Thursday, May 21, 2009

I don't know why, but I keep reading blogs from moms who have lost children. It isn't like I am searching for these blogs- they are really, really sad. Kelly is kind of obsessed with the topic, so I guess I can blame it on her. The one positive things about reading such blogs, is it gives me much needed perspective.


I've been putting way too much stress on myself about all sorts of different things. I want my bedroom moved...the flowers planted, the carpent cleaned, car cleaned out. I hate bugs- so the few ants in my kitchen are driving me crazy. There is always too much to do. Laundry, work, cooking, cleaning....the list never ends. Come to think of it, I forgot to have Jake sign a couple birthday cards for relatives, and he still has thank you cards to sign from his birthday party. But at the end of the day, the kids are healthy and life is good.


I've been trying really hard to support Paul with Brendon situation. Not sure if I should talk about it, because I might upset him.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Two Minute Entry....

There are been people that say Hailee doesn't have the same opportunities that the other two have, because she is the last one and of course, the only girl. I've completely disagreed with these statements.

She may not be the first to do it, but she still has the opportunity. Today, Hailee was accepted into Barbara Vick! YES! She is following in her brothers foot-steps, but making her own trail! I'm very excited about the opportunity and grateful for the chance.

Decision making is hard, but I know that Paul and I made the right one with Barbara Vick- even if I did have to pester the principal for a couple days!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Happiness....and random thoughts

This weekend was great! Nothing special happened. Actually I take that back...I got to spend most of Saturday afternoon with my grandfather. He's fiesty and still loves to pick fights with me. the four of us wore him out.... and I think we were a little wore out too. I think I am going to buy him a Blackhawks shirt. He hates hockey- thinks they are going to loss. That would be oh, so funny!

My grandfather told me that he feels like an old man- well, he is 87! He said he's not old and that he's going to live to 90! I loved hearing that. He was in the yard all day barking directions and yelling to get off the other part of the garden. Paul missed the yelling and the directions, lucky him!

I'm on a mission- to get the winter clothes put away, to get the summer clothes organized, to move into our new bedroom, to clean the carpet. Oh yeah, to plant the rest of the flowers. I think Paul thinks I am insane. Maybe he loves me despite my flower obsession!?!

Hailee had the biggest fit she's ever had with me yesterday. I took a small bite of her candy and she lost it on the floor on Dominick's. I picked her up and put her in the cart and she hit me...repeatedly. Then she threw a bottle of Vitamin Water on the floor and it broke. A woman asked me if I was having a bad day and actually, nope I wasn't. Yes, I was stressed out and more than annoyed, but having a bad day- nah!

A bad day would be burying your child, parent, grandparent... getting in a car accident...finding out someone is sick. Hailee's temper tantrum was Hailee being over tired and almost 3. She's testing the boundaries, exploring her word, testing Mommy. She does a lot of that lately.

I talked to a woman who's son got into Lenart. She was confused- very very confused. I gave her all of the knowledge I wish someone would've given me. I hope she makes the right choice. She needs to make a decision by 5 p.m. today. She has never visited the school and both of her other kids go to Keller. I think the cards are stacked against the right choice. Opportunity sometimes only knocks once...I'm glad Paul and I made the right decision. Hope we make many other ones.

Going to Barbara Vick tomorrow- need answers. Need to make the right decision.....

Thursday, May 14, 2009

My Grandparents

Next Sunday afternoon my grandfather asked me to come plant flowers and tomato plants in his yard. I think it is an excuse to get me to come over, not that I need one. My mom, his neighbor, he himself can all do the work that needs to be done,but he asked me- so I am, of course, going.

I'm going to throw the kids in the car, and hopefully get Paul to take a small road trip back to the south suburbs to see my grandparents. My grandfather is fiesty, and too honest and sometimes even mean, but he is a pillar of strength and the backbone of the family.

I want Jake and Hailee to remember running around the garden, chasing each other. I want them to see the tomatoes, lettuce and whatever else we plant, grow- just like Ryan and I did. Ryan and I spent alot of time at my grandparents house. We played baseball in the living room, ate chicken soup on the couch when we were sick, slept on the same old blue couch, we sit on now. We ran around and through the garden over and over again.

One of my fondest childhood memories is jumping off the railing on the porch into my grandfather's lap over and over again. I don't remember him yelling at me to stop, but being the 100% Italian that he is,I'm sure he yelled alot. I do remember my grandmother yelling at my grandfather for yelling at us. She was the guard, the angel. The person we could do no wrong with!

My grandmother would always walk Ryan and I to school everyday and then go take care of one of her really sick friends, Mrs. Pomeroy. She did this everyday for years. Eventually her friend died, but I think that she taught Ryan and I compassion. Sometimes she would even drag us there, if Mrs. Pomeroy needed something done. She would visit Mrs. Pomeroy, cook, clean, talk, sing- what ever she need my grandmother would do. Now that my grandmother is older and fraile, I only hope that she takes as good as care of herself as she did Mrs. Pomeroy.

As a teenager, I remember being confused or upset about something- boys, school, who knows- and my grandfather was always there to make some sense of the world. My grandmother was always there with fresh baked cookies and some milk.

When my parents divorced, my grandfather really stepped up and became Dad. It wasn't a role that he wanted, but one that he accepted.

I want Jake and Hailee to remember my grandparents. Maybe not they way Ryan and I remember them- but make their own memories. There are few kids that are lucky enough to have great-grandparents and who knows how long we will be blessed to have them with us. So we will drive to plant tomato plants or plant flowers, or clean the kitchen- whatever excuse my grandfather comes up with, we will be there.

Paul...

Paul and I have a very unique relationship. We've had the highest highs and we've had some really low lows. Its almost been seven years since we've gotten married. Seven of the most wonderful and difficult years of my life. Through it all, I'm glad that we are together. He gave me the best presents of all...my babies. Both of the kids have traits of Paul's... I swear we should've name Jake, Paul instead. He's a clone. We have lots of different opinions on things, see things through different eyes, but I'm glad that he is my husband and my best friend. He's the guy that knows how and what I am feeling without even telling him. He can read my eyes maybe even my facial expressions.

Paul is going through a really hard time right now and I am trying to be the most supportive wife that I can be, although I think I am failing. But last night, he knew I was stressed and he made it all better. It was great and I feel so much better. Wish I could make him feel the way he makes me feel. Love him!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Pain, Suffering and Happiness

This post is going to ramble. Just a warning.

I talked to my friend Rick this morning, who seemed to move the clouds from the sky for me. The sun was shining when I stopped talking to him, which was kind of ironic because that is how I felt. He put into perspective all of the things going on in my life, which helped at least for the moment. Brendon moved in with his mother last Thursday night. The night wasn't as dramatic as I thought it was going to be. Emotional, but not dramatic.

A sigh of relieve filled my body. There was no more drama. No more wondering where he is, what he's up to. No more court battles, at least for now. But then there was sadness. This is a kid I have been raising since he was five. Now he's a trouble 14 year old who is going to live with his mother to get everything he wants. She's evil...pure evil. Poor Brendon is a pawn and he doesn't even know it. Rick told me that Paul probably feels some guilt about the way he came into this world. Paul and the evil one were never married. I'm not sure how they even conceived this child- they are so opposite. But I digress. Paul and the evil one have been fighting over this kid this entire life. Brendon is clearly angry. Angry about the evil one not acting like a mother. Angry for having boundaries and consequences. Angry because he is a teenager. Angry for not being Jake or Hailee.

So Paul is in a no win situation. Paul constantly has to choose between me and Brendon- not because we make him...because its an innate thing to do. Paul feels guilty for bring Brendon into a world with an evil mother, which makes him feel sympathy for him, which in turn makes Paul treat Brendon differently. Less boundaries...more of a friend. Paul doesn't have to choose between Jake and I, or Hailee and I- why? Because we are raising them together. There is no guilt or sympathy. There is a united front. Somehow, Paul and I need to be a united front with Brendon. This is going to take a lot of work- ALOT!

So my other question for my friend Rick- nature vs. nurture. Yes, this debate has been going on for centuries. Unfortunately, the answer was both good and bad. Someone has personality traits set by their DNA. Yes, Jake is going to be laid back and sweet, just like Paul. No, Brendon has the lying, manipulative, deceitful traits- and oh, how they are coming out. Yes and No- Hailee on the other hand, has my stubborn, sassy traits. Hmmmm... I'll get back to you on this one. If their traits have positive rewards to them, such as lying and getting what you want- the trait flourishes. Again, both a good and bad thing.

Rick and I also talked about forgiveness. He told me that I am not Jesus who says to you, you are forgiven, and poof, its all gone. Forgiveness is a decision to make that has to be throughout and executed. Its an on-going process, but first I must get through the anger. Anger for hurting the family, anger for the actions. Oh, the anger. Not sure I am ready to forgive and forget anyone. I will. I will in time. Rick says to calm down and give myself time. Time is a gift and I need to use it wisely.

Time. Time to heal. I am many things, patient is not one of them. I want it done now. I want to fix it now. This maybe my cross to bear. Trying to fix things that I can't is my other cross to bear. I want to snap my fingers and have Paul healed. Its not going to happen. So I am being supportive and patient. YIKES!

On the other hand, it was Jake's 6th birthday and Mother's Day this weekend. It was amazing. My baby, with the big head, who weighed almost ten pounds is 6! Where did the time go. I remember all of the little lessons he taught me as a new mom. I remember him biting through his tongue, projecting vomit all over the living room at 2 a.m., watching General Hospital while feeding his in the middle of the night. I remember it all, crawling, walking, calling the doctor every other day, etc. as if it was yesterday. I am incredibly proud of the way he is growing up- not because he is "gifted." Because he is simply Jake. He's got a great personality. He's social, amazing, fun. He's my "Jakers." My little "Rock Star." He's far from perfect, but I'm not expecting him to be. He's the light of my life and I was honored to share the day with him. He's the best gift I have ever received.

Hailee ran up to me and gave me a big hug and said Happy Birthday to me on Mother's Day. I am sure that she meant Mother's Day, but it meant the same thing. My little girl. She's the girl I dreamed of while I was pregnant. The girl I always wanted. Hailee is the one who turned her Daddy's face pale when we found out it was a girl! "What do I do with that?" She my princess with a diva attitude. Wonder where she gets that from? I love spending time with her. She sees the world through her eyes. She's excited about the grass seed that is growing. "It's so cute, Mommy." She's excited about the pink flowers at the neighbors house, and the water dripping from the outside hose. She loves wearing dresses and picking out her own clothes. Hailee simply loves life! I hope that I can raise her to be a responsible, happy adult who always loves life. I'm trying my damnest.

Sitting in church on Sunday, I was thinking of two particular moms who lost children this year- one an adult, the other a young girl. I prayed for them. The pain must be unbearable. The thought of it brings tears to my eyes and chills down my spine. Both women held their children as they passed away. I can't even imagine!

After all is said and done, between court battles, Brendon, loss of jobs, etc. The everyday running around- errands, laundry, dishes, homework, etc. Paul and I don't have it that bad. All of our children are healthy and alive. We might not like how they are acting or what they are saying, but they are with us.