Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Being a mother is the hardest job on earth

My youngest son, Connor age 11, has gone to war with what I thought was the flu. He began feeling yucky Sunday afternoon, and tonight he is still running a temperature, coughing, and just plain dreadful feeling. This illness my son has contracted has become my personal vendetta. I have armed myself with fever reducers, mucus destroyers, allergy meds, and any and every fluid (water, juice, ginger ale) on the market. Over the past three days I questioned myself about being an OTC pusher, but I keep reminding myself that this is a war against the sickness that has invaded my son’s body. I called the doctor yesterday, but he seemed to be pulling out of it. The doctor’s advice, “Keep doing what you are doing and if he doesn’t seem to be any better within 24 hours call me back.” Connor appeared at my bedside at 5 a.m., “Momma, I feel hot.” YES! He was on fire, to put it mildly. His temperature was 104.4, and his dad activated the OMG – It is time to panic, wake the house, and scare the holy crap out of the 11 year old with the high fever alarm. No one goes back to sleep after one of these panic alarms goes off. I then took on the role of calming the house hold down, medicating my child, medicating my husband, reassuring WEWE dog (our Carine Terrier), who thought we were in the midst of some sort of home invasion, which in one aspect we were. David, my husband, forgets that I have already been through this twice with both Luke and Andrew. Luke, being my healthiest child, has by far been the easiest to care for medically. Andrew, on the other hand, had been the toughest. Five years ago when Andrew was 16, he complained several days in a row of not feeling well. He would come home from basketball practice and go straight to be. I woke up the following Sunday morning to get everyone up and ready for church. When Andrew opened his eyes to look at me, I immediately became alarmed. A mother’s intuition if you will, but I knew something terrible was wrong. I instantly checked his temperature which registered at 105.5. Getting him up, into the car, and to the hospital, 20 miles away, felt like an eternity. I prayed so very hard that day. The hospital took him back simultaneously with our arrival. His fever was the same, 105.5, but his blood pressure was 63/52 (or something very low). This was my OMG – panic mode. I honestly thought I was losing my 16 year old child, but I wasn’t and didn’t. Andrew had contracted two types of mononucleosis. The blood pressure was part of his body’s defense to such a high fever. It took months for Andrew to seem normal again. When Andrew turned 17, he had his first seizure. It was early in the morning when I went into his room to get him up for school. He stood up out of bed and fell backward and went into seizure activity. This has to be one of the scariest things a parent can witness. I am proud to say that his seizures completely under control now. He was not diagnosed with Epilepsy. He was diagnosed with growing too quickly. His body frame had grown into a 6 foot tall man, but his nervous system had not caught up. Finally, about one year ago Andrew was diagnosed with type one diabetes. May I say that this is a life altering disease for the patient and the patient’s family? One thing I vividly remember was his brother, Lucas, crying like a baby when I gave him the news about Andrew. God is in complete control! We cry, scream, curse, kick, and then ask why him and not me. I begged God to take Andrew’s diabetes away and give it to me. Guess what? God doesn’t bargain either. So as I lay here tonight gleaming at my sick Connor, I know things will change soon and we will get back to normal. After all of our ups and downs with Andrew, we always seem to pass go and eventually end up at normal. Normalcy is underrated, a quote in my book Eyes of the Washington Monument from the main character Jacky Dandridge. So my prayer tonight is: Now I lay me down to sleep and pray to my Lord my soul he will keep; but if I shall pass before morning begins, please lead my family to normalcy again. Good night All! S. G.

Hello Hero

The title of my next book. Middle grade nouvelle.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

another school shooting

CCU shooting - This is a madness that is quickly becoming trendy.

Middle school children and drama

There is more drama in a middle school than on any of the housewives’ reality shows, or the Kardashians. These kids could rake in the ratings. Before 10:00 a.m. eastern standard time, we had broken up a couple of fights, lives were threatened, and emotions really flew high. We still have two hours left, holy smokes Batman. We also had guest from a local college visiting today. What excitement for them to see! Every day in the life of a middle school teacher needs to be the title of my next book, but I am sure it has been done. Middle school children are from a different time and era. We do not understand their lingo, we do not understand the decisions they make, and we spend way too much time trying to change them. Changing them is not an option. Not to say they will never change because they will. Most will be for the better and some for the worse. My husband and I had a conversation just the other day about homosexuality. I think that a person does not choose his/her sexuality. My husband disagrees and feels that something happens in a person's life that leads them in the direction of homosexuality. I guess the same could be said for career criminals, as well as CEOs. But what, where does it all come together, or in some cases, how does it all fall apart?

Monday, February 25, 2013

Twelve years and peddling

Yesterday marked twelve years my husband, David, and I have been married. David's first marriage and my second. Twelve years ago, David not only married me, he became the instant father of two little boys. My oldest two sons, who are now 24 and 21, were 10 and 7 when they met their "new" dad. With Lucas, the oldest, it was instant love. They went fishing together, they played football, basketball, and everything else together. Andrew, the younger of the two, was a much tougher egg to crack. He wasn't ready to make room in our home, or our lives for anyone else. Needless to say, we muddled through many rough, tough, ugly, funny, tearful, times and became a family. Shortly after everything began to feel normal again, along came Connor. Connor is David’s only biological son and my third. Lucas was thirteen and Andrew ten, the day Connor made his entrance into the world. It was instant love for the three brothers. Andrew did have a few issues with not being the baby after ten years, but he loved his baby brother. Lucas and Andrew have their own lives now. They come in and out of ours at their convenience, as most young adult do, but Connor misses them so. He does remember a time when the three of them sat at the breakfast table every school morning, as well as the supper table every night. He remembers watching them play video games and telling on them for saying bad words. He feels he has become an only child with one mother and three fathers. But he is okay with that. He is relishes any time spent with his brothers. Twelve years went by in a minute and that scares me to death. The boys grew and continue to grow without a pause button. David and I have noticed wrinkles and graying hair, a little thickness through the middle, and that we both are a little mellower. The most important lesson I have learned from life, I did not learn in college, I did not learn from my parents, I have not learned from teaching school; I have learned life’s most important lessons through my relationships with other people. First, my relationship with my husband; secondly, my very different relationships with my boys; and lastly, my relationship with everyone else in the world, because truly that is all we have. Please don’t misunderstand, there are some very important people who fit into the “everyone” else category, and many of those people I treasure in my life, but they did put the nails my walls. They may have helped lay a little foundation along the way, but my husband and children helped me build my world as I know it today. Let me not leave out the man upstairs. My gracious, most giving God. He keeps the walls up and the foundation solid. He is a miracle worker, and my savior. He accepts me as I am – thank goodness. I sometimes laugh with him and think….oh well; you created me and said I could not be perfect, so this is what we get. Yes, I speak out of turn (lots), and things that should stay in my thoughts escape from my mouth at inappropriate times (lots), but that is who I am. David, thank you for loving me and my two little boys when you could have turned away and never looked back. Lucas and Andrew, thank you for loving me through all of the mistakes I made when it was just the three of us; also, the plenty I have made since. Connor thank you for loving us unconditionally and completely, regardless of what you have endured in a home of many differences. God, thank you for my wonderful foundation, walls, and roof; also, for all the others that helped lay that foundation. I am extremely excited about the next twelve years. Who knows, I might become a grandmother, but only when the time is right and that is not right now! S

Saturday, February 23, 2013


Why am I feeling that Americans have become too sensitive. I really need to reconsider starting my day watching Fox News at 9 am on a Saturday morning. Rethink$&€. Maybe I have become too sensitive. Please do not get me wrong, there have been and will be plenty of statements VP Biden have said and will say that either embarrasses me as a proud American or infuriates me as a mother, woman, teacher, or just plain human; but I do not think his statement about a woman shooting a shot gun was meant to be sexist. Being one girl in a family of boys, my daddy taught me to shoot a sht gun at the age of 12. Needless to say, he did not have choice, because I wouldn't take no for an answer. We would all get into my dad's pickup truck, less my mother, and ride to the river and shoot daddy's shot gun across the river until the amo was gone. Now, I do not own a gun today and that never triggered anything inside of me to be a gun guru. One of my brothers is a hunter, so I would feel safe saying he owns guns, but he is also a high school football coach and sports administrator with a very mild temperament. My oldest brother is an attorney and does not hunt. I have not a clue if he is a gun owner. And I have gotten way off of topic, but my two points are 1) growing up around guns and being taught the dangers at a very early age was priceless for me as an adult. I respect guns and think they do have a place in today's world. It is laws that need to be tweaked, not rights. 2) SEXIST? I do not think what Biden said in any way was sexist. I think for him to suggest that we are women enough to handle a shot gun was somewhat a compliment. Yes, shot guns only hold two bullets, but if you know how to shoot it only takes one. I can not think of one reason a civilian would need an assault rifle, maybe just to look at it or for the ownership.

SEXIST in my opinion is Bob Beckel statement that rape doesn't happen on college campuses. WOW! What era is he from. I went to college in the 80's and I remember one rape. Every girl on campus was terrified. This was a sexist, idiotic statement.

What do you think?Do you think Biden's comment about women and shot guns was sexist?