Proud Mommy Moment

Yet again, my oldest child had a small writing assignment and, in my opinion, did a great job!  Yes, I realize he’s mine and others may not be quite as optimistic about his writing ability as his momma…  But hey, if I can’t use my blog to promote my amazing boys, then what’s it for??

The assignment was to create a short story (about half a page), the only criteria given was that someone should be running from something..  Here’s what he wrote.

He ran after her.  Running for her life, she was terrified.  She looked behind her and there he was.  A mysterious, shadowy figure chasing her.  He looked to be at least seven feet tall and very muscular.  There seemed to be no break in the dim forest they were running through when suddenly she heard a deep grungy voice behind her yell CAROLINE!  She almost jumped out of her skin screaming.  How do you know me?  All of a sudden out of no where a river appeared in front of her.  She looked around and there was no place to hide and no place to run.  He gets to her and wraps his hands around her neck.  She can’t breath.  Her vision is going blurry.  She is still being choked.  She can’t see now.  Then suddenly, she wakes up.  Her mom is calling her so she isn’t late for school.  She was shaking all day.

Keep in mind, he’s 14 years old.  I did not do any editing to the story.  I feel like I should post it just as he wrote it.  It’s a very short little story, but that was the assignment.  I think it has quite a dark feel to it and I was starting to be concerned as I was reading it, but once I got to the end I realized he was describing that feeling more than anything else.. the feeling you can get from an intense dream such as this, or just the general claustrophobic feelings you can sometimes wake with.

I am posting this with his permission and will be sharing your comments with him.  Thank you for reading!

In my comment below, I mentioned another story he wrote and I posted.  It was not as easy as I expected to find it, so if you’d like to see more of his work, click here.


Proud Mommy Moment

My oldest son had to write a short story for a school assignment about the Trail of Tears.  Of course, as most kids do, he put it off until the very last minute.  He sat down in front of my laptop and wrote this.. It took him only a few minutes..  I know there’s some editing that needed to be done, but I wanted to post this as he wrote it.  Keep in mind, he’s 14 yrs old and literally wrote this in minutes.  I thought it was pretty good and tried to urge him to do more writing, in a journal or something.. He told me writing was boring and he didn’t want to!  He loves to read, I kinda thought writing went along with that, but I guess not.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it, I’m a proud mama and wanted to share.

Blackhawks Down

By Kylar Green

There I was, on the wagon to end the Blackhawk-rebellion.  We been fighting them for two years and we have lost a lot of troops.  I’m new so I don’t know many people but there is one, his name is Charles and he’s been my best friend since boot camp.  Neither of us minded moving the Indians, we both thought that it was our land they’re living on.  But nothing could’ve prepared us for what would happen.

“Hey James”  Charles whispered into my ear.

“What” I replied

“We better get there quicker, my legs are falling asleep” he said quietly trying not to wake the other soldiers.

“Not to mention this bench we’re sitting on isn’t very comfortable”

We laughed a little too loud and woke one of the up, “SHUT UP” he said through gritted teeth so we both leaned back against the musty walls of the wagon.

We were jolted awake by the sudden stop of the wagon.

“Right here” I heard our platoon leader say, “This looks like a good spot to set up camp.”  As I got up I heard Charles say thank God we’ve stopped I need to pee.  He got a few dirty looks from the other soldiers but he didn’t care.  I’ve not known him for more than a year but I know he doesn’t care what people think about him.

“James,” he said “do you think we’ll be okay?”

“Sure we will, we’re just providing an escort service.”  I told him.

“It’s just..” he mumbled.

“I know.”  I replied.  I had completely forgotten that he’s getting married.

“Done stretching, get up and set up camp!” our platoon leader shouted.

“I don’t know how you eat that stuff” said Charles as I got my ration of refried beans.

“What are you talking about?” I asked “It’s the best thing in the world.  As we were finding a spot to sit down, two guys stood up and started boxing.

“Is that normal?” I asked.

“I guess, the platoon leader is watching and seems to be enjoying himself.” Said Charles in an oddly enthusiastic way.

Later that night it was hard to fall asleep.  I was in a tent with five other men and suddenly I wish they hadn’t served refried beans.  Drowsiness finally caught up with me and in the morning we loaded the wagon and set off.  We were told this was our last day of travel and the wagon was filled with anticipation.  We’ve all been excited most of the day but even the toughest among us was a little scared.

When we got to the village I was so scared but I still followed orders.  A battle broke out and we killed so many Indians.  I was starting to doubt whether we were doing the right thing or not but we still loaded all that was left of them into a couple wagons.  After we traveled a couple of days many had died.  I found Charles trying to help in any way he could but still there were so many deaths.  One night me and him were talking and decided that this wasn’t right but we still had to follow orders.

One night I was helping out but I couldn’t find Charles.  Then the next morning we were loading up and I found Charles lying stiff and cold on the ground with no jacket or shirt.  He had frozen to death helping them.  After we brought them to their new home I rode to Charles’ house and told his family the bad news.

Am I A Good Mom?? (A Question I think Every Mom Asks Herself)

My youngest son is what I call rambunctious.. I knew from the moment I brought him home that he would not be the quiet, easy going little boy his brother is.  He is sometimes so Type-A that it is really hard to be around him, yet at other times, he’s as sweet and loving as I could ever hope for.  I call him Type-A, but I really don’t know what “type” he is.  He is very loud, even in general speaking, and he can be quite ornery.. he is quite often the center of attention and seems to ALWAYS need to be.  He is also one of the most passionate, sweet, caring and loving little boys I know.  He can be very shy, to the point of hiding behind me (and he now stands up to about my mid chest).. he loves to be the center of attention, but only when he initiates it, he can walk into a room full of people he sees every day, but if they all take notice at once, he’s immediately shy..  It is a sincere shy too, he gets embarrassed and has his feelings hurt fairly easily..

I’m rambling, but my point is, I have two very different personalities in my boys and sometimes I feel like there’s more than one with my youngest (not seriously).  If you’re still with me, I’m actually getting to my point now..

Monday night was one of his particularly rambunctious nights.. We were constantly having to get on to him to finish his dinner (he’s a very picky eater and tends to do anything but eat at dinner time).  I got to the point where I told him that if I had to get on to him one more time, he would not watch TV that night.  Of course, he didn’t get to watch, and he had many more than one more infarction.  As he realized he would not be allowed his TV, he says to me “well, that just makes me want to be bad tomorrow too”.  UGH!!  I told him to go right ahead, but Rudolph would be on tomorrow and if he was bad, he would miss that.

Fast forward a bit and we’ve finished reading and I’m putting him to bed, he asks, “do I still get to watch Rudolph tomorrow?”  I told him if he could be good then we would watch it together.  Then, as I’m turning out his light and walking out of his room I hear, “will you help me be good, Mommy?”  Instant melt!  That boy can send me into so many different directions!  I don’t know if it translates well in this post, but that was such a sweet, innocent little question that basically brought me to my knees.

It’s had me questioning my skills as a mom.  Do I really spend enough time with them?  Do I show them daily how to become good, loving adults?  Am I shaping them into the men that I know they can someday be?  I can only hope and pray that I am.  It may seem silly to all of you that one little question like that can bring about all these worries and fears, but in this life, we have so much going on in a single day that it’s hard to stop and just “be” with the people we love.  I am trying to make a conscious effort from now on to spend at least some quality time with my boys every day.  Even if it is just to read before bed.  I get home so late, my husband usually already has supper ready and I feel like I’m running on fumes so they tend to get very little time with mommy, at least it feels that way to me.  What’s more important than being with your children, loving them and enforcing in them that they are amazing, beautiful, and so worthy of love?  I am hoping to remind myself of all of this the next time they are getting on my nerves.. the next time Zach is being soo annoying, or Kylar is giving his 13 yr old attitude, and I hope an pray that I don’t fail too many times.

Sitting here typing, I can feel the love and comfort from last night, being snuggled up watching Rudolph together.  Pretty soon they won’t care anything about cuddling with mom so I intend to enjoy every second.

So, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for me to go home and hopefully do something constructive with my babies…

Seven Minutes and Counting…

I have seven minutes until I’m off for the weekend!!  I have a tailgating party with my second grader to attend tomorrow night, then the ballgame to watch my seventh grader play in the marching band (high school game and band).  Saturday, he has a band competition, again.. They actually placed third last week in a competition, which I understand is a first in quite some time for the band!  Sunday, I hope to sit and do nothing but watch football!!

What are all of you doing this weekend??  Whatever it is, I wish you all a fun and safe weekend!!

Peace out..

I am blessed…

So, about a week ago, I started a whiny little post basically pouting and complaining about how things were going in my life.  I never got to finish it because I just didn’t have the time to write at that moment.  Now I can say I’m glad I didn’t put all that negativity out there.  My life can suck at times, who’s doesn’t?  What I had forgotten, and often do, is that “it can’t rain all the time” (one of my fave quotes from a terrific movie).  Do I still feel like I’m in some sort of rut?  Yes.  And, I often feel like there’s no way out of said rut, but then I have an amazing weekend with my family and things just get put back into perspective.  I could be without those I love the most, there are plenty of people in this world suffering way more than my family.  I just get frustrated at times.. I guess I’m just a bit too human.  I believe in the power of our words, so I’m just going to put this out there..  I and my family WILL have our very own house someday soon, my husband will get a job he can enjoy and we will be where we need to be financially and otherwise.  I just have to remember to be patient!  That being said, I would like to share what made my weekend so wonderful..

Friday is usually my day off (I work Monday – Thursday), but I was covering for another sonographer in a different office.  It’s CRAZY busy work, work I’m sorry to say I’m no longer accustomed to since I work in a much smaller office.  It’s busy and hectic but I do love that pace.  They actually paid me on Friday, which I wasn’t expecting yet.  That helped our situation tremendously.  On Saturday, my oldest child was to be in a parade.  I live in a very small town and we have an annual harvest festival, this year was probably the best I’ve seen, they actually had a few carnival rides, a first as far as I know, but I digress.  My son is in his first year of marching band and loves it!  We took him to line up for the parade and found our spot to wait and watch.  Of course, my youngest had a blast because they threw A LOT of candy this year and he really racked up!  There’s nothing like seeing your child doing something he loves and actually be good at it.  He’s my misfit kid almost, he tried baseball for a few years but never really got into it, and had no interest in any other sport.  Last year, in sixth grade, he started band and did well.  This is the first year he was able to be a part of the marching band and he has really found his niche!


He’s the little one playing the baritone to the left of the pic.  I have an awful camera on my phone and almost missed getting a pic of him.  I’ve come to realize this marching band thing is like a family, they really stick together and lift each other up.  I’m a very proud mamma!

After the parade, my husband and I rode in our first poker run.  I just love riding on his bike with him, he thinks I should have my own too, but no way am I comfortable with that!  We really had a great time!  The route they sent us on was very scenic and even though I grew up here, we visited places I’d never been.  My hand ended up being terrible, but he won second best hand and I actually won in a drawing for a dinner for two..  I never win anything!  It was a great day.   We then picked the boys up and took them back there with my mother-in-law to enjoy the festival.. We all had a big time and I believe my youngest learned his threshold for dizziness is quite different from his brother’s!  They rode rides together and got along perfectly, which is a miracle in itself!

On Sunday, we went shopping!!  (here comes the shallow part)  I LOVE TO SHOP!  And we hardly ever really get to, but my work is having a gala tonight and I really needed something to wear.  Actually, it’s fall and I really needed some new boots.  I found an amazing pair that were actually quite affordable and after running all over town, went back and bought that first pair!  My husband is such a trooper, he never complained and just took me store to store.  We visited with some friends for a while and spent the rest of the day vegging with the boys.

I just realize after this weekend how very blessed I truly am!  I have a husband who loves me, two beautiful boys who are finally starting to actually like each other, maybe, and a family I can spend time with.  We may not have everything we want, but we have what we absolutely need and that’s ok with me.

Have a blessed day, all.