Welcome to my new blog! Well, it’s not new, but the design is, and I really, totally, completely like it. How ’bout you guys? Please tell me! It was time for a change. Everything changes, and I felt my blog’s look needed a face-lift. It feels good.
Lately, my head has been full, so full, of junk. Spam. When I write, I honestly don’t like to write about it-the junk, that is. Spam is gross, whether out of the can, found in my in-box, or spattered on billboards, TV screens, and the Internet headlines. Yet, as much as I want to, I can’t escape it. I tend to wait out the days until I feel a more light-hearted mood consume me. I linger with ideas until the “full” feeling passes and I’m inspired again by some small passing thought.
Luckily today, Darla, my blogging buddy over at She’s a Maineiac, covered this need to rant for me in only a way that Darla can do, so I feel relieved of the duty. Thank God! If you need a hearty chuckle, please take a look-see.
I think my head is on overload because my kiddo is growing up in leaps and bounds, and it’s overwhelming. She’s 10 going on 20. She’s a 4th grader buying an apartment. She’s changing, physically, mentally, emotionally, and she’s got questions-a myriad of them. But, the questions aren’t of the same level as years-gone-by….I miss those. “Mommy, why doesn’t Elmo have ears?” Oh, Elmo, where are you? Tickle me.
No, she questions all that she sees and hears at a maturity level that is astounding in my mind, and with so much SPAM in the universe today it gets difficult to keep up and stay ahead of the game.
Sunday night Maycee was bored watching her Disney shows for the 500th time, so we started channel surfing. Usually she goes to HGTV, Mommy’s channel, which she has grown fond of, as well. (Like I said, apartment living in her little mind already.) Nothing good there, either, so we went to prime time. We ended up on ABC’s The Bachelor, the wedding ceremony getting ready to take place between Sean and Catherine. Maycee pleaded…”Can we watch this, Mom, pleeeeeeeez! I want to see her dress! I wonder which one she is going to choose!”
I conceded, looking at the time, only 8:15 at night. Plenty of families watching TV together. It should be okay. I’m not into weddings much, but Maycee’s never seen one, so I need to let her explore. I do-I know I do!
The next 30 minutes were spent going over the details of the couple’s impending wedding night, complete with a tour of Sean picking out the skimpiest of lingerie for Catherine-the shop lady even referencing, “And, this one has easy access at the bottom”. O M G! I shrunk into the couch. I glanced at the clock-only 8:30, and I KNOW that most children aren’t tucked into bed by this hour.
Maycee cringed, “OH, YUCK! WHAT’S THAT, MOM?!? GROSS! DID YOU WEAR STUFF LIKE THAT WITH DAD?!?”
I grabbed the remote and changed the channel before the shop lady could say another word or show another “outfit”. I answered frantically, “Well, no, I didn’t. I just wore a pretty nightgown, but nothing like THAT.” (Sad, but true.) I was fumbley and felt stupid in the moment as I tried to explain why they were making such a big deal about it in 10-year-old appropriate conversation. Maycee looked at me with her hands covering her face, sort of smirking, sort of giggling. “Okay, Mom, okay. I get it.” She knew I was in a pickle, and it was pretty funny-I have to admit.
Change. It is the one thing that is constant, and without it life would be predictable and monotonous. Sunday night was ANYTHING but predictable. Some say, “Ya, but I don’t like it. I want things to stay the same.” Well, that’s great when it’s great. But, not when it’s not, and we can ALL relate to that.
So, my head is full as I make my way through this crazy environment where everything that can possibly generate hype is exposed to anyone anywhere-no discerning for age. I wait to write posts that leave me with a smile and hopefully resonate with others, regardless of the fact that they don’t make the press or shock people or whatever else.
I make my way through the spam and try to figure it out. I get overwhelmed and have to hang on to what is my truth, while also allowing change to wash over me.
A little face-lift here at the SWM site, an unexpected sex-ed talk with my 10-year-old on a Sunday night (of all nights).
Change makes everything interesting. I can’t count on much, but I can certainly count on that!
Hope to hear from you all. Remember, life is short, so let it go, and give a chuckle!