Eighteen

Tomorrow my "baby" turns 18.  I just cannot believe it.  I promise, just the other day he was 3...I blinked and here we are.

In the wee small hours of the morning (I woke up at 3am this morning - caffeine often has a strange effect on me...instead of keeping me up for hours, I go to sleep thinking that the caffeine hasn't affected me at all...and then BAM, I wake up at 3am and I'm up until it's time to get up)...

Anyway, in the wee small hours of the morning, I decided to blog about my boy being 18. My first thoughts were toward a sweet, sappy, reflective writing thinking back to 18 years ago and having no clue what I was in for...but getting the best blessing ever.  And then, as I got closer to morning, I decided to do something that maybe had a little more humor...and possibly still subjected to the sweet, sappy reflections...

This bi-polar approach can be blamed on Kate Conner...this is what I was reading at 3am...and 4am...her blog is not bi-polar per se...but it contains the truths I need to hear infused with the humor of living life with three kids. If you don't read her blog, you should.

Again...I digress...

So, without further adieu...here are 10 things I've learned by being Dylan's mom:

#1 - One of Dylan's preschool teachers gave me the BEST parenting advice ever...she said "If it's not immoral, illegal, or a potential danger to the child or others, don't sweat it". I can honestly say, I took that to heart. Hear me say, there is a time & place for discipline and self-control...but there are battles that we don't need to wage with our children. Wearing matching clothes...while embarrassing to you at the moment...is not that big of a deal. And just think, one day you can pull that picture out showing off their most hideous outfit choice, and the embarrassment will be theirs!

I did put my foot down on wearing socks with tennis shoes...there is no place for feet in tennis shoes without socks. That's just gross.

#2 - "I don't have time to go to the emergency room" is a valid reason "why not" for whatever hair-brained, daredevil trick that your child wants to try. This should be your immediate reaction to "Hey, Mom! Watch this!"

#3 - If you have dirt, sand, or mulch within a 10 foot range of your child, you are going to have it in their pants, socks, shoes...and transferred to your house. No lie...one day I think I dumped an entire sandbox out of Dylan's pants. How the child had been walking around with all that sand is beyond me.

#4 - There is a reason that boys don't use hair dryers. I have the singed towel to prove it. When asked why in the world he stuck the hair dryer right up on the towel, the answer was "I wanted to see what would happen".

#5 - "I wanted to see what would happen" is the cause of 95% of childhood accidents.

#6 - Having several seasons worth of good, wholesome TV shows on DVD will come in handy if you have the misfortune of ending up in the hospital on a crazy sleep schedule. Before they days of 24-hours of Nick Jr. and Netflix, "The Cosby Show" on DVD was a lifesaver the one time that Dylan had to be hospitalized. It's also what caused him to be a "Cosby Show" addict.

#7 - Showing up to church, dragging along a child with no shirt, is perfectly acceptable if the child will not wear the shirt you have picked out for him. Of course, this was before I learned the lesson from #1.

#8 - If you thought that you had loved something as much as you could ever love something, then you are wrong. I don't think I ever understood how much love I contained until I had Dylan. And when I thought I loved him as much as I ever could, I was wrong. It just grows and grows and grows.

#9 - You kind of have to get used to your kid. I loved him right off the bat...no doubt about it. But liking him? That took a bit. There's nothing that tests likability better than having that little person completely dependent on you...waking you up every 2 hours (if you are lucky)...being more tired than you've ever been before...and have that little one screaming for no apparent reason.

#10 - Teach your children to be responsible people - responsible for their actions, responsible for their words, responsible for themselves in appearance and attitudes. Help them to own their faults and their shortcomings...and help them to put forth their strengths.

There is so much more that I have learned being Dylan's mom. This past year, especially, we've been learning together - Dylan learning what it means to be a more mature person; me learning to let go a little at a time. This parenting thing isn't for sissy's...it isn't for the faint of heart...and it certainly does take a strength that at times you don't think you have. BUT every smile, every laugh, every positive thing they do are worth all the hard days, all the rough nights, all the sick days.

Happy 18th to a kid that I'm most proud of. God is going to do wonderfully, crazy, big things with this kid.

Amazed

I have tossed this over and over in my head...and the word that keeps coming to mind is "amazed".

Just yesterday, it seems, Dylan & I were sitting at my parents kitchen table...looking through the HUNDREDS of college flyers, brochures, etc. that we had received...trying to narrow our focus to a small group of schools that would fit what Dylan wanted to major in.  That day we narrowed our focus to four schools - two that were near to home & small...two that were far away & large.  From those four, Dylan applied to three...and has been accepted at all three.

I never doubted for a minute that he would get in at Florida State or High Point University.  They are great schools and I knew that he not only met their minimum expectations, he exceeded them.  His SAT scores were great...his academic transcripts looked good.  He fit their "bill", so to speak.

The wild card was Wake Forest.  Such a prestigious school...such a small school...such a competitive school.  We just weren't sure.  One day Dylan & I both felt sure he could get in...then the next, doubt would overcome that and we figured it wouldn't happen.  And they take so long to let you know of a decision.  We've known the results from FSU & HPU since December...here we are in March & no formal decision.

That is, until last week...

Although, we didn't realize we actually had that decision until yesterday.

Dylan received a letter in the mail from Wake inviting him to interview for a scholarship. I only read down to the part that told us to RSVP & the details that he needed to send.  I kept wondering "how can they offer this opportunity if they haven't actually accepted him".  Yesterday, I read the WHOLE letter...down to the last paragraph that said (paraphrased) "because you are receiving this invitation, this means you have been accepted & your formal acceptance letter will come at the end of March".

And now my mind is reeling.

My kid was accepted to Wake Forest University.  I'm amazed.  Not because I didn't think he could do it...but it's just so surreal.

I keep going back to those days when I first found out I was pregnant...when I first wondered what in the world I was going to do with a baby. I remember going into a teacher conference with his 1st grade teacher who told me that Dylan was such a perfectionist that when he didn't perform well on his spelling tests, it really upset him...we began studying harder for those tests. Every step...every achievement to get to this point.

And I'm amazed.

In my wildest dreams, this is not what I could've even imagined for Dylan.

On Sunday night, we did a "thankfulness check" at our Youth Bible Study.  When it came to be my turn, I couldn't settle on one thing.  Not because I'm not thankful...but because I just have been given so much.  Someday's its almost overwhelming to look at this journey of the last 18 years...to see where we started...and to see where we've ended up.

Simply amazing.

2014 - Year of TRUST

A few weeks ago...maybe before Christmas...Alyson was in my room.  Taped to my mirror are a couple of things...my favorite all time Bible verse (Isaiah 43:1)...pix of my favorite twins...and (until about a week ago) a list of goals that I set for myself in 2012 - no that's not a typo...I really set them in 2012 and then decided in 2013 to just continue working toward accomplishing those goals.  She began to go down the list of things that weren't marked off, asking if I had done them.  For the most part, I had not.  I'm not upset about that, but I really wanted to do something better for 2014.

I don't make resolutions as a general rule.  I would prefer to set goals for myself and then move forward.  I have made 2014 goals as well...but they aren't taped to my mirror.  They ARE, however, written in my prayer book.  I'm hoping that will help me to pray over them...allow God to help me achieve these goals.

One of my goals has been to get in the habit of a quiet time for at least 5 days out of the week.  Now, I can tell you that I am good for at least 4...I know that sounds weird...and really & truly I should be better than that.  I like to do my quiet time in the evenings.  I've tried the mornings, but I feel like I sleep through my Bible reading and prayer time...so evenings work best for me...sort of.  Monday through Thursday, as a general rule, are fine.  I carve out time sometime between 8pm & 10pm...spend time in my room (usually with ear plugs trying to drown out the TV in the living room - my house is small!) and for the most part, I do pretty well at keeping this.

I say this as I have struggled this week to keep up with it and haven't been as faithful as I should. ;)

I did slack off over Christmas in keeping up with my quiet time...and did it so unintentionally that it was a week or so before I even realized I had done so.  It's amazing how little things can build up to get in the way of what we really need to do...and we can just forget it so easily. 

So, come January 2nd...I got back on the "bandwagon" and started back in my quiet time.  It was during that very quiet time that God spoke a word to me that He wanted me to focus on for 2014...

TRUST

I trust God...sort of.  I often, though, let my very human nature get in the way and take over for God. I mean, He can't really have time for all of my small, miniscule problems when there are people with cancer...or other life threatening illnesses...or things that are much bigger than me praying over my backdoor not leaking (which is does from time to time).

But the reality is...HE DOES!

And it's not my job to decide what God does or does not have time for...it's my job to TRUST.

2013 was not a bad year...it really wasn't.  I saw God work in HUGE ways.  I also felt my share of struggles.  For a time, I would overcome one hurdle...only to have another pop up and smack me in the face.  I wondered if I would EVER get past it all.  And to top it off, the reality of Dylan's senior year and all that entails hit me square in the face.

And while there a few things I would change about 2013 if it was in my power (i.e. I wouldn't have made sweet Oliver go through 2 heart surgeries in 2 weeks at 6 weeks of age...I wouldn't have allowed my friend Casey & her family to be in a head on collision that she is STILL recovering from...I wouldn't have let my friend Kim fall out of that golf cart and hit her head so hard that she almost died - but Praise GOD is recovering)...but I know that all these things are working together for God's glory.

And it has set me up to be ready to work on TRUST.

So, for the entirety of 2014...when I begin to doubt God and doubt what He is able to do for me and in my life...I'm whispering the word TRUST.  I'm praying the verses from Proverbs 3:4-5 - "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."  I'm working to TRUST God not just in the big things...but in the smallest things.

And in the place of my 2012 Goals, I have taped a card that says TRUST & includes the Proverbs verses to remind me every day that He has this...and I need to TRUST in Him.

So far...He hasn't let me down.

And I don't expect Him to.

Next Steps

I am not a crier by nature...although I've found myself to be "weepier" over the past few years of my life.  My BFF calls me a closet crier...she says she knows I cry...I just don't do it as openly and often as she does. ;)

Every morning I receive a devotional from Proverbs 31 Ministries...they are quick reads and almost always very timely.  The one I received this morning was no exception. The title..."Where Your Tears Go".  The lady writing spoke of how she was a crier...and she wrote about crying as she dropped her daughter off at college.

I'll admit...I teared up.

Monday begins Dylan's last chapter in school.  Senior year is here.  It's been a struggle trying to wrap my mind around this.  How can it be that he has reached this year?  It's not been long enough...he's not old enough...it's not time yet.

Yet...the calendar does not lie.  Dylan has finished the prerequisite 12 years of schooling leading up to the Senior year...he's done well even.  He is seventeen years old...and it is indeed time for him to begin Senior year.

And...it's killing me.

I'm so excited for him...so proud of him.  He's done so well...I would say he's worked hard, but really...he's one of those kids who doesn't work hard, but still gets good grades (it's sickening).  I even had one of his teachers tell me that towards the end of last year - she mentioned hoping she would be able to challenge him in his next AP class with her...she seemed dubious about the prospect...

But, there is a part of me that is just not ready to let go.  I've spent a lot of time this summer by myself.  Dylan was in Florida for two weeks...spent another week at the beach fishing...and between all of his summer "activities"...he has spent very little time at home.  And while I don't really mind him being gone...I don't worry that he's up to no good...there is a part of me that has already fast forwarded to August of 2014 and is not ready for the prospect of many weeks on my own.  I know there are some who have perfected this and enjoy the "on your own" life...but my whole world has been wrapped around this kid for the past 17 years...

So, I'm feeling a bit lost these days.

I know I should take each moment...live day to day...and I'm working really hard to do that...

But my mind can't help but look to the future and see the long stretch ahead of me.

Of course, I have no idea what God has planned for this next year...and I'm just clinging to the promise and the hope that He has a great plan for me. 

Right now, though, I'm just trying to work through the next steps...

Update on my "Be the Match"

In April, I received a call letting me know that I could potentially "Be the Match" for a person needing a bone marrow transplant (read more about that call here).

Last week I received an update from the National Marrow Donor Program telling me I WAS a suitable match; however the recipient is not ready for the transplant.  I have to say...I'm a little sad.  Because I know more than likely that the recipient isn't ready for the transplant because he's all better...unfortunately, I feel like he's probably worse.

And, yes...I know it's a "he".  After my phone call, I received a letter in the mail from Be the Match as kind of a "hard copy confirmation" of the phone call...or maybe it came in the event that my phone information wasn't correct.  At any rate, the recipient is a 50 year old male.

I won't know any more about the recipient...even if things turn around and he can do the transplant.  I believe I'll have the opportunity to meet the recipient after a year...if we are both agreeable.  But I can only imagine who this person is.

Someone's husband...

Someone's father...

Someone's friend...

Even though I don't know his name, his family, or his friends...he is a real person.  And I just have to continue to hope & pray that I'll have the opportunity to give this gift to him.  The gift of hope & life.

Dylan asked me if being a bone marrow donor was on my "bucket list"...it's not really, but I honestly hope that, if not for this recipient, I can be the match for someone else down the road. 

Mostly because if I were in their shoes, I would hope that someone would be found to be MY match.

I'm thankful for this opportunity.  I'm thankful that I've been able to inspire others to sign up.  I know there are people who are on the registry for years and years...and never get called.  I know how fortunate I am to be healthy enough to give this gift.

I would urge everyone to join the registry...the process is simple.  It's as easy as swabbing the inside of your cheek.  This gets you "in".  That's all you have to do to get registered.  If you are found to be a potential match...it's about 4-5 vials of blood.  If you are found to be THE match, there may be some pain involved, depending on whether they do bone marrow or stem cells...but it's a minor inconvenience for a day...maybe two.  People who need the transplants have been sick for a long time...I can't deny them this small sacrifice of my time and comfort. 

And again, I'd hope that someone would do the same for me.

To receive your testing kit so that you can join the registry...go to www.marrow.org.  Be the Match for someone who desperately needs it!

Highlights from Last Weekend

Yeah...yeah...yeah...I know.  The weekend ended two days ago and we are half way through this work week.  I've had very good intentions of writing this post for the past two days...I even e-mailed the pix from my phone yesterday...but I didn't have time to write.  So here goes! :)

My weekend technically started Friday morning.  I decided to take the day off so that I could work in my yard...so I started my day at Lowe's...$90 later, I had everything I needed (plus some) for what I wanted to do in my yard.

Next stop was Wal-Mart...where I shopped for our church kids' movie night...

Looks like I'm getting ready to go on a junkfood eating binge! We did an ice cream bar (aka make your own sundaes)...these are just SOME of the toppings!

After delivering this to the church and heading home, Mom & Dad came over to help me transform a flower bed that had been a bed of monkey grass. If you don't know what that is, please don't attempt to find out. It is of the devil.

Half way through our planting day, my dad received a phone call from my sister saying she had fallen down her stairs and had done something to her ankle. They went to pick her up...brought her back to me...and we were off to the sprain/fracture clinic. Thankfully, it was just a sprain. Her unsympathetic husband sent me this video later of Ayden's recreation of her fall...

I did get the majority of my flowers planted and my beds are refreshed! :)

Later I headed to Movie Night with my Clubhouse kids...we have some Hispanic children who have started coming...they tried to get me to play the movie in Spanish...which made me laugh.

On Saturday, I got up way too early and headed to the church where we had an Operation Inasmuch morning. This is a morning where we go into our community to do different missions projects. Our project as a youth group was to hand out water to runners/bikers/walkers at a local lake park. It actually turned out to be fairly successful since they were having a 5K run/walk. We handed out almost 400 bottles of water!

After lunch, the youth went laser tagging...Dylan decided to hunker down in a puddle during one game...

I promise that's just mud/dirt/water...

Sunday was a regular Sunday...church...and then lunch with these two (plus their mom & my parents!)

Ayden wasn't all about having his picture made until he realized he could be silly with it. Those bottom two pix were "posed".

All in all, a good & busy weekend. Hopefully, this coming weekend (another 3-day weekend - WOO HOO!) will be a little calmer. :)

Happy Wednesday!

{Sick Days}

Today it is raining for the what seems like the 75th day in a row. 

I honestly am beginning to believe that my little section of NC has somehow been transplanted to Seattle...it's been rainy & cold for far too long.

I know we will all appreciate it in the summer when it's 100 degrees outside and we haven't seen rain for weeks...

But cold & rainy days do not make for a happy Jenn.

One of my Twitter friends posted today that she was watching Sesame Street with her sick child today...her children are younger than five...but it got me thinking...

I really miss sick days with my little one.

Sometimes they were timed perfectly...I needed a day to catch up on laundry or something like that and I would hope for a sick day...and voila - one would arrive!

Sometimes they were timed at the most inconvenient of times where I had to shift things and move things and make everything fit into place.

I remember one time I dropped Dylan off for school at normal time and the school called for me to pick him up around 9:30am.  I fumed all the way to school - the day was a half day...could he not make it 2-1/2 more hours???  Dylan was a well known sufferer of school-itis...I remember calling Ashley & telling her how aggravated I was with this "sick" kid...only to arrive at school to find out that he never made it back to his classroom. He had thrown up in the hall and then they found him in the bathroom.

Yeah...I felt like a heel.

That particular day, I had nothing to catch up on...I had nothing that I needed to do...and I remember putting him in my bed and sitting in a rocking chair, watching him sleep.

What I wouldn't give for another sick day.

Now, hear me say...I'm not wishing my kid to be sick.  Not at all.  We are on the home stretch of school for the year...he has AP testing this week...he needs to finish out the school year strong.

But, I wouldn't mind a day sitting on the couch with my little one snuggled up to me...half way between wake & sleep...needing nothing more than his mom to love on him & comfort him.

That's what I miss...