Life with the Wild Things

Just another mom of 2 boys in a house full of energy!

Weekends Past and Present September 29, 2011

Another weekend is almost here.

I remember weekends in the fall when I was younger.  Leaves crunching under our feet, the air had this wonderful smell of fall like cinnamon and apples and cool breezes.  Football games and lazy Saturday mornings.

Now my weekend consists of taking the kids to karate practice, soccer games, volunteering at school functions, homework with the kids, working on things I didn’t finish at the office, squeeze in mass on Sunday morning, an attempt at a family Sunday lunch at noon, birthday parties, grocery shopping, picking up the things the kids need for the next week, laundry, blah, blah, blah.

I don’t remember those things from my childhood or teenage years.  I don’t remember my mom running around like that.  I look back and I know she did because she insisted my sister and I were to be active.  Active kids stayed out of other trouble.  We were in clubs and band and dance and music and everything we expressed an interested.  But I don’t remember the constant go go go.   I know she does though because I hear it in her voice and see it in her smile when I tell her about what we have to get done this weekend or the next weekend.  That all-knowing look of been there done that don’t rush it too much.

She did it with grace and style.  So did my grandmother for her kids.  They never looked tired or frustrated or burned out.  Not to a little girl.  They seemed happy.

Is that what my kids will remember?  Not the constant go go go, but that I was always there.  Always present.  Always front and center.  Always their biggest cheerleader, their biggest fan, their support, picking them up when they fall, kissing the bumps and bruises and scrapes.  Will they remember these fall days and the sounds of the leaves crunching under their bike tires, playing in the yard until dark on these cooler nights, lazy afternoons?  I like to think so.  I like to think that from a kids perspective, the running around, the constant go here there and everywhere was just in the background and the relaxed lazy fun part was what sticks in long-term memory.


BetterMe Coaching Tool September 18, 2011

Filed under: Family,the little things,women's health — jdkihlken @ 5:38 PM
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The Go Red BetterMe Coaching Tool is the perfect companion to the Go Red BetterU 12-week program. Every day, you’ll get tips, reminders, and more sent directly to your tool. You’ll also be able to chat directly with other members of the program on the “Wall” share tips, motivational quotes, and work through barriers with others. You can also access and edit your journal entries directly from the tool.

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The Butterfly Effect August 20, 2011

Filed under: Family,Marriage,the little things,unexpected changes — jdkihlken @ 8:43 PM
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Do you ever think about what would happen if one little minor event in your life (from your past) was changed?  Saying no to an invitation for a date, choosing a different college or the discipline you majored in, deciding not to move, rejecting a job offer or promotion.  Each yes and each no would change the direction your life takes and the people you will meet.

Last night, the boys and I were packed up and headed to Jackson for Dee Dee’s birthday weekend.  A weekend of fun and family.  We were just outside of Clinton, MS when I ran out of gas.  Yes, ran out of gas.  The gauge said just under 1/4 of a tank and the gas light did not come.  The mileage to empty said 44 miles.  I had plenty of time to get gas.  Needless to say, I have to call my mom and tell her that her 38-year-old daughter just ran out of gas.  JT was asleep for a while and Xander was nervous about sitting on the side of the interstate in the dark.

Sitting there in the dark with my two guys, it really hit me how if anything in my life had been different, I would not be sitting in the dark with those two boys.  Maybe with two other kids, maybe with no kids, maybe a different car, maybe not travelling at all, maybe having to fly in rather than drive.

Every little thing that happened in my life lead to meeting Tommy and the life we have together.

What if my parents had not divorced and we never left Clarksdale?  What if mom had taken a job in Memphis rather than Jackson after the divorce?  What if I didn’t have Dianne Waldon had not started the Advanced Chemistry class at Northwest Rankin?  Would I have found my way to a major in chemical engineering?  What if I didn’t go to Mississippi State, but went to one of the other dozen universities I applied to?  What if I didn’t wait to take Physics until the summer?  What if I never talked to the boy sitting next to me in Physics lab that summer of 1995?  What if he left to go co-op on the MS coast and we just said good-bye that summer?  What if we never had rough patches and never broke up for a few months?  What if when we did talk again, I had said no to that first invitation to a crawfish boil, or had hesitated before saying yes?

Everything would have been different.  Every little decision that didn’t seem all that important lead to this marriage and these two boys and this life.  Every little unimportant, seemingly insignificant event lead to this life.  Which I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

When I did call him later last night to tell him about our night (while he is off at a convention for his motorcycle club), first was the worry in his voice then the laughter.  Because this is who we are.  I am the woman who pushes her car to the limit and doesn’t fill up before leaving town, and he is the guy that cracks up that his wife would leave town without a full tank of gas.  No lecture on checking my car, no fussing about what was I thinking, just a laugh that summed it all up.

That said, obviously something was wrong with the car because the gas light always comes on at 30 miles to empty and the numbers always flash at 30.  To run out of gas with 44 miles left to empty really wasn’t my fault.

The moral of this story…say yes, take a chance, open up to new adventures.  You don’t know where it’s going to go, but the ride is worth it and that one thing that seemed unimportant could be the one event that introduces you that person that changes everything.


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