Fond Memories of Being a Gymnast

Today, while I was showering, I had my little clock radio on. (I felt like listening to some tunes) Anyways, every Friday, we have a local station that plays eighties music....usually bad eighties music, not today though! As I was lathering my shampoo into my hair, (I'm sure that I looked reeeeeeeally cheesy!) I heard, "da, da, dadadadada," OK, it's a little hard to type the song, but you know the one, with synthesizers? I don't know how else to explain it, I think it was also the opening song for the movie Beverly Hills Cop. It brought back some good memories, of when my sisters and I were in gymnastics; doing our routine, full of rolls and cartwheels deluxe! I'm sure they all know the song I'm talking about.

A Neverending Commitment

From the very moment that I knew I was going to be a mother, I was in freak-out mode. Just the thought of being responsible for another human being was enough to topple my reality, but I also knew, that I was excited. I knew that...this person inside of me, was a part of me, and everytime I felt Griffin doing his kicking and tumbling routine, it was just a reminder of all of the good and bad things to come with parenthood.

All of that being said, I know that my role of being a mother DOES NOT end once Griffin turns 18. He may be fully capable of making his own decisions, and hopefully, I will have instilled the vital skills he needs to be a successful adult, but I know that he will still need me in someways. If ever a situation arose, where I recieved a phone call, from a young lady or one of Griffin's friends on the other end; obviously distraut over Griffin's actions, I would immediatly take action as a mother. I would be concerned for him, knowing that I did not raise him to be disrespectful, or threatening to others. I feel that you should never just dismiss this behavior, no matter how old your child is! Your "grown" child is just a reflection of how you, as a parent raised them.

Little Kickers

It's been a little while, since I've taken the time to get on here and write. I've just started a new job, as a receptionist for our city school's Special Education department. I have to say that I am really enjoying working with all of the professionals here. Their specialties include children with: autism, slow learners, as well as those who are gifted. It's very interesting to me, and I love learning about everything that their jobs entail. Other than that, I am still working hard to finish up my Medical Transcription, so that I can start working from home. Eventually, I would like to go back to school and earn a degree, but mainly, I look forward to being as much involved in Griffin's childhood as I can.

Speaking of Griffin, we just signed him up for soccer! Everyone is very excited, this will be his first time playing a sport, so I am just curious to see how he likes it. Peyton has also decided to play. I feel like I have thrown myself to the wolves though, the director of the league called me, and asked me if I would like to coach! "Coach?" I thought, "that's absurd!, I'm the most clumsy girl you will come across, and besides I know nothing about soccer!" He assured me that it's more for fun at this age, and less about the technique. I have since been researching soccer strategies for four year olds, and am proud to say that I actually have an agenda:) Wish me luck, tonight is our first practice, and we will be braving triple digit temperatures.