The other day my son got off the bus from summer camp and I noticed his legs were full of pen marks. He looked like a tic-tac-toe board. When I asked how it happened he answered with the typical 8-year old response, “I don’t remember.” Sigh. Later that evening, while he was in the bath, and I was helping him scrub all the pen markings off his legs, I asked him again. He tells me that while he was on the camp bus he was holding a pen and then fell asleep and someone must have taken the pen out of his hand and drew all over him. Oh, okay. He then altered the story and said the pen must have dropped on his legs while he was asleep and made the markings.
I decided to put him (and me) out the excruciating misery that was this tale and make him tell me the truth. I asked if this was a make believe story or a true story (like I really needed to ask), and once I assured him he wouldn’t get in trouble he fessed up and said he was indeed the body pen artist.
This summer the weather gods have been with my family allowing us to spend practically every weekend at the beach. Nothing makes me happier. I can literally sit in the sand or stand by the ocean’s edge for hours in total self-reflection mode and get lost in my own thoughts.
This past weekend, during my intense reflective time, I wondered if my fascination would wane as I got older. Easy answer – no way! All the things I loved doing at the beach as a kid I still love doing today. Unless you count the extended recovery time it now takes from being thrashed around in the rough surf. I’m definitely not 13 years old anymore, something another mom quickly pointed out to me as a huge wave tossed me on land like a dead fish. This got me thinking about beach experiences everyone should have no matter your age. I’m sure there are more but these are on my must-do list. Note: This list does not include wearing a hat or using a high SPF. I’m not your mother and you should know that already.
The other day my 8-year old came home from summer camp asking me to buy him weights so he could build up his muscles. The look on my face must have confused him so he quickly explained that “everyone” was making fun of him because he didn’t have strong muscles. What 8-year old does? Then he proceeded to flex his little arms to show me. I had to hide my laughter. I’m not quite sure at what age it is appropriate for boys or girls to start working on their physical appearance but I’m pretty sure it’s not before they lose all their teeth, at least in America.
This is not a political post; I don’t write those – although I have lots to say on the topic. It’s a common sense post. How is it possible that anyone today still think his or her emails are private? I’m sure I’m outing myself as to how old I am, but those of us who started in the workforce before the invention of email know firsthand how quickly an email you never meant to send can ruin your day. And we also know – or should – that there’s no such thing as a fully deleted (or fully private) email. I was constantly reminded this fact by IT professionals all the time.
Once again I’m reminded that I need to stay away from celebrity trash on the Internet. I can’t help myself, sometimes it’s just too hard to look away, especially when the story is so ridiculous. The latest train wreck is the “outrage” over Victoria Beckham kissing her daughter on the lips. What? Since when did kissing your child on the lips become outrageous? I must have missed that memo from the self-righteous Mommy police.
My 8-year old son asked me a question the other day that I actually didn’t know how to answer. No, he didn’t ask where babies come from – although he has asked that before and I typically change the subject. It’s way too soon for that conversation. His question was actually more complicated. He wanted to know whom I was voting for President. My expression was blank as if he asked me where babies come from but unfortunately this time I wasn’t going to get away with changing the subject. The simple reason for my blankness – I actually don’t know.
Almost 10 years ago I was sitting at work and I got a call from my husband who said, “How would you like to go to Paris for our first wedding anniversary?” Imagine my surprise since our 1-year anniversary was actually that weekend. I remember my answer was swift, “When do we leave?” I had never been to Paris and it was definitely on my bucket list. I had always been so curious and anxious to experience the culture, history, architecture, art, fashion, nightlife, cafes, and mostly, the food.
For the past 5 years I’ve had the privilege of working with a wonderful organization called the Hannah Storm Foundation. Now many of you will note that one of my closest friends happens to be Hannah Storm so it may not sound all that special that I work with her foundation. While it’s true Hannah and I have been friends for more than half our lives, and have shared pretty much every life occasion together – happy and sad – one of the most special things we’ve shared is the work her foundation does for children.