Time's Running a Marathon!

Yesterday my Niece Lacy turned sixteen.  The night before that I attended freshman orientation for Delaney.  In my mind 10 years ago was 1990, not 22 years ago!  When did time not only march, but decide to run a marathon?  I have a step daughter that started high school.  I have a niece that started her Sophomore year.  I remember both of them being born for pete's sake!  I can't be old enough, right?  I hear it's better to embrace the years.  The person that said that probably didn't have wrinkles, still fit into the same clothes they wore in high school and didn't have children growing fast than weeds!  My Niece Kelcy calls for boy advice.  I find myself not sharing what I was doing my freshman year of high school with any of them!  I'm pretty sure that I will be locking my year books away in a safety deposit box to only be opened upon my death, when they will then be delivered to my casket under security, like with semi-automatics, and buried with me.  Holy Smoke!  Have I mentioned in the last few months how joyous I am that we didn't have face book back in the day? 

As this marathon is being ran, I realize that I want to embrace each moment.  I want to be there for Delaney and involved in everything I can be as she goes through her high school years.  I want to figure out how to get to Texas more often.  I want to cheer all of them on from the stands and have shirts made up that announces I'm the crazy Step-Mom and Aunt and embarrass them.  I want to beat up anyone that hurts them and hand out our counseling cards to the parents.  Yes, I know, extreme, but man, you only will have this time once! 

Now that I'm done searching for anxiety treatment centers, I am proud of the girls.  They are awesome young woman who excel in school and are good girls.  I'm blessed they are not into bad things, that they are (for the most part) respectful, know what manners are and they love all types of people.

Today is Robert and mines second month wedding anniversary.  I don't have thank you cards out yet.  We're moving again.  I haven't officially changed my last name with the world, aka the social security office.  I'm deciding if running away from my life is an option?

Much love as I try to find my heavy duty anxiety pills...

Til The Street Lights Came On

I have very much taken for granted my youth and having a sister.  During the summer, depending on age, I was riding my bike to the pool, going over to a friends house, riding my bike up to the DQ, sunbathing in the back yard, planning sleep overs, building forts, on vacation in Oklahoma visiting grandparents, in McPherson with my Aunt and Uncle, staying up and reading until the early hours in the morning and not getting up until noon, where I would then head to the pool and hang out until it was time for my parents to get home.  I would then eat dinner and play outside until the street lights came on.  Then there's all the memories of driving and dragging main and Stop To Shop...but those might need to be another blog...or when Delaney is older and I don't have to worry about her questioning what I type!

Then there's my sister.  There were many of summers that she was in charge of me.  Regardless if we were fighting or best of friends, she was always there for me.  I was never truly alone.  I had someone to confide in, someone to go too when I did something I wasn't supposed too, and to beg for rides when I wanted to go somewhere.

When Delaney asked for a friend to come over and spend a few days, I really didn't hesitate.  One, I really like this friend (super, super sweet) and second, Delaney's stuck in the house all day long with nothing to do but watch TV, deal with the zoo we have and listen to music.  Now, for me, this would be total heaven, but I can see how fast that would become old. I don't know if Delaney had siblings (she does have an older sibling, but she lives in a different state) that were close in age if she would really be thankful for them.  They can be a pain.  But, I also know that there is something to being an only child, friends spread all over a large area, and having parents that work.

I called my childhood BFF, Melissa, and said that I totally understood why our parents where always so happy to agree with our spending many nights out in the yard in our tents or at least at each other's homes.  They didn't have to entertain us, they never had to worry about us, and we always had such a good time.  As I laid in bed last night listening to Delaney and Victoria giggle (and other noises that I don't even want to imagine what they were getting into) I could only smile and my heart was happy.  Delaney was happy.  Sometimes, at the end of the day, that's all it takes.  Your child is happy.