I am a big fan of the family dinner table. Nowadays, so many families go their separate ways during meal time, trying to fit in everyone’s activities, etc. But, I am a big advocate for the entire family eating dinner together at the dinner table.. uninterrupted.
Ever since my boys have been little, we have made a point to eat dinner together. No television is allowed and the phones go unanswered (unless it is work since I am still “on the clock”). It is roughly an hour of nothing but conversation and eating. And, as much as my kids may roll their eyes at the idea, it is a time for us to laugh with and at each other! It’s also time to find out what’s going well at school and what’s going not so well and the latest on friends, girlfriends, etc.
We cannot eat together every single night, but we are lucky enough to be able to about five nights a week. The leaders here at WTHI-TV are so wonderful because they know this family time is important to me. I am allowed to go home during my dinner break and eat with my family and I am so grateful to them for their understanding. They, too, believe family is most important and that kids grow up way too fast.
I am CERTAINLY a far-from-perfect parent, but I am a parent that believes in the family dinner table. You might see a commercial on TV pushing the idea as well. If you have not tried it already, you may want to give it a shot. Sometimes it’s the only solid time I get with my children during the work week.
I got a strange feeling today. I took my two boys to the pediatrician for their annual physical and they are both officially taller than Mom. I know that’s not a big deal in comparison to lots of other things, but it was a big deal to me. My oldest son (age 16) has been taller than both Mom and Dad for a while, but now my 13 year old son is taller than I am.
He, of course, was very excited. I, on the other hand, was kind of melancholy. It really does seem like yesterday when they were both little. Wise people used to tell me “cherish the time because it goes fast!” I guess I didn’t really believe them until I lived through it.
So, as some of you might roll your eyes at my sappy little experience today, others might agree that time truly does go fast and that we should, infact, cherish them when they are little. I’m really enjoying the teenage times and wouldn’t trade anything. I guess I will just have to suck it up and realize I am the short one in the family now! lol
I think this is the first time I have EVER said this, but I hope we have a cold winter this year! I hate being cold and growing up in Florida I would much rather be sweating than shivering. But, this summer my allergies are way off the charts and I am tired of it! I’m sure many of you are saying “yep I know what you mean!”
Because we didn’t have at least two consecutive weeks of below 29 degrees last winter (according to meteorologist David Wire) pollens and allergens were not killed off. Many experts warned us that the allergy season would be bad this year because of a non-freezing winter. But, coupled with the intense temperatures and desert-like conditions, my eyes have especially fallen victim.
Every morning when I wake up, my eyes are nearly pasted shut! And I want to scratch out my eyeballs almost daily! I use Zyrtec, over the counter allergy meds and allergy eye drops several times a day. But still, goopy eyes! Sounds appealing I know! Ha.
So, my wish for this winter is that it’s a cold one that properly kills off all those pesky allergens and that all of us have a more quiet allergy season next year. Until then, I suppose I will just keep scratching!
Last weekend, I had the honor of taking part in the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life in Vigo County. Specifically, I took part in the introduction of the many cancer survivors and the cancer survivor dinner. This used to be an annual thing for me that I looked forward to each and every year. But about five years ago, the Cancer Society decided to go with another station. I was very disappointed for the move.
This year, I got the call again to take part and I must say it is a definite highlight for me! Dozens of cancer survivors line up. Each one tells me their name in the microphone and how many years they have been a cancer survivor. And, whether it is decades or just months that they have won their battle, each and every person applauds them for their perseverance and dedication to getting better. After each name is announced I hugged each and every survivor. Many of them I had the pleasure of introducing year after year. Many of them I hoped and prayed I would see next year.
This time, I had a personal story to tell these survivors. I told them how my Mom battled and beat breast cancer this year. And, just as they did with each person there, they applauded. You could feel their sincere pleasure knowing someone else fought the fight and won!
Many of these people have known me, even just a little, through small children and now into teenage trials. They are special people with big hearts. Thank you American Caner Society for inviting me back to the survivor celebration. I’m sorry things didn’t work out with that other TV station, but personally I’m glad!
I look forward to next year and meeting even more cancer survivors. I’ll save a hug for you!
I read an article today in the Terre Haute Tribune Star that really made me think. It was titled “Are we raising a generation of nincompoops?”
The article quotes several books written about what some are calling the dumbest generation. Men and women under age 30 who are too reliant on technology to do everyday tasks of life.
I have to say I agree. It is strictly my opinion, but from a mother’s point of view I worry about young people today. I’m concerned that high tech toys like cell phones, ipods and laptops are teaching our children how NOT to interact with other human beings. Boys and girls are breaking up relationships via text messages. Parents are solving arguments with their teenagers over Facebook and kids are not learning how to spell properly thanks to lol and idk.
I wonder if young people today will be able to interview for a job face to face or if they will have to type their answers to their future employer’s vital questions? Will they be able to ask someone for their hand in marriage in person or over a cell phone? Will they spell properly on their college applications?
I know to a young person reading this I am the one sounding like a nincompoop. I agree kids today are more apt to handle technology than us “middle agers”, however, I also know I am able to look a person in the eye and converse.
Perhaps “Generation Y” is the best name possible for young teens today. WHY oh WHY?
My Dad is back in the hospital. He went in this weekend and should hopefully be back home in another day or two. He’s having problems with blood clots forming in his legs after having a serious surgery after Christmas.
The only reason why I mention this is because it’s sad for me to admit my parents are getting older. Of course it’s a natural progression of life, but it’s sad for me to see them getting sick.
My Mom and Dad are 75 and 76 and they are blessed to still be active and mostly healthy. But, an emergency surgery right after the holidays forced my father into a tailspin of health problems.
I am blessed to have both my parents still living. I know so many people who’s parents passed on way too early and they are dearly missed. If you are one of those people who’s parent or parents have passed, hopefully you are able to smile at your wonderful memories of that dear person in your life.
For me, I still consider myself “Daddy’s little girl” and he’s supposed to be big and strong, never sick or frail. I guess that’s why they call it the “circle of life”.
I had another doctor appointment today. You know, that annual appointment that you dread the entire year?
So, I look for the lightest (weight-wise) outfit to wear and I go into the doctor’s office starving.. hoping not to tip the scales in the wrong direction. That didn’t work so well this year. Should have eaten breakfast and worn jeans!
Then comes the small talk while he does his medical stuff. So, how’s the energy level, how are the boys? Then the annual “You still really don’t feel comfortable with this do you?” No sir, I must say I do not and who would?
But, the important doctor visit is in the books and that’s a good thing. I don’t like them, but I recommend them. Now I just have to hope that for the next 365 days I don’t see him walking through Walmart! UGH! ha!
Just a random thought here. But, sometimes I think God should have given mothers three arms!
I was at a baseball tournament recently for both my boys and there I was carrying my purse (which is huge and full of their stuff), a cooler, a chair and a drink. My one son comes up to me and says “here Mom” as he hands me his bat bag. So, I put it over my shoulder.
Then, my other son is carrying a pretzel and cheese and says “can you hold this Mom”? Are you kidding me? Do I look like I can hold anything more? ha.
So, you see, if I had a third arm that would just come out of my body when I needed it ,then things would be a lot easier! I’m sure if you’re a mother then you know the feeling all too well!
Don’t think I’m strange. Just a thought I’d share with you. Don’t you agree? ha!!
I read an article on “Yahoo Health” today that I am going to rehash for you. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but I felt this article was important and may be of interest to several of you.
The article says there is brand new evidence that vaccinations do NOT cause autism. It says “infants exposed to the highest levels of thimerosal, a mercury-laden preservative that USED to be found in many vaccines, were no more likely to develop autism than infants exposed to only a little thimerosal.
The new research offers what the article calls “reassurance” to parents who worry that vaccinations raise their children’s risk for autism.
I know this is always a hot button issue with parents, and it should be considered before getting your children vaccinated. Although, the levels of thimerosal in vaccines have now been reduced or eliminated thanks to the FDA’s involvement.
I chose to get both my boys vaccinated, but I understand there are many parents who do not.. partly for the fear of autism.
Just wanted to pass on the information just released today. The study was released online today in advance of the October publication of the magazine Pediatrics. If you want to read more, go to their website or get the magazine next month.
As the nation pauses tomorrow for the ninth anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks, many Americans are being asked “where were you on that day?” But, the anniversary makes me think more about our children and how have they been taught about this day in history.
My children were too young to even remember where they were on that day in 2001. So, two years ago we took the boys to New York City for an “educational” vacation. We took them to Ground Zero which, as you know, is now basically one huge construction zone. But, next to the site is a very nice museum to teach people about the attacks. We spent at least two hours inside that museum going through every exhibit with the boys so they would understand what happened that day. Pictures of those killed in the attacks, pieces of wreckage from the World Trade Center, letters from the children who lost a parent in the attack. I remember my youngest son looking up at me at one point and said “Mommy, this is really moving” as tears filled his eyes. It was a time in history that he lived through, but he knew nothing about.
Since the anniversary of the attacks lands on a weekend this year, please take the time to talk to your children about that day and the events of that day. They will not be in school to discuss it. Teach them, in your own way, what happened that day so that they understand this important part of our American history. It is a huge “event” that shaped the way they will live.
As reporters ask Americans “where were you”.. I am more curious about the question “have we forgotten”? By teaching our children about this important day in history then, perhaps, this tragic day will not be forgotten.