this. But he does it every year.

Small towns have strange traditions. Some people call them quaint. Others are offended.

Another reason I think we live in Mayberry is that, every single year, an older couple in our neighborhood gives out home-made cider donuts on Halloween. There is a line down their walk, of costumed kids, parents, and teenagers waiting for the next batch. They are that good.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when I was growing up there was a nearly hysterical belief that someone might “tamper” with candy, try to poison kids, or slip a razor blade in an apple on Halloween. I was under strict orders not to eat ANYTHING, not a single piece of candy, until my parents had checked it. For danger. We never found danger, but anything suspicious – which meant anything with a ripped wrapper, anything natural, and anything home-made – was immediately thrown out.

When I first moved to this town, the idea that people would line up for natural, home-made donuts on Halloween was amazing to me. How did we know they were not “tampered with”??? How can we trust these people? Who are they anyway? Why would they do something like this? I had to make a big shift in my thinking to get used to the idea that this was safe. I have to admit that the shift was accelerated by the deliciousness of the cider donuts.

Tonight was Halloween and, because of the Big Storm, the donut house was still without power. Instead of taking the year off, the couple fired up their outdoor gas grill and fried the yummy cider donuts up in a vat of oil right there in the yard. (Hopefully with a fire extinguisher very close by.) The wait was a little longer, but the tradition lived on.

The donut house is a must-stop for my kids every year. I love that we live in a town where an older couple can hand out home-made donuts on Halloween and this seems completely normal to my kids. Their version of normal is so different from what I grew up with. Even if their “normal” includes a grown man riding a horse through town doing a questioned imitation of a Native American, it is nice to know this is still a place you can fearlessly eat home-made Halloween treats. It feels sort of like Andy Griffith might be down at the Police Station, right now, waiting for a cat to get stuck in a tree.

Do you check your kids candy before they eat it?

Ladies Tennis: After The Match

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Ladies tennis is not just about exercise. And cute outfits. And socializing. Oh no - it is about eating too.

In our league, whichever team hosts the match is responsible for putting together a light lunch for everyone to enjoy afterward.  The spread usually includes a yummy salad and chips and crackers and cheese and muffins and tea sandwiches and cookies and brownies and nuts and candy and sometimes bundt cakes. It is great to know that all of the calories we burn playing can be immediately replaced upon coming off the court. We don’t want anyone to go very long with a calorie deficiency.

I am usually the one who signs up to bring “drinks” to our tennis matches. (i.e. seltzer water and/or juice – I know – a very ambitious undertaking!) My doubles partner is the one who always brings an amazing, delicious, complicated salad. We make a good team. She always comes through with something spectacular - on and off the court!

This time, I am bringing my favorite party salad. I made this recipe up and you should feel free to steal it, improvise and improve, and make up your own name for it. Maybe “Bertha’s Broccoli Surprise” or “Agatha’s Asian Salad” or “Good Stuff My Kids Won’t Eat.” Go on. Steal it. Really, I don’t mind.

I am posting this recipe again because I know I am going to be innundated with requests for it at the match luncheon. Everyone will be mobbing me. Probably.  I am just trying think ahead. (Just kidding – I am simply trying to avoid writing a whole new post so I can go to bed and get a good night’s sleep before my match. So I can play hard and then eat. A lot.)

All of these ingredients came from Trader Joe’s…

Here’s what you will need:

1 bag of broccoli slaw

1 bag of chopped up broccoli

1/2 bag of mixed color raisins

1/2 bag of roasted sunflower seeds

1 bottle of Asian Style Spicy Peanut Vinaigrette

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Throw it all in a big bowl and mix it up. That’s it. Easy as pie and better for you. It is so yummy, maybe your kids will even eat it!

What are you going to call your version of this salad?

Umbrella In The Shower

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I can just hear you saying…is that an umbrella?…in the shower???…who uses and umbrella in the shower????

I have asked myself those same questions, my friends. Yes, every time I have stepped into the shower over the last few weeks, I have wondered to myself “why is there an umbrella in the shower?” Why over the last few weeks? Because as soon as I am done showering, I forget completely about the umbrella in the shower. Gone. No memory of it. At all. Until the next day when I take a shower and wonder, again, “which one of my knuckleheaded children brought an umbrella into the shower?”

So, I still have not actually asked anyone in my family “why is there an umbrella in the shower?”  Because I keep forgetting to. All I know is there are three likely culprits, each with a motive.

One of them (the one who sings in the shower) could have been thinking of the old romantic movie “Singing In The Rain” and decided to add to the shower singing experience with props. Because, apparently, showering is boring and entertainment is needed.

One of them (the one who can make a game out of anything) could have been creating a secret fort in the bathtub, complete with “guys” hanging from soap dishes, washcloth bunkers, loofah life rafts, and little toy body parts stuffed into the faucet. Because, apparently, bathtubs aren’t just for bathing – you can play in there too. For hours.

Or one of them (the bathing conscientious objector) could have used the umbrella in the shower in defiance. A protest, if you will. Perhaps using the same extreme logic he used when he sprayed his hair with “All-Purpose Cleaner” to fix his bed-head before school. Figuring that fixing his bed-head was among the things that might be included in the definition of “all”  it made sense to him. The spray bottle does say “All-Purpose,” so perhaps I should have clarified that this spray is not to be used to put out fires, brush teeth, or to make his brother stop snoring. Because, apparently, his brand of extreme logic has enabled him fulfill my request that he “go get in the shower” without actually bathing.

Do you have a guess about how the umbrella found its way into the shower?