Seven years and eight months ago, I signed up for babycenter.com, excited to be pregnant with my first child. Each week, I’d get an email telling me the baby was the size of some food item, ranging from a poppyseed to a cantaloupe. Though picturing my baby as a “large shrimp” was gross, I loved reading what was going on in there and as the baby grew, so did my excitement.
After Clay was born, I continued to get the emails, and they’d often appear in my inbox at the exact time when I was wondering why he was doing something new (and often weird). As a new mom, I loved the timely information. Developmental stages are less pronounced as kids get older, so in recent years I felt like I needed them less. And let’s be honest, with two kids, I had less time to read them.
Then today, on Clay’s seventh birthday, the subject line of the babycenter email caught my eye: “The lovable sevens.” I opened it to read, “Congrats! You’re entering one of the most rewarding phases of parenthood. Now your child requires less hands-on supervision and care, but he still looks up to you for guidance and support. His curiosity, excitement, and eagerness to learn make him a charming companion in the year ahead. His academic interests begin to take shape, too. Growing exposure to science, writing math and other subjects will give you a sense of where his natural interests lie.”
I could have written that myself, I thought! The past few months have been such a joy with Clay. We can take him anywhere. He can make a sandwich, take the dog out and keep his room clean. He’s sweet to me and his sister and the dog (even when he nips at his ankles). He’s goofy, but reliable. Friendly and honest.
For years I didn’t see much of me in Clay. The sweet parts of him were Chase and the naughty parts were his Uncle Mikey. He now loves to read, so he is mine after all! He’s always loved sports, and it’s so fun for him to have that in common with his dad. He asks questions (so many questions!) and genuinely loves learning. He likes math, and he’s good at it (where did that come from?). He can tell you sports stats from the 80s and more facts about marine life than I will ever know. He is still strong willed and impulsive at times, but I love that about him. Very few successful people have gotten where they are today without asking questions and taking chances.
We spent this past weekend at Disneyland for what has become our annual tradition for celebrating the kids’ birthdays. When we started this tradition three years ago, Clay went on a few rides, but nothing too fast or scary. This year he rode the biggest roller coaster four times. Three years ago we had to take a break for a nap and missed the fireworks. This year our break was in the pool, and we watched two of the nighttime shows. He’s growing up.
Seven is fun during the day – and at night he still wants to cuddle with me. I’m looking forward to more of the lovable sevens. Happy 7th birthday, Clay!!! I love you more every day!
This time of year is always hard for me – full of highs and lows, celebrations and mourning. My dad died in between my kids’ birthdays. Maybe it happened that way for a reason. Because having a newborn and a not-quite two-year-old kept me from finding solace in a bottle of Ketel and a pack of Parliaments. Avery being physically dependent on me to grow and thrive made me pull myself together in a way that I might not have otherwise. Now that they’re older, having pool parties and trips to Disneyland to enjoy, as bookends to my least favorite day of the year, keeps my sadness at bay a bit.
Remember when you could hold your cell phone while driving? In those days, my dad was usually the person on the other end of the line. I used my commute to check in with my parents, alternating between my mom and dad, depending the day.
Although my mom and I are close, if there was something really big going on in my life, I would call my dad. If it was good news, he’d be so happy for me that I could hear it through the phone. If it was bad, his soothing voice made me instantly feel better. If I just wanted to chat, he’d do that too, telling me about work or the great deal he got at Costco that day.
So often lately, I’ve wanted to call my dad. I so desperately want to hear his voice. I want to tell him crazy work stories or the latest thing Clay did in school. But it’s been five years since I was able to do that.
I wish I could remember what our last phone conversation was about, but I had a two-week-old baby, so it’s all a blur. I do remember talking a bit about his plan to come to California in a couple weeks, after he finished a big work project. No big deal, I thought, I’d see him soon and talk to him the next day.
Except I never did. The phone call didn’t come from him the next day. It came in the form of many missed calls from my mom and brother and then a conversation with my brother that ended with me on the floor of my bedroom, in shock.
I don’t talk on the phone much now. Maybe not being able to talk to my dad took the fun out of it. I could always picture his smile on the other end. His support, pride and love oozed through the phone.
My brother called me this week. We talk almost every day, but usually through text or instant message and rarely on the phone. I had a ton of things I should have been doing when he called, but I ignored the laundry and the dishes. And just chatted. Shared what was going on in my life – good and bad. Maybe he knew. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe I have a new phone buddy.
I’m thankful for the 31 years of great conversation I had with my dad. He was my biggest cheerleader and his silly stories (about getting shot in the foot and almost catching his house on fire) sometimes made me laugh until I cried.
Call your parents today. Call them every day. Sometimes you just sit on the other end of the phone in silence when they’re telling boring stories about their colleagues and neighbors you don’t even know. Other times they give you advice, telling you everything is going to be okay when you feel like your world is falling apart – then when they’re gone you’ll feel like it really is.
Five years in, I’m doing better. But I’d still do anything for one last phone call…
I was woken early this morning with a loud whisper of, “I’m five today!” I smiled, rolled over and told Avery to get in the bed. She fell back asleep quickly while I laid my head on the pillow and remembered the early morning on this day five years ago, when I first became a mom to a girl. She was a perfect baby, dressed in pink. The pink hasn’t changed, though the quiet little thing now talks from dawn til dusk.
I should clarify, she sometimes talks, but more often she sings. Dancing is also common. It’s like living in a Disney show and sometimes it’s a bit much, but Avery just can’t help herself, it’s who she is. In fact as I type this she’s putting on a performance in front of the mirror in the mermaid tail we got her for her birthday. I envision a weekend full of performances – and look forward to every one.
As dramatic as she is, Avery gets along with everyone. She just loves people – and the feeling is mutual. From her great grandma to babies, she’s equally comfortable and loving. She’s often the center of attention, even among Clay’s friends. It’s not easy to hold your own with a group of six- and seven-year-old boys, but she makes it look like it is. I jokingly say she’s a leader, not bossy, but some of the boys may disagree. I know this will serve her well in the future, so I’m okay with it, even if it makes me crazy at times (like when she insists on wearing crazy clothes out of the house).
As I lay in bed this morning trying to remember what life was like before Avery was in it, I just can’t. It’s unimaginable because she is so much a part of me – and our family. Like every age so far, I’m sure five will be fabulous for Avery Grace. Happy birthday, baby girl!
We’ve all heard the saying that women marry someone like their dad, and as we get further into our marriage I see more of my dad in Chase. He loves a good chat, a good beer and above all, his family. He puts us first all the time and even when our kids are crazy, he treasures his time with them. There is no place he’d rather be.
This morning the kids were so excited to jump on him in bed to wish him happy birthday. He is their idol. He’s a good role model. If Clay grows up to be half the man – and husband – his father is, we’ll have done our job.
I’ve written before that marriage hasn’t been particularly hard for us, not because ours is perfect (no one’s is), but because I found the perfect person for me. He is my biggest supporter and has never once told me I couldn’t or shouldn’t do something. Even when he probably should have.
I’m sure that’s because he’s a true partner in every sense of the word. He has the thankless job of getting the kids to school in the mornings. He cooks dinner and does bath time while I’m working out. Then he goes outside to throw the ball for the dog. Even today, on his birthday, he’s dropping off chairs to some lady from craigslist because I’ve decided to re-decorate the living room, and she lives close to his office and has a small car.
He’s good friend, and the best husband and father a girl could ask for. Happy birthday, pookie!
I remember early on in my parenting journey, a friend told me that life gets easier when your youngest child turns four. Just over six months ago when Avery turned four and Clay turned six, I joked with Chase that we could no longer use “having little kids” as an excuse for anything (piles of laundry, eating grilled cheese for dinner, etc.).
From April to the end of the year, we continued flying through life, not realizing that things were, in fact, getting easier. It took two weeks at home with the kids for Christmas break for it to hit me. Having kids that are four and six is easy(ish)!
My reluctance for us to go back to school and work today brought me to this realization. For more than two weeks, we had nice leisurely days. The kids let the dog out and fed him. I didn’t get out of bed until after 7:00 a.m. (this is a big deal in a house full of early risers). We came and went as we pleased, not rushing home for naps or worrying that someone wouldn’t behave appropriately in a particular restaurant. I took photos of our daily activities and posted them on Facebook, wanting to document our time together, but not really understanding the significance until today.
No, they can’t make gourmet meals or drive me around. I still have to remind Avery to brush her hair and Clay to put his socks in his laundry basket. But, I’ll be damned, they can do these things themselves!
I had lunch with coworkers today who have “little kids,” and they were both joking that they were glad to get back to work. I’ve felt that before – the need for adult conversation and the exhaustion from constantly doing something for someone else. This was the first year I didn’t feel it at all…because my kids are growing up. They are cool little people and while strong-willed children, of which I have two, will never be “easy,” they sure are a lot of fun.
For those of you surrounded by diapers and sippy cups, watching Disney Junior while your kids throw Cheerios on the floor, take heart. It will get easier before you know it. For a while, at least…eventually we’ll all have teenagers!
Since school started in August I’ve felt like this, and it’s seemed more crazy the past two weeks. Work and family and social commitments running into one another, making Chase and I feel like we were just ships passing in the night. The kids asking why I was working on Saturday night and why Chase had missed their soccer games.
Today I realized I needed a break. Not a long one, but more than one minute in the bathroom, which is all I’ve had lately. I took 10. Instead of inhaling lunch at my desk, I kicked off my boots and slipped on my flip flops. As I walked down to the beach, I passed the office of the local newspaper, reminding me that I need to contact one of their reporters about an event next week. I almost turned back, but kept going.
I walked quickly, thinking my destination was just what I needed. I sat on a bench on the beach, alone with my thoughts.
Taking just 10 minutes of uninterrupted time, I quickly remembered that this very place (La Jolla) was where the best part of my adult life began. It reminded me that I do housework because I have a roof over my head. I hustle to get work done because I have a busy day job and a growing side business. I run the kids to soccer practice because they’re healthy and like being active. I pack lunches because these little people need to eat. I rush to happy hour when I’m tired because relationships matter to me. I stay up too late and sacrifice sleep because I want to lay in bed and talk to my partner in life.
10 minutes of silence in what seems like months’ worth of chaos made me realize that all the commitments in my life exist because I’ve worked hard in my career, have an amazing family and wonderful friends. I’m so thankful for this place, these people and this life.
Who knew that 10 minutes would give me such clarity? When you have time, take 10. You won’t regret it.
I’m a Dailey Method devotee, and our barre instructors end class with stretching and inspirational words. Occasionally they focus on being grateful for the “abundance” in your life.
Abundance is an interesting concept, really. One definition is, “the state or condition of having a copious quantity of something; plentifulness,” but I tended to think of of abundance as having more of something than you really need. Turns out my perception may have been skewed, as another definition is “plentifulness of the good things of life; prosperity.”
Clearly I didn’t start this blog because I felt like I had an abundance of time or money. I hate wasting either and was looking for more of both. But, in reality, I had plenty of the good things in life. I just didn’t recognize it.
I came to this realization lying on the floor in Lululemon attire, in a private workout studio. The clothes and workouts are not inexpensive. I spend an hour of my time going to work out, not needing to be at a third job to pay the bills, like some parents do. I leave class and get gas, spending $90 to fill my tank. I’m annoyed it costs that much (ugh taxes), but I don’t wonder how I’ll pay for it. I rush to Costco because I always feel rushed, but that’s who I am. I’m type A and want things to be done quickly. I fill my cart with things I need and a few impulse purchases. Again, without worrying about the cost.
I go home and fill my fridge with (mostly) healthy and nourishing food. In our home in a beautiful and safe neighborhood, with good schools for our kids. Abundance.
I have the best family and friends anyone could hope for – and time to spend with them. Abundance.
I work with wonderful people, doing work I enjoy, in an office near the beach. I have a steady paycheck and great benefits. Abundance.
My side business allows me to do more for my family and to help others make money. Abundance.
The two small people and the one big one who live in my house bring me joy every day. (Even on the days when Clay doesn’t listen or Avery takes 30 minutes to get in bed or Chase leaves his shoes downstairs). Abundance.
Let’s be honest, I’m not going to stop looking for ways to save time or money. But, I’m going to revel in the fact that I have all that I need. A prosperous, beautiful life, for which I’m grateful every day.
This weekend, we were invited to a 40th birthday party for one of Chase’s childhood friends. Another weekend with friends, which is great, but also another weekend traveling, eating (and drinking) too much and not getting enough sleep. After the past few weeks, Chase understood when I suggested that the kids and I stay home.
We ordered pizza last night and watched TV. We went to bed early and slept in late (7:30 is late, right?). Today the kids took a gymnastics class while I worked out. We spent the afternoon swimming, then played and watched horse racing before picking up up Chick-Fil-A for mom and kid movie night.
Somehow the kids convinced me to let Avery sleep in Clay’s bed tonight. I laid in between them to tell a story and afterward started to rub their heads, something they both like when going to sleep. Clay looked over with a smile and said, “There is nothing better than this. Nothing better in the whole world.”
He wasn’t complimenting my head rubbing skills. He went on to tell me that nothing makes him happier than to be here together. Of course we miss Chase, but this weekend was just what we needed. With work and social commitments, life can get crazy. Sometimes I just need to take a step back and spend time with my family. Because there really is nothing better than this.
It’s been a crazy week here in San Diego. A wild fire broke out down the street from our home on Tuesday, and since then eight more have started. As an East Coast girl, fires are still unfamiliar and unnerving to me, though we were evacuated in 2007 when I was pregnant with Clay, so this isn’t my first go-round.
As much as I hate emergency situations, I am always amazed how they bring out the best in people. I first noticed this in D.C. after 9/11. The city seemed different: united, patriotic. It is a strange coincidence that the day the National September 11 Memorial Museum opened in New York, we were experiencing an emergency in my new(ish) hometown.
It started on Tuesday, when my son’s school was evacuated. My phone went crazy with people offering to pick him up for me. The next day when there was a flare up nearby, the same thing happened and one friend grabbed him from school, and he spent the afternoon with another friend and her daughter.
I remember when Chase and I visited our current neighborhood for the first time and said we didn’t want to live in a “cookie-cutter” subdivision. That opinion changed quickly when Clay was born, and I’m so glad it did. In addition to old friends who live nearby, we have new friendships with people we’ve met through my workout studio, soccer, baseball and school. It’s a sense of community I’ve never felt before, and I’m so thankful for it.
San Diego is very spread out and though each community has a slightly different vibe, this week we were united. People came from other parts of town to take animals home when shelters were evacuated. Businesses and organizations in fire-safe areas opened their doors to those who needed a safe place to shower or eat. Families brought treats to firefighters. College students (who don’t have a lot of money) donated to Red Cross fundraising efforts. The YMCA provided free child care for families when parents had to work while their kids’ schools were closed. Restaurants offered discounts to first responders and evacuated families.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss the East Coast (minus the bugs and humidity) sometimes. But this week, I’ve realized that San Diego is my home. I’m proud to be part of a community, that, in time of need, really comes together. In a city of three million people, many of whom are from somewhere else, it’s nice to see.
After days of smoky skies like the photos above, we decided to head to my in-laws’ home at the beach last night, just for peace of mind. You can’t see the smoke over the sunset, and it was a beautiful reminder of the place where my life with Chase started and how grateful I am to be part of this wonderful community.
Stay safe, everyone!
Six years ago, we had burritos from our local taco shop to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, so when my 34-week pregnant body felt off on May 6, I blamed it on my overindulgence the night before. That is, until I realized my stomach felt weird every eight minutes. Never having been in labor before (and the fact I wasn’t due for another five weeks), I was shocked when my doctor’s office told me to head to the hospital. Clay was tiny, but healthy, and we were heading home a short 48 hours later. I loved him more than I thought possible, and can’t believe my little munchkin turns six today!
I joke about Clay’s inability to be quiet for more than three minutes, but I secretly love it. I love how his mind works, the questions he asks and the stories he tells. There is little question in my mind that he’ll be a lawyer, and more recently I’ve realized that politics could also be a good career choice for him. It’s not just his ability to remember everyone’s first and last name. I’ve been in a room with Bill Clinton and though I don’t agree with his politics, he’s bright, witty and charming. Clay has all of those skills in spades, and I have faith that he’ll use them for good and not evil. Because behind all the talking and negotiating, he’s a really good kid.
While Avery makes me laugh, Clay makes me breathe a sigh of relief. He’s my dependable child. The voice of reason, who often talks his wild sister down from a (sometimes literal) ledge while looking over at me with a quick eye roll and a smile. My first born, follow-the-rules child is determined to save that silly little girl from herself.
Following in his dad’s footsteps, Clay always puts other people’s feelings first, and he is such a good big brother. When he got to pick a prize out of the box at school last week, he automatically grabbed two. Not to be selfish, but so his sister could have one, too. Every milestone in her life from her first words to finally realizing this weekend that she can swim without a floatie, he’s always been her biggest cheerleader, proudly jumping up and down at her latest accomplishment.
Every night before bed, I ask Clay, “What was the best part of your day?” His response 98 percent of the time? “Seeing you, Mommy.” His response is so telling. Though I know he’s telling me what I want to hear (see above about his charm), it’s genuine. He loves school and his friends, but at the end of the day, family means everything to him. He loves watching (and playing) sports with his dad, baking with me and playing with his sister, cousins, grandparents, aunt and uncles.
I’m so proud of the big boy Clay is becoming. Seeing him is the best part of my day, too. Happy birthday, munchkin!