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Everyday He’s Shufflin’: While You Were Out, Spring Break Edition

Ever since he was en utero, DJ has loved to dance. After seven years of saying we should enroll him in a dance class, we finally put him in hip hop and breakdancing last fall. As I saw him on stage at his recital in December, cheesin’ and basking in the spotlight as he popped, locked, glided and B-boy’d across the stage, I was struck hard – deep in my chest – with a feeling I’ve never felt before; one that’s hard to explain. I became acutely aware of and physically plugged into just how happy he was.

After his recital, I ran into his hip hop teacher backstage and, choking back tears, thanked her for helping him find that happiness. I’m certain she thinks I’m crazy, but it’s really hard to describe that feeling of seeing your child personify passion in such a way for the first time.

Fast-forward a few weeks. We had been toying with the idea of redoing DJ’s bedroom for some time. It was themed after his favorite movie as a toddler, Cars. Four years, one sequel and leap into the “tween” phase later, it seemed that we were nearing the time when we should stop talking and start acting.

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A few quick Google searches later and I realized I could buy him a small dance floor that he could practice on, maybe a mirror to watch his technique and, perhaps, some cool art for the walls. Then Scoot remembered a show he’d seen at a local art school where an interior designer had a hip hop-style room on display. He went to the school and inquired about the designer who has since graduated. Less than a day later, I was on the phone with Dee asking if she had any interest in designing a bedroom for an eight-year-old aspiring B-boy. She leapt at the chance.

I thought hiring an interior designer was something only rich people could do, but I quickly figured out that A.) It wasn’t nearly as expensive as I expected it to be; B.) She had a lot of creative ideas for materials and execution that saved us money; and C.) The results would end up being so much better than anything we could have come up with on our own.

We went away for spring break and came back to this (sorry, I had to pixelate some of the pictures to blur their names so you can’t really see the full effect of the graffiti):

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I think he likes it…

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*** If anyone in the Sacramento region needs an interior designer, I HIGHLY recommend Dee. She’s creative, professional, courteous and flexible. Her portfolio includes all sorts of styles, room types, sizes, etc. If you give her a call, tell her Emmie sent you. I didn’t get anything for saying this…it’s just a heart-felt endorsement of her work from a very satisfied client. ***

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On Friendship: My Failure and Renewed Hope

I’ve not always been the best friend. I’ve hurt. And I’ve been hurt. I’ve moved away. I’ve been deserted. After Scoot and I became serious during my junior year of high school, I – intentionally or not – swore off trying very hard at friendship. What was the point?

The girls who were my age were trying to get as far away from their parents as possible while I was devoting my entire being to keeping alive my long-distance relationship with Scoot, whose mom lives just two miles from my own. They were planning for their post-college travels around the world while I was planning my wedding in our hometown. They were renting apartments with roommates in Los Angeles and New York and San Francisco while I took out a mortgage on a home in the suburbs with room for a nursery for my young son. I had a very hard time relating.

Women who were in a similar life stage to me were planning their weddings while shuffling their meeting schedules at work. They were spending $1600 a month on nannies while I was making grocery shopping lists to include ramen, Hamburger Helper and macaroni and cheese so I could afford the $200 per week I had to spend on daycare. And at work, when I sat down for my annual review, it was they who would evaluate me on my performance throughout the prior year. I had a very hard time relating.

Recently, in large part because of what I discovered when I was introduced to the world of online social networks, I have established friendships. With genuine friends. The kind with whom I can gossip about that girl. The kind with whom I can lament about my day. The kind with whom I can share my frustrations and fears and tears and hopes. The kind with whom I laugh. And laugh. And text. And laugh.

In return, they’ve shared their loves, their losses, their triumphs, their sorrows. I hear about what they ate for breakfast and minutes later, the one thing they want their kids to know about them if they meet their end prematurely. I hear about the guy who tried to talk to them when they’re happily married. I get advice about health matters. I advise them on their resumes. I get drunk texts. With pictures!

I’ve been kept company in the hospital for 48 hours through a small device that meant constant conversation. I’ve watched a minor illness turn into a major health problem. With IVs. And surgeries. And tests. And uncertainty. I’ve seen pregnancy test strips and ultrasounds and newly born babies and crawling toddlers. I’ve celebrated romance and birthdays and New Year’s Eve and just because. I’ve watched them jump out of airplanes, and jump into love. I’ve watched doubt and despair and divorce. I’ve seen them hurt and healed.

I’ve felt. I’ve felt friendship. I’ve felt all that it can be. I’ve felt all that I missed during that decade or so when I just didn’t feel like I could relate to my peers.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fears that I’ve deluded myself. Certainly the friend ending her relationship, that was never married, that makes more than I do, that makes less than me, that! has! nothing! but! girls! …certainly we will find something that divides us. And yet, thankfully, they’re still here. I’m still here, a believer in friendship.

I’m about to head out on a weekend away with one of my dearest friends with our four!!! boys all under the age of 9 (unfortunately, Bop can’t make it because of school). I’m looking forward to it for selfish reasons, and not so selfish ones. And when I come back I have another friend coming to visit, one who just moved to the area and who I hope to see much more often. And six weeks from now I’ll be celebrating yet another’s birthday with friends from around the country.  

Ends up, I’m kind of digging this friend thing. And as simple and easy as that sounds, I have a very hard time explaining just how happy it makes me and how sincerely appreciative I am to be able to say it.

If You’re Happy and You Know It

Hey, remember me? Yeah, I own this here little place of the interwebs. Nice to see you again. I could write a post (ok, I did…and decided not to hit publish…again) about where I’ve been but instead I thought I’d just cut to the chase and post something new. So here you go…

10 Things I Smiled About Today

1. The # I saw on the scale this morning.

2. Achieving my goal of getting up without hitting the snooze button.

3. DJ choosing to do his homework this morning (rather than tomorrow night) without any prompting.

4. Scoot baking cookies for the Mother-Son Dance Friday night.

5. Having enough calories left today to help be a taste tester of the aforementioned cookies.

6. Catching up with an old friend/colleague.

7. Seeing a new friend/colleague achieve well-deserved satisfaction.

8. Getting an email from my friend who seems to make it her life’s work to have me in stitches on a daily basis.

9. Looking at a calendar and realizing I will be seeing a bunch of my friends real soon.

10. Straightening my desk before I left the office for the night.

What made you smile today?

Life Is A Highway, I Wanna Ride It All Night Long

Oh, hi! Remember me? Me either. Sorry I’ve been AWOL. I have some explanations about my absence. Or not. I’m not quite sure yet. I’m still figuring things out. I’ve been in a weird place that requires me to pay attention to myself and the people who are closest to me, both friends and family.

But something compelled me to post. See, a couple of my friends have been writing their “30 Days of Truth,” but for some reason I’ve most closely followed Adam’s. He’s not actually posting over 30 days but rather is using the prompts when he needs them. (I’ll note that I’m pretty sure Adam hates lurkers and yet I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve commented on his posts. Sorry, dude.)

Today Adam posted about “Something I Hope to Do,” and that – combined with my drive to and from the Bay Area this weekend – just made me feel compelled to put this down on paper (or, the internet) so that I never forget it.

I hope to travel around the country with my family in an RV.

I know, it’s random. There are a million reasons for why I want to do this. The idea actually started when Scoot and I spent the days it took to move our family across the country fantasizing about quitting life as we knew it and taking up driving trucks. But that idea seemed a little impractical.

Our move across the country coincided with the release of Disney-Pixar’s Cars and, in the DVD special feature section, the director John Lassiter talks about the trip he took with his family in an RV. That seemed a little more realistic.

I have no idea if I could ever convince Scoot to do it. I know absolutely nothing about RVs (as a kid, my family camped the “real way” – in a tent) but it’s something I hope to do someday and so I’m using this post to make sure I don’t forget it.

Thanks for humoring me. I miss you more. I promise.

The. End. (for now)

I’ve Felt the Calm of A Satisfied Soul

It’s been a busy week around these here parts. First week of school and all. Here are some of the things that have satisfied my soul of late:

  • Sometimes not having all the answers really sucks.
  • Talking about death and dying with kids is never fun. Especially when it feels like it may be close. Or far. Or…who knows. But it’s important to talk about it nonetheless.
  • There’s a lot of great things that come with being a parent but one of the greatest is when your kids show absolutely no resemblance to you. See also: Five nights away from home with no homesickness and no fear of waterslides.
  • “No resemblance” corollary: When it takes 31 years and one kid who asks to get on a waterslide? And enjoy it? Awesome.
  • Waterslide corollary: Going on a family date to a place you and your husband have never been even though you’ve known each other forever? Also awesome.
  • There is little more liberating to a woman than to walk around in a bathing suit in public without caring about what others might think.
  • Ends up, this confidence despite evidence to the contrary thing is genetic.
  • See also: A six-year-old who doesn’t really think he needs to go by his new classroom to meet his teacher until the first day of school because really, mom, it’s not much different from last year.
  • Mom feels better when you make him go anyway.
  • It appears as though each added year of dropping my oldest off on the first day of school allows me to get a little further away from the building before breaking down into complete tears.
  • Having the youngest beg to go to kindergarten doesn’t help. Nor does knowing you’re planning on holding him back for another year when you’re pretty sure he’d be just fine if he went on time.
  • That knot in your throat when your kid says he can get to his classroom all by himself isn’t because you’re concerned he can’t. It’s because you know he can.
  • No matter how hard I try, I always say too much when I’m nervous.
  • Traditions matter. Especially those like taking the day before the first day of school off and working from home on the first day so you can be there when the bell rings. If there was a single piece of advice I could give working parents new to the whole school thing it’d be to warn them that EVERY. OTHER. PARENT. will be there to pick up their kids’ on the first day. If you’re not, your kid will, in fact, be the only one whose parent isn’t.
  • MMS picture spam may or may not be appropriate when you don’t post pictures of your kids online. But if you got a “Happy 1st day of School” text from me and didn’t want one, please feel free to let me know. I swear I only sent it to people I thought would appreciate it. And if I thought you would, and you didn’t, I’m so sorry. I guess, I don’t know, maybe we need to go to relationship counseling or something, because we obviously aren’t on the same page. HA!
  • Whether at soccer practice, a birthday party or a parent meeting, the following this are assured to happen: A parent will tell you more about them and their marriage than you ever want to know, a parent will make it clear their kid is above yours, a parent will make it clear their kids is below yours, a parent will disappear and you’ll judge them for not being involved, you’ll need to run somewhere and be judged for not being involved, and a whole bunch of other things. It’s important to remember that as much as you love/hate a certain parent, there are other parents that love/hate you. Oh well. It happens.
  • Every woman needs a few good girlfriends.
  • There is a great joy that comes with finding out that you’ve found yours.

My Front Porch Looking In

I got home last night to my boys asleep in the middle of my bed. DJ was on “my side,” Bop on Scoot’s. Scoot told me DJ had convinced his little brother that Bop really should sleep on daddy’s side. DJ understood that mommy was coming home while he slept.

Big brothers are always a little shady like that.

He managed to open his eyes enough to know I was there. He slept with his arm across me, then early in the morning he held me in both.

After Scoot left this morning, I switched sides of the bed. When Bop started to stir, I whispered in his ear, “B-Bop, mommy’s home.” A huge grin crossed his face. He grabbed me tightly around my neck. Then gave me a kiss. Then another. Then more. He asked if I went on an airplane. Then started to complain about his ear draining. One of them always gets sick when I travel.

It was great to have time away, to hang out with friends and meet new ones. To laugh and joke and explore and learn. To hear how others see the world.

I enjoyed seeing the sights in the Big Apple, but the city that never sleeps has nothing on what I get to wake up to every morning.

Christmas Dinner 2009

I’ve sucked about posting this month. I’ve been busy. Life has gotten away from me. The good news is that a very busy December at work was just how I needed to end the year – for many reasons. I’m hoping to spend some time over my two weeks off reflecting and writing. In the mean time, my sister and I have decided to undertake preparation of quite a Christmas feast. Many/most of the recipes are from Cooking Light (my fav food magazine). Of course the recipe with bacon is from Rachel Ray. Ha!

So here is what the Johnsons are having this Christmas:

I’ll try to take pics and do reviews of the recipes if any of you are interested. Ooooo…and look at the cute napkins that’ll be on the table:

What are y’all having? Any awesome recipes to share?

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Here’s to a 2010 that is WAY better than 2009 (don’t think that’s going to be a hurdle to overcome).

My Life Goals – 9 Years Later

In 6th grade, I was given an assignment to set six goals for my life. One had to be immediate and each subsequent one had to go further into the future. I remember a few of those goals and most make me laugh now. But that exercise, and some sage advice from a counselor I saw in high school, taught me something important: how to look toward where I want to be and figure out what decisions I need to make in order to get there.

Nine years ago, on May 14, 2000, I was spending time between the last day of school and a college leadership program with my grandparents at my family’s cottage near Cape Cod. During that week, I spent a lot of time by myself – something I wasn’t necessarily all that used to given that Scoot and I had all but one class together and spent nearly every second of the day with one another. During that time, nearly a year into our engagement, I thought a lot about what I wanted to do with my life. I decided to write down my life goals and share them with Scoot.

D’s godmother (who was Scoot’s mentor while he was growing up) often tells us, “Don’t tell me what you value. Tell me how you live your life and I’ll tell you what you value.” I hope these goals, and my/our progress towards them, are a view into how I live my life and what I value.

 

My Life Goals

(in no particular order)

May 14, 2000

(annotated May 14, 2009)

1.      Marry Scoot.

check…eight years this summer

2.      Send our children to an academically rigorous Catholic school (at least high school if not junior high and elementary).

hmmm…not sure this one is still gonna happen (see number four).

3.      Own a house.

check and check.

4.      Settle in one place from the time our first child begins kindergarten until the time our last child graduates from high school.

Last May, we moved to our dream home…a newly constructed home with plenty of room to grow in a great school district, hence the not being sure we’re going to need private school for our kids. Obviously it’s much too soon to know if we will move before B (or another child if we feel the urge to procreate again) finishes high school, but we’re at least making progress toward this goal, as D starts kindergarten this fall.

5.      Fund our children’s college education regardless of what schools they want to go to.

Well, it ain’t out of the picture, but have you seen how much college costs?

6.      Own a summer/vacation home.

A girl can dream, can’t she?

7.      Vacation with our family at least once a year.

I haven’t looked at a calendar, but we’ve been on trips more than once a year. Sometimes those trips were to visit family (which isn’t always a “vacation” in the tropical beach sense), but they’ve all been a great time to get away from everyday life and spend time together as a family.

8.      Raise our children in a church they feel a part of.

Thus far this has not been accomplished, but we do pray with our kids multiple times per day. D had a great time visiting Sunday School, something he’s now done twice, so we told him that we’d try to find a Sunday School near our house that he can go to. I’m hoping we can try that out this weekend or next.

9.      Live to our 70th wedding anniversary.

I admit, I have little control over this one but so far, so good.

10.     Grocery shop together.

Check. Almost every trip is one we take together. This is something I picked up from my friends’ parents. They did everything together and I thought it was the coolest thing in the world (still do). There was something so gratifying about seeing a middle-aged couple with three teenage girls still enjoying each other’s company so much that they spend time together dropping their kids off at the movies and heading out to the grocery store. They not only had a partnership but they had a friendship and that’s something I have always wanted to have with Scoot.

11.     Run a marathon or other long run to raise money and/or awareness for a significant cause.

Not accomplished yet, but this is definitely still a possibility. I realize the sooner the better since I’m not getting any younger. But I don’t like running long distances so I figured I’d start slow. I’ll be running a 5K on the 4th of July, thanks to the inspiration of my fellow Shredheads.

12.     Write a book.

Partially accomplished. I co-authored a ghost-written book (yes, it’s for sale on Amazon) with my mother-in-law that we self-published but I was more of an editor than an original writer. I still think I’d like to write a book some day but I really don’t know what kind or the subject.

13.     Read the Bible from cover to cover.

Not done yet but I’ve gotten through quite a bit of it. In 2005 my New Year’s Resolution was to read 52 books in 52 weeks. When I accomplished it, I decided that the following year would be the year that I got through the Bible. And then I got pregnant and tired and busy and I moved and got a new job and the whole spending time every day reading thing didn’t really happen. But this can and will be accomplished. Oh, and when I say cover to cover, I mean all of the begats too. Thankfully I’ve already gotten through those.

14.     Document my life so at any point Scoot and/our my family know who I am and what I stand for.

I’ve never been a journal-keeper so I struggled for a while with how I was going to do this. Combine this goal with goal number 12, perhaps? But, alas, the internets intervened and here I am, blogging about who I am and what I stand for. Yay for technology! Now, I guess it’d be good if I backed this all up so I can actually share it with my kids some day.

So that’s it. My life goals. I can’t really think of any that I’d add right now, in part because these aren’t all accomplished yet and in part because I think these still reflect my life goals. What about you? Do you document your life goals? Which ones have you already accomplished? Which ones do you still hope to achieve?

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