Thursday, March 5, 2015

It's Comfortable out of the Comfort Zone


So I heard back from Listen To Your Mother-Boulder.
It's a gracious "not this time".

I am totally OK with their answer.
No really.
It was such a cool thing to audition in the first place--
something I haven't done in decades--for anything--
and it helped me think about other ways
to get out of my comfort zone n' try new things.

For instance, 
I got a new phone last night.
Its got all the bells and whistles on it,
some bells and whistles I may never use,
and some I will need to learn how to use.

I also made the floral arrangement above--
my way of thinking about Spring flowers
even though we have several inches of snow 
and only 14o yesterday.

My 2015 list of things I wanna learn includes:
a tile backsplash
watercoloring
& knitting.

Better get on it, eh?
It's March already!

What's on your list?



Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Friends of Scouting Breakfast--Outside His Comfort Zone




At 6am this morning:


Wearing his new Men's L scout shirt,
because you know, 
all 6'4" of him doesn't fit in his Men's M shirt anymore.
We didn't take all the badges off his old one,
not yet anyway.

He was invited to speak to a room full of Boy Scout leaders, sponsors,
and potential sponsors of the BSA.
Was he nervous?
Uh yeah.
He's not a polished public speaker.
In fact, this was his first time speaking to any group,
in his life.
So you know, he had to think it was worth it.


It was fancy shmancy too:
   His name in print:

 On stage, my crummy focus wouldn't work, but this is just proof he did it!

  What did share?  
His most favorite Scouting activity:  
a 3 day trek across the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains.
In his words, "Backpacking is my life!"

Here's to many more jaunts outside his comfort zone!

Monday, March 2, 2015

Building a {Snow} Man

We're in the thick of our awesome Colorado Winter.
Most days look alot like this on our street
and I haveta say, even if I might not be in the majority
I love this season.
White snow is a great equalizer--
every thing looks clean and peaceful
with a winter coat over it.
And the truth is,
this season will be over before we know it.


This young man of mine is his own season right now--
15-going-on-16 this year
and all of six foot four inches tall;
we're buying his size 14 shoes online these days.
He doesn't realize it but this season isn't going to last either.
This season where he's not sure why his mom and dad are persistent
in encouraging him to develop good habits,
habit that will carry him successfully in life.
 He is in that rare season of "between boyhood and manhood"--
somedays he isn't sure which season he even wants to be in.
His natural talents are developing and coming into a matured focus--
like building his own ski bike last week.
Building "contraptions" since he was 4 years old,
he spends alot of time in the garage
disassembling and assembling all kinds of things.
He seeks guidance from his dad sometimes,
but mostly he says, 
"I can do it myself."


We spend alot of time--
"Hey, come sit here for a second"
because the kind of "building"  
he needs along the way to Manhood
takes deliberation and purpose.
Maturity.
And let me just say,
it's a concerted effort to fill his mind and heart
as much effort as it is to
completely fuel his growing body!
Holy Smokes! this boy/man can eat--
a bowl of cereal and a egg sandwich before school,
two school lunches or a whole pizza at school,
chased by what he terms "a snack" aka a Jimmy John's sandwich 
(delivered to our garage last Saturday!)
and maybe a hamburger right before dinner,
then you know, actual dinner!
Followed by a "bednight snack" (his term)
around 8pm.
We're building a man,
and men need fuel, dontcha know?!


This snow-packed street will melt
and those sleeping branches will be buds of green
welcoming Spring,
a new season of growth in our life.
One of many seasons yet to come
for our Snow Man,
our young man, Joseph.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

What do I Know About Motherhood Anyway?

Waking up before the sun this morning,
I had one thought on my mind:
the audition for Listen To Your Mother show...
11:15am in Boulder.

I had picked the essay I wrote,
tweaked it,
practiced it with my awesome speech-class winner, Nana,
quite a few times last night
but this morning found me re-writing, re-tweaking,
re-anything-ing it
until I started talking myself OUT of going altogether.

What do I know about Motherhood anyway?

Kent asked me how I was going to introduce myself:

"Hi, I'm Dawn. The Momza of seven. Gramma to 4.
My yahoos are the best people on the planet, although
they've made me poor, fat and paranoid."


The first two adjectives are evident. lol The "paranoid" fits so perfectly
because I never know what's going to happen next, thanks to my yahoos.

What do I know about Motherhood?

I've been a mother longer than I haven't been a mother
on this earth.
And that is a long freaking time, people.

I know not to wear silk anymore. Ever.
Or anything that has to be Dry Cleaned Only.
I know to skip the cookie aisle altogether when I have a
cartfull of toddlers,
as well as bribing "The Toy Aisle" as a reward
if they're good while I get the actual groceries I went there for.

I know that teenagers need as much sleep as toddlers,
even when they say they don't,
and the Mom gets the final say on "bed time"--
which saves everyone's sanity--especially Mom's.

I know enough to say "YES" when I mean "YES"
and "No" when "yes" isn't the right or the easy answer.

I can spot a hairy-faker across a room
or across a phone line.
I am not afraid to "fact-check"
sketchy information: "No, Mom, I have no homework."
sketchy friends: "His Mom said we could..[fill in the blank]."
sketchy-anything..."Don't worry Mom, I got this."

I know a real stomach-ache from an "I-have-a-test-this-morning-stomach-ache".
Real tears vs. crocodile tears...pshht. Don't even.
A sincere, "I'm sorry" vs. a "I'll-say-I'm-sorry-so-I-can-get-out-of-this-situation-sorry".

Having a rotten day with a 12 year old?
Keep them home from school and have them work alongside you all day--
doing laundry, grocery shopping, making beds, scrubbing the bathtub...
before you know it,
you're talking to each other without restraint,
laughing and loving again.
Totally works.

Having a rotten day with a 17 year old?
Getting the silent treatment?
Pull them aside, cup their faces in your hands and say:
" I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT."

The words, "I'm sorry." are under-rated, under-used
and some of the most powerful words in the human language.

I know enough to Stand Firm when it involves morals and safety
and when to bend when it doesn't.

I know when to say, "I don't know. Let's find out."
And when to say, "That's not my dog."

Where to hide cookies and christmas gifts, and chocolate for rainy days!

I know to stay up when the teenagers are hoping I'll go to bed early,
so they aren't caught cheating their curfew.

I know that laughter really can keep things in perspective
when things get out of whack and tensions are high.
And common sense is better than most "senses" when it comes to
teaching or correcting my charges...once emotions get involved,
it gets kinda messy.  And nobody likes messy.


I know that Motherhood is a gift from our Creator,
to be His partner in raising children to adulthood
is the greatest calling and privilege afforded us
in this Life.
And He is the truest, most gracious partner one could ask for,
because He understands better than I do,
what's at stake here.
That's what I know.
So far.

Whew. I love being a Mother.

That's why I went to Boulder this morning.
Nana & Jud went with me and got to sit in on the audition
with the producers...
I was pretty nervous, not gonna lie.
But I did it.
I left my comfort zone and shared my truth,
front and center.
And now,
we wait.
Cast will be revealed on Wednesday.



Saturday, February 28, 2015

Listen To Your Mother: Boulder Audition

So.
You know that saying:

Yeah.
So I am.
I mean, I don't do alot of 
"scary" things on a daily basis.
Mostly, 
my goal is to just, 
you know, 
get through the day.

But tomorrow is different.
Tomorrow I am sucking up my fears 
and taking them with me
to Boulder
to audition for a spot in this years'
Listen To Your Mother
show.

I can't even tell you
what got it into my head 
that this is a good idea.
Twelve hours from now,
I will be on the interstate headed north
towards a "Scary" experience
that, as far as I can tell,
is going to be a self-inflicted
rejection
that will sting
far greater than any rejection
from my teenagers,
currently.

What am I sharing?
Well, after hours of reading past blog posts,
contemplating writing a new submission altogether,
I decided to share this one:

Is it worth sharing?
I have no freakin' clue.
But I've tweaked it a bit
here and there,
and to quote someone famous,
"It is what It is."

*actually, I googled the author of that, and it's Unknown, 
altho some guy wrote a book with the title.
{shrug}

OK I'm rambling.
Wish me luck,
Or common sense
to back out.