Turning Points

I guess there are certain times that can be called “Turning Points.” We seem to be at one of those right now. For years and years, Mike and I spent our time trying to stay one step ahead of the kids (while they were dismantling beds, unhooking water filters, climbing out windows at nap time and on and on). And, suddenly (OK, not suddenly, but whew! that went fast) we are parents of kids that cook, drive, and operate power tools. It’s crazy. It’s scary and it’s something we over which have very little control.

On Saturday, Mike and the older boys spent the day building bookshelves (for me!!). I ran errands in the morning and then took Andy to a birthday party in the afternoon. Andy and I had a great time together. We got stuck in accident traffic on the way to the party and we listened to more of The Thief Lord and stopped the tape several times to talk about things. The party itself was great and Andy is convinced that he’s a gymnast deep-down in his soul. (His size 5 1/2 feet and long legs tell me he might be leaning to the wrong sport lol)

When we arrived home, we found Mike napping on the couch and the “bigs” finishing up my bookshelves. Mike had written out dimensions and given them some general instructions and he went off to nap. The kids built the shelves on their own. Aren’t they awesome? (The kids and the shelves!) I’ll paint them this week.

Mike, who is generally NOT a napper, woke up refreshed. He and I actually went out last night. It’s so weird to have to leave your own house to have a real conversation, but it’s great to get out and know everyone is OK at home too. And, to be perfectly honest, it’s just good to leave the house. It’s so easy to just sit home all the time – at least for us. We had such a fun night. The kids had a fun night too – dumb movie, multi-flavored hot chocolates, and no parents. Talk about a happy family on Sunday morning!

In the meantime, it’s a weird place to be as a mom, as a blogging mom and just as a person. I kind of feel like I’m shopping for shoes but I don’t know what kind of shoes I want or need. I certainly don’t know what color I’m looking for. Be patient, I’ll figure it out.

In the meantime, Andy was peppering me with questions about my life when I was nine while we were in the car the other day. Jacks? Schoolhouse Rock? Playgrounds over cement? Nancy Drew? Sledding, riding bikes, skating – without a helmet? Climbing really, really high into trees? What were you doing when you were 9-10 years old?

8 thoughts on “Turning Points

  1. I’m pretty sure we had that EXACT Nancy Drew book. Of course, we also had some really old ones from the ’30s or ’40s — much longer, more complex sentences, much longer books.At age 9? We moved. I remember climbing up onto the roof of the church next door (someone had left a ladder) — my brother and I found a Frisbee up there, which we considered quite a treasure.

  2. Nancy Drew-yes. Climbing really tall trees-yes. Ballet, tap, softball, swimteam, pottery, piano-activities. Reading and board games (Clue and risk). That might be when we watched Brady Bunch and Partridge Family because I don’t remember watching TV at night only in reruns in the afternoon and it started rerunning in 75 (maybe I watched BB or PF at 10 or 11 but possibly 9).

  3. Yep… Nancy Drew fan here… also the Bobbsey Twins as well as Casper and Richie Rich comic books, We played in the woods making forts and thinking up elaborate games, Barbies and roller skates that hooked over the toes and heels of your shoes, bicycles with a banana seat and a daisy basket in front. Swimming lessons, summer camps with folk songs and tie dye shirts and ponchos.

  4. Love your shelves! I now know exactly what to do once mine is old enough to wield power tools.I don’t remember any specific books, which is weird because I always read a lot. I do remember lots of bike riding and playing at the park with my friends. And moving in the middle of the school year, which was horribly traumatic for my painfully shy 10 y.o. self.

  5. Those shelves are amazing! Can I rent those kids for a weekend? I have a bunch of stuff around here I can’t seem to get Mom #2 off her butt to get done. It sounds like you’re on a quest to “reposition yourself” (I heard that term on Dr. Phil, not sure exactly what it means – but he uses that phrase for people at turning points in their lives). Just enjoy the ride. Your natural inclinations will rise to the top before you know it.

  6. About the power tools…Alexander has just started with the pocket knife…he is learning his pocket knife promise. I am all kerflumpt about that …can’t imagine actual bookcases.

  7. OMG,, That book is haunting me. I swear to you, that book turns up everywhere and taunts me. It turned up in my house and I haven’t a clue where it came from. I have boys that do not have girls that are friends (yet) and it’s not mine. I get rid of it and it COMES BACK. I gave it to my niece and she forgot it and moved to FLORIDA. I come here today and a Florida woman has it on her blog. I promise you, I’ll burn that book next time it turns up! lol!

  8. Crystal! I’m sorry the book is haunting you and I’m sorry I’m tempted to go take the copy from my mom’s bookshelves and mail it to you – just because. But I won’t! Why are you scared of good old Nancy? Her of the titian hair, fresh frocks and new pumps? Gail, I read my mom’s books and they were from the 40’s-50’s. I love them so much more than the “new” Nancy. I’m happy to know I wasn’t the only “climber” too – a roof frisbee? That IS a treasure.Claire, we’re the same age (ok, you’re a bit younger) the Brady Bunch and Patridge Family were when we were 5-6. Did you actually play Risk or just let your army die as quickly as possible? I love board games, but have never liked Risk.Regi! We had the same bike. My bike had a beautiful banana seat that was white with rose vines all over it – and I had the basket to match. I was sooo cool. Lisa, it’s always a good thing to teach kids to use power tools. It’s scary at first, but worth it in the end. Weird that you don’t remember your books. I have always been a reader, but sometimes I’m surprised when I’m with the kids in the library and an old book will just JUMP at me and I remember reading it a million years ago.

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