It seems like everyone these days is creating a bucket list. A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die. It is like a roadmap to help you make the absolute most of your life so you can enjoy and live it to the fullest.
I have always loved the quote by Erma Bombeck, “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.” Creating and actually marking things off my bucket list will let me ensure this is true for me when the end of my life comes.
So I guess it is time for me to create my list. I definitely think this will be an ever changing and growing list. With things like they are this year with mom, I doubt I will be able to mark many (if any) things off my list, but who knows. The first step is getting some things down on paper.
- See the Kangaroo’s in Australia
- See the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights)
- Watch my daughter walk down the Aisle on her wedding day (She is only 2 right now)
- Ride a Zip line
- Go on a Safari in South Africa
- Stay in a hut on the water in Bora Bora
- Publish a Novel
- Make A million Dollars
- Take an RV Trip across the Country
- Take a Transcontinental Cruise
- Walk in the 3 Day Breast Cancer Awareness walk
- Get over my fear of flying, (this is going to be necessary in order to mark many of these things off)
- Go Snorkeling in the Belize Barrier Reef
- Go Snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef
- Learn to Scuba Dive
- Finish my degree
- Be a grandmother
- Go Ghost Hunting with TAPS
- Go on The Amazing Race
- Own a horse
- De-clutter this house
- Raise a Happy, Well Rounded, Healthy Daughter
- Build our Dream house
- Buy a Vacation home in Myrtle Beach
- Be completely debt free.
So there is a start to my list. I am sure there will be much more to add as I begin thinking on it more but this is a pretty good start. There may even be a few on the list I can start to tackle now.
Everyone should have a road map of things they want to do and enjoy in this life. So make your own bucket list and get started crossing things off!
I don’t know about you but every time I get one of those Children’s Life Insurance letters in the mail it feels like a brick landed in my stomach.
I know we are supposed to be prepared and make smart decisions but I can’t bring myself to open the envelope. If something happened to my sweet baby girl I wouldn’t need life insurance I would need an institution.
I mean I still cut her sandwiches up in little pieces….Now give me some credit I did try to give her larger pieces a few times that she could pick up and bite off but she likes the smaller bite size pieces better. I do nick her blueberries before I give them to her and she still hasn’t had a raisin or a peanut. I know she has teeth but choking freaks me out!
And as of yet she has not slept away from home once or rode in a car driven by anyone else but hubby and myself. I know she is going to have to do these things one day but I get fearful just thinking about them.
I guess because we tried so long to have a child and finally she is here. I want to protect her with every ounce of my being. I love my husband we have been married for 20 years and I would be beyond devastated if something happened to him. But my child who came from my body I would be completely and utterly lost.
I know the day is going to come when she eats a whole blueberry without me nicking it first but until then I just want to hold her close and keep her safe!
Yes, you read that correctly. Baby Girl was potty trained in 3 days…
This is both #1 and #2.
A couple weeks ago one of my brother’s baby mama’s (he has 4, he could be on Jerry Springer) was talking about how they had potty trained their 18 month old. She said something to the effect that they were in a restaurant in panties and I almost said “Bite Me” to her. Don’t worry I held my tongue.
But I thought then and there that I had to stop being lazy and start focusing on Potty Training. We had tried back in April when she had turned 2 and it had worked briefly but either because we slacked off or she wasn’t ready we digressed and stopped trying after just a few days.
This time around I knew we were going to keep on until it was complete. She is almost 2 ½ and I am seriously tired of spending so much money on diapers. So last Thursday we began…. Out of diapers and into panties. Peeing on the potty came very easily. It seemed like she was just waiting on us to push the point. By Saturday we had no pee pee accidents and still have not yet.
I always heard that #2 could take a long time. I was prepared for it. I was hoping she would cry for a diaper or something so that I would know she had to do #2. The first day she just pooped in the panties twice. By the second time she didn’t like it very much. Day #2 and she pooped in the panties again that morning but then no more all day, not in the panties, not in the potty. She had decided that she didn’t want to do it in her panties, she didn’t want to do it in a diaper and she really didn’t want to do it in the toilet. So we were on our way to constipating ourselves.
As day 3 rolled around we still had no poop and the end of the day was fast approaching. I thought I would try something. My child is goal oriented. For pee peeing on the potty she could have either a sticker or a quarter for college and she picked quarter for college many times. So I thought to get her to do #2 I needed a bigger prize. So I found some small presents and wrapped them and put them on the back of the toilet seat. We told her that when she pooped she could pick a present and open it.
I won’t say it was easy because the fear and panic she went through to get out that first poop was very traumatic for her. But it was all worthwhile when she got to pick and open a present at the end of day 3.
Day 4 and 5 were just about as traumatic as day 3 but there were no accidents.
It is just one week later and using the potty is second nature.
I am so very proud of my little girl!
In the words of Charles Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
“It was the best of times.” Being a mom to a 2 year old is the most awesome amazing thing in the world. She is learning new things every single day. She talks to us like a little adult it is a wonder just watching her learn and explore.
“It was the worst of times.” At the same time I am the caretaker of my wheelchair bound mother who has stage 4 lung cancer with Mets to the brain. She is on Hospice and lives with us. Actually in our living room since all the rooms are upstairs and she can’t get to them.
It is really hard some days managing both of those responsibilities and a full time job. Hubby is great with baby girl so the help he gives here is more than I think a lot of husbands would do. But a lot of times I feel like I am missing out on some of baby girls moments because I am taking care of mom.
That is when the guilt sets in. I feel guilty because mom is dying and even though I have a younger brother I am the only one who takes care of her. I feel guilty because I have to give so much time to mom that it takes away from baby girl. I feel guilty because sometimes I just want a normal life but I know what that would mean.
This morning I sat out on the front porch and it was so quiet with just the birds chirping and a warm breeze blowing, I imagined myself somewhere else on a vacation. It was only a few moments but it was refreshing. I guess I need to go sit out on the porch more often and clear my mind. Sometimes those few moments of peace are all I can get so I need to take advantage of them.
I think that being a mom at any age is a challenge. But being a new mom at a later age has a different dynamic than being a mom at an earlier age.
I was 39 when I got pregnant. We had fertility issues and had to do IVF. It took until we were in our very late 30’s for that to happen. We are so blessed that after the 3rd try we were pregnant. But then at that moment we realized that we were going to be old parents!
Fast forward to today. We have an amazing 2 year old who is, as corny as it might sound, the apple of our eye. But I would be lying if I said being a 41 year old first time mom was a walk in the park. OK, I am going to stop using so many clichés, I promise!!
This blog is going to be about the challenges we face as older moms and just about our little bundles of joy in general. So even though it is focused on the ever aging mom it will be a place for moms of any age to get advice and insight into the minds of our children and other moms out there.