Thursday, March 25, 2010

Just another day

What does it say about your life when nothing you did today was noteworthy? You have no exciting activity to share, no perspective on an event you might have taken part in, or even neighborhood gossip! Is this a good thing? Make no mistake my life is busy. I do my best to always put my kids first, spend time playing, reading, joking, talking, but I do have things I have to get done each day as well. But for some reason today I've got nothing but a list. Here are the highlights: I took Bobby to a great park, where he got a little dizzy on the tire swing, we had a fun lunch at BJ's totally enthralled in the amazing Magic Bullet infomercial, I had my stamping friends over to make some projects which turned out really cute after stressing all week about what the hell I was going to teach, and I even MADE dinner, no take-out. Funny how we can eat out at breakfast and lunch, but if I make dinner the day was a huge success for me! :) I am looking forward to the plan for tomorrow which is to get the house back in order. Why is it when the house is in order, life is in order. It's a paradox that makes me crazy, because I HATE cleaning house. Thankfully tomorrow is just "picking up" day. :) Then something fun with Bobby again and off to baseball. It's a simple life, but I love it!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Ain't no "Soccer Mom"

The boys have done soccer, basketball, and football, but I AM A BASEBALL MOM! I love this game! I love watching my boys play. I love being out in the sun. I love seeing all my friends out there. I love watching the battle between the pitcher and each batter. I love the suspense of a fly ball to the outfield; will he catch it, will he not? I love the action of the infield, especially those close calls at first. And let's not forget the hot dogs! Yum! I have a hat or a t-shirt, or both for each boy's team, and baseball bracelets. There are lots of similarities between soccer moms and baseball moms. They all have the fan gear, and there are those of us that love to cheer loud (no matter how many times the kids ask us to stop it), but I bet the largest similarity is probably the back of our cars. It's most likely a minivan or SUV, cuz how else would you fit all that crap! Bat bags, extra clothes, shoes, a towel is always a good idea, spectator chairs for those fields that don't have bleachers, a blanket for the cold nights, a sun umbrella for the hot days, a cooler with drinks and snacks for the kid that doesn't have a game (and Dad), and then the bag with sunscreen, water, an extra ball and mitt (again, for the kid not playing), there are a million other things that can go in that bag! What's in yours?
Anyway, Monday and Tuesday were the boys first games and they both looked great. I love watching them be proud of their own performances and seeing them encourage their teammates. I am a baseball mom. I feel like I've come back to life after being stuck inside all winter. Yay spring! I can't help but wonder, though, what life will look like when it's all over. I am not afraid to admit, it is a huge part of my life. I identify with the whole thing probably a little too much. It will be a sad season when I'm no longer the baseball mom. I know it's a long way off, but if you have kids you know, life goes by so quickly. I'm going to try to enjoy it year after year and when it's all over, I'll jump in the car and head to SF to see the Giants, and the only thing I'm bringin' is my mitt and beer money!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Home Sweet Home

I remember the day Aaron argued his point of why we should move to Elk Grove. He had gotten up for work and I was still in bed. He made all good points, in fact I couldn't come up with one rebuttal, which if you know me, you know is nearly unheard of! I had to admit defeat! I threw the covers up over my head and told him to go, pick a house, call me with the address and I'd meet him there! It was a hideous toddler style tantrum. I was born in San Jose, I lived my whole life in the same house, my ENTIRE family lived within a 1 hour radius. I knew Elk Grove would be a good move for us, but I just couldn't imagine being away from the city and the family that I knew.
We have been here 8 years. We are still exploring the area, and experiencing the local traditions. My favorites; Leatherby's and tubing down the river. As we were sitting at Palermo's Ristorante, a new Elk Grove tradition (and a must try! www.palermos-ristorante.com) I realized how at home I felt in this town. I don't know that it matters that it's Elk Grove though. It is being with my husband and my boys. Experiencing life in this town together and with all the people we have built priceless friendships with that make Elk Grove our home town.
I have written and rewritten this entry, but try as I might, I can not express how blessed I feel to be surrounded by such amazing people in this community. I have beautiful girlfriends that I can call on to go to lunch with, stamp with, pick up my kids, vent, laugh, cry, all who help me be a better woman. Having a support system like that makes me feel at home.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

What happened to me?

Do you ever ask yourself this question? Do you remember waking up one morning and thinking "Who am I?". I know it's the case for so many of us. Our lives are ever-changing and often in the chaos of work, children, and other responsibilities we lose sight of who we were, the things we loved. It's not that change is bad. I think change in the form of growth is positive and strengthening for our spirit. But the repercussions of discarding what makes us light up inside due to lack of time or replacing them with responsibilities can be devastating. You only get one life, right? We all want to live it to the fullest. You wanted to be an astronaut or a baseball player or a concert pianist. Maybe that's not the path your life took, but do you have to give it up? Couldn't you still visit the planetarium, organize games with friends and family or teach other people to play piano? What did you love when you were a kid? For me it was dancing. I still love it! I am lucky, dancing is a simple thing to continue, at the gym, at the club, at home in the living room with my kids. Different seasons of our lives allow us different opportunities. I may take a class soon, when I have the time and can afford it. Maybe tap or ballroom with my husband. These are the things that keep us happy. Remembering the dreams, maintaining the whimsy in our lives. There are so many ways to fit in what you love. You may not love your job, you may have young children you are caring for, but be creative. Find a way to keep the light inside shining!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A memory

I heard that a friend from school past away last night. I have seen so many people in my life from the past and present die before their time. I am saddened for the loss and for his family. Kenny Lipska and I didn't keep in touch after high school and until this happened I hadn't heard what he had been up to. But I think that sharing your memories of the person is what keeps their spirit alive in the hearts of their close friends and family. So here is my most vivid memory of Kenny. It was the summer after 6th grade. He and I had just met that year when we started at Steinbeck. I don't know that there was a girl at school that hadn't noticed that smile and those eyes. Looking back, he may have been our "McDreamy". I knew I wasn't ever going to be his type, but as a girl that age does, I could hope. So, back to our summer day. I was at home alone, with my 7 year old sister, while our parents were at work. We were passing the time playing, as we did everyday. That day it was restaurant. We had gotten into our dress up box, and some of our mom's clothes and shoes and jewelry to play our parts. We were just about to wrap things up when I noticed someone come to the door. They hadn't knocked, they were just stopping to drop off a flyer and was I shocked when I noticed it was Kenny. Here I am in my mom's clothes, playing with my little sister, not the ideal way to been seen by "McDreamy", so I thought I'd just let him keep going, right? Well, the mistake was telling my little sister who it was. She flew open the door and yelled something at him (I don't remember what) that caused him to turn around, and hello, there I was at the door. I panicked for just a moment, then asked him what he was doing in my neighborhood and if he might want something to drink, whew, quick thinkin'! I thought I had almost avoided too much embarrassment, until he asked what we had been doing and my sister spilled the whole story.
Looking back, it's a sweet story to laugh at, but I will never forget how mortified I felt in the moment. That's my Kenny memory, that's always the one that pops in my head when I think of Ken. But tonight as I watched my husband show our son how to improve his swing my heart broke thinking of Ken's boys and what they and his wife have lost. For that I am so sorry and I pray they will find peace.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A blog a day...

In an effort to write more, and at the urging of my friends I will be blogging every day. I'm not sure this will help to gain the 100 followers I am hoping for, as I don't know that my life is that interesting...
Tonight my son and I went to In -N- Out for burgers. (If you are noticing that a lot of my blogs have to do with eating out, please look past it, I have issues that I will not be tackling in this entry :) As we walked toward the door I noticed a man in grungy clothes, pull up on his bicycle, stop at the front door to get something to eat as well. I thought to myself, this guy might be able to use an In N Out gift card. He came in somewhere behind us, we were already sitting down when he went up to order. We had a table very close to the register, so I was able to listen in a bit. He ordered a double cheeseburger in a very definitive way. It was almost funny how sure he was of what he wanted, I came to the conclusion that the man was just HUNGRY! As he was counting out his nickels, dimes and quarters, I got up to fill my drink with ice. (Whenever I ask one of my kids to get me my drink, they always forget the ice!) I turned from the drink station and noticed the look on the cashiers face and then looked at him looking back up at the menu, and I knew what I was going to do. I had known it from the moment I saw him pull up on his bike. I only had $2 in cash. I quickly grabbed it out of my wallet and hopped over to the counter. I asked them if he needed a little extra and the cashier said he needed a dollar. I put the 2 bills on the counter and said "here, this is for whatever you need", gave him a pat on the shoulder, and headed back to the table.
I was thrilled to be in a position to do something to help someone. More importantly, my son was moved by it. I know it was a small gesture but it made a huge impact at our house and I hope it restored that man's faith in humanity for the day. It made me wonder how Jesus must have felt. He was able to do this times 1000! I just thanked God for letting me be there to help this man today. I would challenge you to keep your heart and eyes open for these small opportunities to give someone a hand. The feeling is an indescribable blessing. Please share these moments with me as they arise. I would bet that the more open you are, the more opportunities will come your way.