Thursday, March 13, 2014

To the lady giving my kids dirty looks today...

This is a blog I started a looong time ago and never finished... it's weird to look back and see what I was doing....



Dear Total Stranger,

Yes.  I saw you.  I am absolutely certain you wanted me to see you.  I first saw you when my kids were running around the dinosaur exhibit, shouting and laughing.  I saw you again when I was dragging the crying 4 year old out of the play room while trying to catch up to the 2 year old who was in the other room.  And then next, we crossed paths in what my kids call the "Bear Room".  I saw you shake your head when you saw my boys sprawled on the floor.  And then finally, I heard you "Tsk" in the parking lot, as my boys were not listening to me telling them to get in the car.

Here's the thing.  When you saw me the first time, my boys were pretending they were dinosaurs.  Will was a T-Rex and so was Jack, until he saw the parasarauphalas, which Jack correctly identified as a plant eater.  So Will decided to eat Jack.  And I let them play.

And then, when story time started, I wrangled them into the play room.  It took some talking, but I finally got Jack to sit on my lap and listen to the story and about three minutes later, Will had to go to the bathroom.  I know you don't know Will, so I'll explain.  He's 2, and you probably remember, you don't turn down a 2 year old who wants to go potty.  But, I had just talked the 4 year old into sitting.  So now I had to tell him that he had to get up and go to the bathroom with us.  Which he didn't want to.  I had to drag him up and chase after Will who had headed off for the bathroom before us.  He's the kid that walked right past you, without an adult, remember?

After the bathroom, we went to the "Bear Room" and before you got there, we were identifying animals and I had spent some time trying to explain that dung beetles are not the size of that big statue and that the animals in that room had all been alive at one point.  Then the boys began to pretend they were polar bears and they were prowling the tundra, in search of seals to eat.  And I let them play.

Finally, it was time to leave and we went out to the car, passing a large snow bank on the way.  Jack immediately ran to make a snowball to throw at his brother.  It wasn't so much that I didn't want him to hit Will with a snowball, more that I didn't want the snow in the car.  But there isn't always snow in the parking lot in our mid-Atlantic state, so really, what's the harm in letting a kid play?

So Total Stranger, I hope that you can forgive my lack of parenting or that you at least got enough sense of superiority to get you through another day until you can 'tsk tsk" at another harried mom.  And if that mom is me, don't worry, I'll give you plenty of stuff to talk about, but I'll be too busy enjoying my kids to care.

Kisses,
Erin

Thursday, March 6, 2014

What Would GoGo Do?

The following is the eulogy I gave at Mom's funeral.


I have said many times that my mom was pretty dumb when I was a teenager, but somewhere around age 22 she started getting smarter and smarter.  By the time I had my first baby at 30, I knew that I’d never catch up and she’d be endlessly smarter than me. 

My mom didn’t teach me to wear make up.  She taught me that true beauty comes from inside your soul.

She wasn’t physically strong, but she showed me what strength of character is.

She didn’t encourage me to be competitive, she taught me that having fun was way more important than winning.

She didn’t teach me how to get ahead in my career; she showed me that real success is measured in love not in money. 

She didn’t teach me how to get what I want, she taught me that sometimes putting others needs ahead of your own is joy all it’s own. 

 She simply taught me, every day; about the kind of woman I wanted to be.  Without ever raising her voice, her message carried through.   She might have only been 5’4”, but her soul stood 20 feet tall.    There are endless stories and examples I could give, and I could stand here all day and explain to you why I was the luckiest daughter in the world, but instead I’ll just tell you to look at my Ellie’s beautiful blue eyes, Maggie’s joy for life, Jack’s wicked sense of humor, and Will’s sweet nature.  I will find her every day in them and inside my own heart.


We should all live our lives with one simple tenet, “What Would GoGo Do?”  If you do that, you’ll always do the right thing, and you’ll always have fun doing it. 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Same, same, only different

So, people keep telling me to blog.  I was going to try to start a whole new blog, cause I feel sometimes like I am a completely different person than the person that started this blog, but then I decided that, yeah, I am completely different, but I'm also totally the same, ya know?  So zen, but stick with me and I hope you'll understand.

Since I started this blog, I've lived through the diagnosis and death of a dear friend's child, the death of my mother and the death of my grandfather, not to mention the countless real tragedies of life, like running out of coffee on a Monday and forgetting that it's Downtown Abbey night.  When I started this blog, I was totally that mom who blew off fevers and mystery illnesses and thought that I would have my mom holding my hand during Ellie's wedding.  Now... well, let's just say, I keep the pediatrician in business and I'll probably be holding my mother's necklace at the weddings.  Sometimes, I miss that person, that former self who had no idea how fast things could change.  But some of the time, I remember to be grateful for the experiences I have had and to remember that no matter how much it sucks that Mom died (and it sucks bad), I still don't live in the Ukraine or Syria and the regular problems I have are almost always solved by popcicles or stickers or a glass of wine with good friends.

So I'm going to stick with this little ol' blog.  I'll try to make it funny, but I can't promise I won't stray into the serious from time to time.  But tonight, I'll be funny :)

I kept meaning to write this in a blog, and I kept not doing it, so I'll do it now.   A year ago, about this time of year, I decided that I would be Mother of the Year and take my kids to see the cherry blossoms in Washington, DC.  If you haven't seen them, and you live within a reasonable drive, you really should, it is spectacular.  Ellie was sitting the DCAS (our standardized testing in Delaware) so after a quick call to the school to ensure that they were finished testing, I showed up at school with a car load of snacks and juice boxes - a treat akin to crack in our house - and told the kids that we were going on an adventure.  In case you're wondering what would possess me to go to DC with 4 kids, alone, on a weekday, I can only offer two explanations... DC is the least crowded on Tuesdays and it's far and away the best day to visit and I am a person who often overestimates the my limits.


Waiting for the Metro, best part of the day
We trekked down to Greenbelt, MD and hopped on the Metro, me feeling like the coolest mom in the freaking universe.  Kids are happy; they love the Metro.  I could probably just buy 5 all day passes and ride the subway all day and they would think it was awesome.  After some internal debate, I decided we would get off at L'enfant Plaza, rather than trying to change trains and go to the Smithsonian, even though it was farther.  Better to walk on the Mall than to wrangle 4 kids in a metro station.

At last we arrived, still all so happy we could just spit.  We popped out right in front of possibly the nicest hot dog salesman ever.  I forked over $8 for hot dogs and we sat right on the grass and ate.  Old ladies stopped to tell me how adorable we were.  The sun was shining.  Pretty much, it was the stuff that music montages are made of.  Then, the first snag.  Someone had to pee.

I got my bearings and realized that to my left was the Hirshhorn Gallery of Modern Art and to my right was the National Air and Space Museum.  My goal being the cherry blossoms, I decided that Modern Art had no chance of capturing my kids' attention.  I've spent quite a bit of time in all the various museums on the Mall and I remembered where the restrooms were in the Hirshhorn and I thought we'd just duck in, pee, and head out.

Phase 1, urination, went just fine.  As we left the bathroom, Ellie spotted the exhibit entitled "Out of the Ordinary".

        "What's that, Mommy?"
        "That's an art exhibit, honey."
        "Can we look?"

See, and here is where the wheels fall off the bus.  I don't know it yet, oh no, I was too busy breaking my arm patting myself on the back for having an extremely curious and intelligent child who was interested in looking at the weird modern art.  Obviously, it was a direct result of superior parenting.  So in we went and first encountered a piece that I can only describe like this:  A not leaning tower of Pisa, made entirely of 10" statues of the Virgin Mary, spray painted fluorescent yellow.

And as we were discussing things like perspective and interpretation, I looked over my shoulder and I saw it....


That, my friends, is a 6 foot long stick of butter.

Let me say that again.  A 6 foot long stick of butter.

I did it, I had to.  Cause no matter how cool I was trying to appear to the kids, no matter how important I feel that instilling a love and appreciation of all art is to my kids' education, I had to take a picture of the ridiculous 6 foot stick of butter and send it to Jeff.  And in the moment that I stopped parenting and became a person with a cell phone, Will took off like a shot, straight towards the butter.

If you look at the picture again, you'll notice that there is a distinct lack of barrier surrounding the butter, preventing small children from climbing on something that you might find at the play place at the mall.  What they do have is an overhead sensor that can tell when someone gets to close and it sounds an alarm.  Several things happened at once.  Will stepped over the line, the buzzer sounded, and a security guard yelled "Hey!" Will took one more step, did a pivot worthy of professional basketball and ran the other way, back to me.  "He ripped it." said my calm eldest child.  "What?" "He ripped it, look"  I looked and when he turned, his foot had been on the wrapper and the pivot tore off a corner.  Time slowed down, and I heard white noise.  OMG, my kid just broke art in the Smithsonian.  In a split second, I considered my options and I chose the only one that made sense.  I picked Will and Jack up under each arm and said, "Girls, let's go.  NOW"

We made it as far as the escalators.  I was about halfway up when the guards caught me and yelled up  to me, "Ma'am, we need to speak to you."  It was at about this point that my brains started to leak out of my ears.  They backed us up into a corner, right next to the bathrooms that we had so innocently peed in just 15 minutes before.  Three huge security guards started asking for Will's birthday, our address, where we were staying in DC, etc.  In the background, I could see a rush of activity - people walking with clipboards and cameras, snapping pictures of the damage.  I answered the questions as best I could as Will, still in my arms, struggled to get loose.  No fucking way were his feet going to touch the ground again.  Meanwhile, Maggie, who had spotted a frozen yogurt truck on the way into this little adventure and who never forgets anything, was asking "Can we get frozen yogurt?  Are we going to have frozen yogurt?  Can I get chocolate?  Will they have sprinkles?"  Ellie, stood huffing and puffing off to the side, chanting, "Worst.Trip.Ever" over and over, and then Jack chose that moment to shit himself.   By the time they were done, I was hot, exhausted, utterly humiliated and ready to cry.  Well, truthfully, I probably was crying.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to throw away Jack's underwear, thereby ensuring our position on the blacklist of the Hirshhorn Gallery, we left.  At this point, I went slightly crazy, a la Chevy Chase in Christmas Vacation.  I wasn't going to quit and get back on the subway, OH NO, we came here to do the cherry blossoms and I wasn't leaving until I saw a goddamned cherry blossom and my kids had a lifelong memory.  Refer back to my blog about Luray Caverns for more information about failed day trips.

Notice the kid sized holes in the railing?
After a forced march, we arrived at the Tidal Basin and the kids oohed and aahed with satisfactory wonder.  I was having a hard time shaking the catastrophic beginning though, so I decided to apply a standard parenting rule to myself - There is nothing that can't be cured with a popcicle, band-aid, or a sticker.  I bought a round of popsicles for the kids and an extra big one for myself.  I put the popsicle in, and it promptly froze to my lips.  Completely.  Like when I pulled on the stick, my whole face moved.  Finding myself with few options, I simply ripped it and a couple layers of skin out of my mouth.  And began to laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.

We salvaged the day, largely due to the kids love of the Metro - riding back pretty much put everything to rights.  We even got to stop at my favorite restaurant for dinner.

With all that said, peak bloom for the cherry blossoms is April 8 - 12 this year... who's going with us?