My Izzy and Livvy

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My Two Beautiful Scottish Terrier Girls

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My Daughter, My Teacher

I always wanted to be a mom.  For some reason when I was growing up I just assumed I would have a girl first and then a boy.  Well, that's what I got after much trial and tribulation and a miscarriage.  My daughter was born a month early on May 27, 1999.  This means she is now a teenager and I'm actually loving being a mom of a teenager.

This young woman has taught me so much throughout the years since her birth.  Of course I've learned all about what being a mom to a girl is all about.  I've learned all those things you need to know to keep your child alive and breathing.  But, she's also taught me so much about myself.  She is so much like I was at her age that at times it is scary.

My beautiful daughter has taught me to see the beauty inside myself that I never believed was there before she was born.  She has given me confidence in who I am and my ability to accomplish my goals and dreams.  Although, she is a lot like I was, she is also stronger and smarter and at times she's who I want to be when I grow up.

I will never forget the first lesson she taught me about myself.  She was just a toddler.  Since I have always worked, she went to daycare/pre-school from infancy.  There was a little boy that started at the same daycare in the same week she did.  They were at daycare together until Kindergarten.  She and this little boy were inseparable at daycare.  She talked about him constantly and he drove his parents nuts with her name.

Once afternoon as I was straightening up her room and she was toddling around with me she started talking about her own future.  Yes, that is right, my not quite two year old daughter was already laying out her future before her in plain sight of my eyes.

At that time she was adamant that she was going to marry her beau from pre-school.  They were going to live in a castle.  She was not going to work.  They were going to have five cars.  And, she was going to have 10 children.

When I heard her talk about being a mom at such a young age it took my breath away.  It was at that moment that I realized, not only did she sound like me, but that WAS me at that age.  I literally cannot remember not wanting to be a mom and this just jolted me back to my own early childhood when I had already started dreaming of my own family.  It was also in that moment that I realized because of her, I was living my biggest dream already and hadn't even realized it until that point.

I had my husband (who is still a mystery to me as to how I got so lucky there), my little girl and my Scottish Terrier.  We had our own home and both of us had decent jobs.  Our little girl was growing normally and although she'd had respiratory problems was starting to grow out of them and was still very happy.

My own toddler daughter, taught me that my strongest heart's desire was already being realized.  It was only about a month later on her 2nd birthday that I would find out the dream was to be complete.  That is when the pregnancy test stick again turned pink and my journey to becoming the mom of a boy, too, began.

Our children are not our legacy, they are our teachers.  If we are willing to open our minds as well as our hearts and souls to them, we may just find that hidden treasure we thought we were still looking for is already right in front of us. 


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Mama's Heartbreak: A Love Story

My son turned 11 years old at the end of January.   He’s the biggest social butterfly of the family.  He’s already into the whole girl thing.  He’s been a little Casanova since pre-school when he was the only boy invited to a little girl’s birthday party.  At the party, all the mommas kept coming up to me and telling me how much their little beauties loved my son.  Back off girlies, he’s four and still  MINE!

When he was in third grade he decided he needed to wear cologne to school to impress a little girl.  That lasted about a week and a half.  The next year he spent about two weeks with his ear glued to the telephone with yet another little vixen trying to take my little boy away from me.

Well, now it seems I may have already lost my baby boy.  Not only does he talk about this newest Scarlet all the time, she’s sending him text messages with hearts all over the place.  They have hour long conversations on the phone.  And, to top it off, my darling little boy asked if he could buy HER a necklace for Valentine’s Day. 

Ambulances were called, a defibrillator was employed, psychiatrists prescribed medications and I am now undergoing intense psychotherapy.  I am told this therapy could last several years and may have to involve experimental techniques not yet FDA approved.

So that is where I put my foot down.  Maybe some people will scoff at me, but 11 is way too young to be buying jewelry for some little trollop that is probably just going to break his heart. We compromised on letting him get her a small heart shaped box of chocolates and a cheap ass rose, which I’m rethinking, but it’s too late for that.  I think my aforementioned medication clouded my judgment on that.

I spent Valentine’s Day watching the clock at work.  Both wishing I could be there to watch my son give Valentine gifts to a girl for the first time and glad I wasn't there to see it.  The hours dragged by as I tried not to imagine how it all went for him.  My impatience to hear him tell me about is day was almost unbearable. 

The clock did finally register home time and when I got home the first thing I asked my boy was what happened with his girl.  He says at first she blushed.  Then she thanked him.  Then he told me she said she wanted to kiss him.

My heart is now in a million pieces and there is a nice white jacket waiting for me as well as some men to take me to a nice soft room.

Mom, mom, ma, mommy.......

I recently "shared" this bit o funny on my Facebook page...

Yes, this is a reality in my life.  The one who does this the most is my Livvy Girl.  She has the strongest nudging nose I've ever experienced on a dog.  She will flip my hand hard enough that the mouse to my laptop goes flying.  She actually managed to unplug the mouse from the computer once.  

Izzy on the other hand will just come lay on my lap as close as she can get to my computer or tablet and keep pushing back on whichever device I am using until it's too close to my body to use comfortably.  

Of course, it is not just my wonderful four legged children that do this.  My biped children will too.  It's like being on the phone or trying to watch a television show.  At least one of them is going to be forcing the attention issue.  Be assured my husband is included in this group as well.  

I'm so very blessed.