and excerpt from an email thread between a friend of mine and myself on the subject of man children and the issues at hand....

The thing is, he KNOWS he's loved by many in Colorado, he KNOWS he's got a solid support system here.  I don't think he cares, he just wants what he wants and he wants it right now.  Damn the consequences or who it hurts.  Weren't we just talking about this on text Sunday?  About how we knew everything and no one could tell us otherwise?  The only way to learn is through experience and as painful as it might be for those who love us to bare witness to this, it's how most of us are built.  Most of us with the curse and blessing of true independant and free spirits anyway.  It took me a LONG, LONG time to figure out how my actions and choices impact others, but mostly, how they impact me.  Because really, when you hurt others by being selfish and irresponsible with their love, your only hurting yourself.  But I had to hurt a lot of people to figure that out, thankfully for me they stuck by me anyway.  Max deserves that same opportunity, to fall down, to break sh*t and to still be loved. 

That doesn't mean I don't have my own boundaries.  They might change, but for now, I know what I have to do and it's funny, it seems like my boundaries are really only hurting me.  Isn't that a rub?  Max seems to have no conception of what I'm really saying here and how badly it hurts me to do so.  Meanwhile, most everyone around me (with a few exceptions) are like "Well DUH Sarah, he can't be your baby forever" and I'm like well why the hell not?  Motherhood seriously is the most enlightening and painful experience I believe I've ever known.  No one in this world can fill my heart up like that kid and then break it in an instant.

Some of this, I know, is me having to do this work on myself. I need to learn to let my hopes and expectations for him be maliable and stop trying to push him into what "I" want for him. Even if everyone knows what "I" want for him is the right thing :)  I'm also having to manage the change of it all, which I'm not known for doing very well to begin with.  Even when he makes me CRAZY, I'm still 100% happier when he's with me and to have that ripped away again, well it hurts.  An awful lot.

Today is a day of celebrtaion for me anyway, I'm working from home and taking the opportunity to plant some more things that make me smile in honor of a years worth of clarity and internal growth.  There was a time when this kind of thing with Max would've put me into a tail spin.  And it is has, but I have learned how to look inwardly and find the root of what's pushing those buttons and deal with them instead of hating on everyone else in the process.  I did not handle all of this as well as I'd hoped and really started a lot of negative self talk about how this all must be me.  There's something wrong with me, my mother hates me and my son doesn't want anything to do with me either.  That kind of really horribel self defacing stuff.  I shut that b*tch up right quick.

Kids.  They can fill your heart with love and break it all in the same day.  The boy is opting to return to Wyoming for the summer and forgo school this fall.  Just like that.  Last night he announces this, out of the blue, after a graduation party and starting the process of registering him for vocational school, including financial aid subsidized by mom, just *poof*

It’s a cycle sadly.  I wish it weren’t.   Things get to “deep” or “hard” where he’s at and he bails, runs like the wind.   I know he’s got to go his own way and become his own man and blah blah blah, but after a lot of tears last night and feeling REALLY hurt that he’s just not buying what I’m selling, today at least I’m not feeling mean.  Last night, I felt mean.  REAL mean.  Like, how dare you pull this crap after I’ve tried and tried and gave and gave.  What gives you the right to change your mind after I’ve put SO much into trying to help you.

That’s a mom’s mantra tho, right?   We love and love, we give and give, we sacrifice, we martyr (LOL) all for our children.  MY dream for him, may not be HIS dream for him.  Do I feel a little used?  Yes.  Do I feel a little manipulated?  Yes.  Do I think he did it on purpose?  No.  I think he’s a young man, out in the world, trying to make his way.

What I DO get to do though, is choose how “I” will react and my reaction is this:

I will no longer provide a roof over your head, food, financial support of any kind unless you are in school.  If you choose to hit the road off to Wyoming and NOT return for school in the fall, the gravy train is over my friend. 

He’s still going.  He wants what he wants.  Too bad momma’s hearts break so very easily, huh?

I’ll get there in time, but right now, I’m riding the waves of how I feel (I’ve learned this is ok to do that, and then get over it) and wishing him the best. 

Pugs and pugs, oh my….

Thought I’d share a few of my favorite pug sites! 

I check this one daily, so very funny:
http://bahhumpug.blogspot.com/2012/06/hurry.html

http://www.pugvillage.com/

http://pugspot.com/

http://dailypuglet.blogspot.com/

http://wilmathepug.blogspot.com/

Life is good otherwise, albeit a bit on the wild side.  Things have picked up at work considerably and I am thrilled, other than it being right before Max’s big grad party coming up this weekend.  Jeesh, the Universe has a funny sense of humor sometimes eh?  I thrive on being just on the verge of too busy, so luckily all this activity keeps me focused and full of energy.  A body in motion stays in motion and all that.

It is HOT already in Colorado and we are challenged with keeping the pugs cool during the very hot days and nights.   I’m feeling anxious about it until we find a solid solution, which I know we will with time.  Until then, they get lots of cool wet towels and ice cubes.

Life is good, a nagging issue to report but not feeling ready to do so publically.  So for now, will sign off and wish you all a happy happy day!

XO
S

Pain, part 2

Well, the ole toothers is gone.  No amount of root canalling, crowning, antibiotics or pain medication was going to manage that puppy.  Fractured teeth typically aren’t salvageable and we’d suspected all along it was fractured, but went ahead with doing what we could to save it.  No dice.   Such is life and while I feel strange having this hole in my head where my tooth should be (bottom left farthest back molar btw) I feel just as strangely relieved.  It’s actually smarting quite a lot today, pretty angry.  That makes sense I guess.  I’ve heard up to 2 weeks for the pain to really subside, luckily though, my body is being kind and it’s not bleeding like there is a hole the dam, as a lot of people have reported.

Here’s the real rub though, and yes I can hear all of you sighing and rolling your eyes, but it is my reality.  Since I am again, hopelessly addicted to nicotine, I am about on my last nerve from withdrawals.  Yes, I’m still smoking ever ever so carefully.  Packed with gauze and then immediately rinsing with salt water.  This is only twice per day and let me tell you, I’m about to come unglued these past few days.  Addiction is such an ugly thing and I know smoking is H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E for me, but let’s tackle one thing at a time, yes?  I’m still learning how not to have a drink in my hand every Friday night, so I’ll take what I can get.  Which now that I re-read that sounds like addict talk, making excuses and living in denial.  I hate you nicotine.  Truly, you and I must part ways eventually.  But for now, I’ve got to get through another few days with very limited intake and between the pain, the antibiotics and smokers withdrawl, I could gnaw off my own foot if I had the chompers to do it with.

Oh well, at least I can have my other favorite drug in the world – COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Oh latte’s, how you light up my life.

In other news, I have a major working session next week at work on Monday and Tuesday.  With all of the managers, attempting to get buy in on a new process I am proposing. Through hashing out this new process with my team, I have gained some valuable insights on how things function and the culture and frankly, I’m feeling a little discouraged.  I’m trying to remain positive and insightful.  Growth takes time and I was brought on, in a very open manner, as means to try and curtail the circumvention of process and get things more in line, especially since we are legally bound to do so.  This isn’t just about best practices, this is real deal being held accountable type stuff.  BUT - SO much of what I do is about processes.  I feel I am losing my technical grasp slowly but surely.  I have a ton of skills that are being underutilized and I’ve brought this to the attention of my supervisor, but one thing I’ve learned is that change is slow go around here.  There are a lot of steps and approvals required before something, anything gets put into motion.  It’s a touch frustrating.  I’ve vowed to give it a solid year here and I will do so, but I can’t deny that I’ve already begun considering looking elsewhere.  Then I feel like I’d be crazy to do that.  On paper, this is my dream job.  I am doing community work, that at the end of the day, helps people and in amazing ways.  The employee benefits are outstanding and when I say benefits I mean the full spectrum of benefits, pay, flexibility, medical, dental, vision, retirement, etc…etc…etc…why would I leave such an incredible opportunity and there surely is that here, for me to grow and potentially move up should I so desire.  Right now though, I think I’d have to really ride it out for a long while to get there and things like disorder and bureaucracy drives me crazy and there is a lot of that.  A lot.  Isn’t that every where tho?  There is no “perfect” situation.  At least I can be in the same room with my boss now without cringing, yes?  That is progress if you ask me J

Well, I ought to get to it.  I’ve got to march through the day and then try to come up with an awesome meal on the fly for my company tonight.  My energy level has been poo this week, so it’ll be a mad scramble to pick up the house and cook something edible.  Thank the good sweet powers that be that I have really tolerant and understanding friend.

 

Happy weekend!

Pain

Another round of dental drama, appointment today 4:30 PM.  Same tooth, re-infected, golf ball forming on my face.  We’ll see what they say this afternoon, but I have a hunch that I’m going to lose it.  Which at this point, I am ok with.  It’s been 3 solid months of discomfort, office visits and expenses and way to  many antibiotics and pain medication.  I’m about over it, but need to remain objective about the next potential outcomes rather than let my pain dictate the outcome.  All I know is that most, if not all, of the options (except extraction) are quite pricey and mean yet more pain.

Pain is a funny thing.  I used to be so terrified of it.  Now, I guess I am less so.  Age and experience I suppose, has taught me that the fear of the pain is typically worse than the actual pain itself.  I really don’t need another thing pressing my anxiety buttons, so I’ll just deal with it when it comes rather than getting all worked up over it.  I’ve also found that medical related pain is often managed very effectively by caregivers.  They do not wish to see you in pain, so that helps a lot.  Just knowing that helps tremendously.  Even if I stay away from the pain medication or take it in very small doses, at least I know it’s there and people care. 

I am having more anxiety about missing work due to further appointments, not to mention the number of events coming in the coming weeks.  I cannot afford any real “down” time in the coming weeks, so hopefully my dentist will get that and work with me on times.  We’ll see what he says, I’m not convinced that I even like him all that much.  He has this sort of holier than thou attitude, like I’m a nuisance to him.  Once I get all this fixed, I’ll be looking for another dentist.  Unfortunately, I am stuck where I am due to insurance for the remainder of this treatment.  After that, I am free to go elsewhere and will probably do so.

Now, I just need to get through the day on ibuprofen alone and pray they can get this resolved sooner rather than later.

Happy Tuesday Friends, let’s do this!

BUYAAAAH

XO

Max's Graduation

What a wonderful event, so proud of the man child.  He hated every minute of it and claimed only to do it for me, but even I saw him swell with pride when he walked.  He did it, could we be any prouder of the boy?  I think I am still in shock, this seems to represent something, a milestone in his growth?  Or mine?  I'm not sure.  Regardless, he's most def growing into the most amazing human being and I'm so very impressed and proud.  I'd love him no matter what, but knowing that he stuck it out, even on the days it felt like torture, makes me smile.

He did it!

So very proud of the boy, he’s officially graduated from HS.  Let the festivities and congratulations begin!

It was a bit bumpy getting things rolling after the Wyoming stint, but he’s done it.  AND he has a J.O.B.  Proof positive that mom worries really do nothing for the ultimate outcome, all is well and will be well.  Things have to move at their own pace, which is not dictated by mommy wants and desires – but by child’s ability to navigate through his own life and learn about his own path, one wobbly step at a time.  Insert toddler analogy here.

I read something the other day about a parent’s job being teaching your children HOW to think, not WHAT to think.  If this came with the parenthood manual, all of our children would turn out totally well adjusted and capable, right?  Doubtful, but it’s a start.

Good job Max, you make my heart swell with love and my soul smile.   I know that whatever you choose to do with your energies will be full of experiences instrumental in your growth and I’ll be there, near or far, in your heart.