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Archive for June, 2010

Surviving the sleepover

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Another school year has come and gone and this year, we let our 15-year-old daughter celebrate with a slumber party.
This was my husband’s doing. I’m the party pooper here, usually nixing slumber party plans — or at least cutting the invite list way back. But my daughter asked her father for permission and he said yes. And as she rattled off the names of the girls she wanted to invite he took the attitude “the more the merrier.”

As it turns out, about half of the girls weren’t able to come. So when I tell you we had eight girls sleeping over you’ll probably wonder what the “problem” was. And truth be told, there really wasn’t one. It’s just that in our house, the only room big enough to accommodate more than two or three kids is the living room. Even there, five or six is probably the top optimum number that can fit.

So we put up a big party tent in the backyard — one we had bought for the recent college graduation celebration we threw for our oldest. Various electronics allowed the video game console to be played on a large screen my husband set up. This would allow for games and movies and all of the girls brought sleeping bags, so we hoped they might consider a camp out — something the boys had done with their friends.

But we’re talking girls. Once the mosquitoes made themselves known, the living room was the place to be. I can’t imagine that the teens crowded in there were very comfortable — although they didn’t seem to mind. The “problem” that arises — for me — is that our bedroom is adjacent to the living room. Just because my daughter and her friends want to stay up all night doesn’t mean I want to do the same!

I stayed up as late as I could, playing cards with one of my sons, who I’m sure wished he had made plans rather than hanging around a house filled with his sister’s friends. By the time I went to bed between 1 and 1:30, things were starting to quiet down. I think the girls eventually went to sleep, which all of us women know is not the point of a slumber party.

Of course, the fact that they went to sleep disappoints my daughter, who worries that a slumber party is not successful unless everyone stays up all night. But I’m thinking that if she polled her friends, they’d all say they had a good time. And in my book, it was a very successful party!

The life of a juggler

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Sometimes I feel like a circus juggler — one who is surprised she hasn’t dropped the balls, clubs, flaming torches or shiny knives more than she has.

The other day I was having a conversation with a co-worker who was upset because she got so busy with everything on her family’s schedule that she forgot to take her daughter for a routine doctor’s appointment that had been on the calendar. Problem was, that appointment was on one calendar, but not another she used when she scheduled something else.

I can sympathize. I’ve done the same thing myself and need to stay vigilant, making sure that important work dates/meetings are on the same calendar that I use to schedule other appointments or social get-togethers.

Granted, my days of juggling are much less hectic than they were a few years ago, but I still need to keep track of who needs to be where when and how they’re going to get there. Do I need to leave work early? Can one of the boys drive? Will there be a car available for one of the boys to drive? Does it conflict with the boys’ work schedule? These are the sorts of juggling acts I’m now performing.

And when all’s said and done, I really don’t mind it so much. When the kids have all moved out and my juggling days are over, I’m not sure which other circus activity will occupy my time!

Cultivating conversation

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Cell phones, as convenient as they might be, have taught our children not to talk to other people. I’m not even sure they should be called phones, because most teens and young people don’t use them as such, but as yet another keyboard by which they can send a written message to someone else.

Text messaging is so prevalent that when I suggest to my daughter that she actually make a phone call where she can speak to someone — because we’re trying to make transportation arrangements to a sports practice with another family where that teenage daughter is not answering her texts — she looks at me like that’s the most absurd suggestion she’s ever heard.

Many experts have written and talked about our kids’ lack of interpersonal skills. All that time watching TV, playing video games, surfing the Internet and playing on social networking sites has made our kids comfortable with this highly impersonal form of communication and not so comfortable with actual conversation.

That being said, none of my kids have trouble conversing — in person — with their friends. And my daughter can sometimes spends hours on the house phone talking to a friend. But the thought of having to make a phone call and talk to someone they may not know in order to get to the person they do know or in order to ask questions and get information necessary to make some sort of a decision or plans, seems to be a bit intimidating. Whether it’s making telephone calls to try to land a job or calls to nail down a carpool, many young people probably need to move out of their comfort zones of texting, e-mailing and sending Facebook messages.

Sometimes, nothing beats that personal contact.

Celebrating dads

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I know this blog is called Midlife Mom, but since yesterday was Father’s Day, I thought I should send a shout out to all of those Midlife Dads!

You don’t always get the credit or recognition you deserve when it comes to taking care of your families. We moms tend to complain about the things you don’t do, rather than say thanks for all of the things you do do.

In my house I don’t have to worry about the grass being mowed or the house being taken care of — like problems with the gutters, a leak in the basement or a computer that’s not working. If it wasn’t for the midlife dad who lives in my house, we wouldn’t be close to having that house paid off (he got into the habit of always sending a little extra in our mortgage payment, bringing down the principle), or be able to pay for college for three kids, or have much of a plan for retirement. I, for the most part, keep track of the day-to-day picture (food, laundry, errands, toilet paper, etc.), while he has his eye on the long-term, setting goals and making sure we get there.

He, like many dads out there, has worried about finances and sacrificed so that he could provide for his family. Toys that I’m sure he would love — think boat, new sports car or a weekend cottage in the mountains — and vacations he would love to take are put aside so that that money can be used for the family.

For that — and all the other things he and many other dads do — we owe our heartfelt thanks.

The art of the apology

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Why is it so hard for older children to apologize?

Maybe I grew up in a different era, where people weren’t afraid to take responsibility for their actions? Or maybe parents today have just dropped the ball, failing to teach this important life lesson? Or maybe it’s just the kids’ age?

Myself, I think I probably apologize too much. I am quick to take blame for just about anything — and then apologize for it. And I apologize to my kids if I think I owe it to them. If I’ve spoken to them inappropriately through anger or I inadvertently do or say something that hurts them in some way, I am not afraid to tell them I’m sorry. I’ve never thought that set a bad example, or somehow conveyed being weak as a parent. Just the opposite. I’ve always thought it shows that parents are human, make mistakes, can admit them and apologize. It also shows, I think, respect for your children as individuals.

Anyway, it seems to be a bit more difficult for the kids to reciprocate — especially as they get older. Many times, the things they need to apologize for are those situations where they didn’t mean any harm, but still caused it. Usually because they just didn’t know something or thought it was OK to go ahead and do something — like moving their mother’s clothes (that needed to be dried on a hangar) from the washing machine into the dryer when they were trying to move laundry through and get their own done.

Rather than admitting that a mistake was made, kids will dig in their heels and blame anything or anybody but themselves. I know this is something that needs some work in my house. And I’m guessing it’s something that many of you are addressing in your homes.

After all, we don’t want the next generation of adults to be people who can’t take responsibility for their actions.

The sound of music

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We have a piano in the living room that I’ve been considering selling. It was bought many years ago when my oldest started taking lessons. All of my kids have musical talent — they just haven’t all nurtured and used it.

The piano has sat mostly unused for the past several years. So imagine my delight the other day when one of G’s friends — a classically trained pianist — sat down and started playing. He and my son were just hanging out at the house and his friend was invited to stay for dinner. This young man did what I always wished my kids would do — sit down and play for pleasure.

I felt like I was at a private concert. He whipped through some Eric Clapton, Billy Joel, Styx and Journey, plus newer songs I’ve heard on the radio but don’t know who sings them. And these weren’t the easy versions, but the same arrangements you’d hear from the professional musicians on the album — oops, CD. It was amazing and so good to hear that silent instrument brought to life!

Later, after dinner, G’s friend started playing one of the guitars in the house. I even heard G get out the harmonica that was in his Christmas stocking one year (an attempt to entice him to play something after he stopped taking piano) and try to play along. To my knowledge, that was the first time the harmonica ever met his lips.

Maybe we should hang onto that piano a little longer? And extend an invite to my son’s friend to visit any time he likes!

Vacation planning troubles

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I am envious of all of those families who seem to have no problem scheduling their summer vacations. This has always been a struggle for me and it’s something over which my husband generally takes charge.

The main reason for my troubles here — as I see it, anyway — is that I’m an easy-to-please person. Whether it’s an activity for the day or a week-long vacation, I’m usually just as happy doing A as I would be doing B. In fact, I’m usually happy doing just about anything as long as the people I’m doing it with are happy. Is this typical mother behavior?

Making decisions about where other people must spend their time (when it’s supposed to be fun time) has always been difficult for me for the above reason. I know I can’t make everybody happy, and it just gets harder the older they get. So I wimp out and make no decision.

Now the kids work during the summer, so knowing their availability to plan a trip can get tricky. For instance, this summer we have two family reunions to attend – one a five-hour drive and the other an eight-hour drive. Activities planned at both events are on Saturday and Sunday, but the boys aren’t both free until about 6 p.m. Friday. Then they have to be back at work on Monday morning. This makes the drives problematic and almost makes me want to change my plans and not go. And getting them to change their work schedules isn’t an option, at least for one son who is a camp counselor and must be there every day, five days a week.

Maybe I should go without them? But then, they are family reunions.

The food wars begin

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Now that the boys are home from college, the “he said/she said” battle is just starting to heat up – mostly over the food in the house, who eats what and, more importantly, doesn’t leave any for others.

I must admit that my grocery bill dropped substantially this past year with both boys at school – although I did have to send grocery money to the son who lived off campus. It took me a couple of shopping trips to adjust, with my husband often reminding me that I was buying way too much food for the three of us left at home.

And if I’m being honest, I must say that many things that used to disappear within a day of being bought stayed in the house much longer with both of the boys elsewhere. So with that in mind, I think my daughter does have a point when she complains – now that her brothers are back home – that the food she wanted to eat is no longer there, even if it had just been purchased within the past 24-48 hours.

Of course, I may have gotten too good at shopping for three. With two young (and usually hungry) men around, the groceries are going to disappear much faster. And there’s nothing I can do about it – except buy more food! Better yet, I’ll send one of the boys to the grocery store. After all, I am trying to be a better delegator.

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