Get Dirty

For those with their heads in the gutter, that is not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the great outdoors. I’m talking about how easy it is for kids to forget about the beautiful world outside. I won’t sit here and say I’m not guilty of it. I grew up during an age when video games consoles were first born and it was exciting. I also knew what it was like to leave the house with my little friend and explore the neighborhood, as long as I was home by dinner time. And when my brother and I were at our father’s, we were free to wander the trails of the woods, so long as we checked for ticks before we came back in the house. I do my best to make sure my son gets a healthy mix, considering he’ll need to know the basics of a computer or tablet when he starts school. But I’d rather he create rather than relish in the creativity of others all the time.

For Father’s Day, we packed up the car and went to visit a friend of my husband’s. He lives, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. It was fantastic! The dogs roamed the property with the chickens, the kids caught frogs and chased each other, and we had a casual cook out with new friends. When we got home, it was way too late for a bath, so I stripped the boy down to his Ninja Turtle Underoos and scrubbed him down right there in the kitchen.

“Did you have fun?” I asked.

“Yes!” he said quite confidently.

“What was your favorite part?”

He thought for a moment, tapping his little finger to his chin. “All of it!” he said, “But I really like the duck.”

Being out there made me miss my days of adventure as a child. We grow up and work so hard, sometimes we’re just too tired to do anything else afterwards. So today, the boy and I grabbed his butterfly net and a bucket and walked down to the stream behind our neighbor’s house. I wanted to catch him a polliwog, to show him how frogs look before they become frogs. But I suppose I’m a bit out of practice. Silly me didn’t wear my boots, so my Converse sneakers slipped on the banking and into the mud I went.

“What’d you do that for, Momma?”

Yep – he’s definitely my kid.

Until next time, polliwogs.

Mother’s Day Realism

Happy Mother's Day

Today is Mother’s Day. Growing up, it meant creating a homemade card out of construction paper and stopping by the local greenhouse for a new flowery plant for the garden. These days, it’s a little different. I’m a mother as well as a daughter. It’s funny actually. I don’t really want things – I just want quiet. I just want a day of laziness and nothing. I want peace.

This must’ve been how my mother felt. She has three kids, along with a strenuous job as an intensive care nurse for 50 or more hours a week. I can’t even begin to imagine. She’s so strong. How can I live up to that? How could I possibly compare? She and I talk a lot more now that I’m older, now that I’m also a mother. The more we talk, the more I admire and appreciate everything she’s ever done for us – the sacrifices are literally never ending, even now. Because motherhood does not end when the kids turn eighteen and leave the nest. Now, she’s a grandmother too. I know it’s a role she loves, though the title makes her feel old. I think it makes her all the more distinguished. And the little ones sure do love their Onie.

I just wanted to stop by here today and let you all know there are different ways to show your appreciation to the mother or mother-like figures in your life. She doesn’t want things, (unless she specifically asks for something.) She wants to hear you say how much you love and appreciate her, then she wants you to leave her alone. She wants you to cook and clean and chase the kids around, preferably where she can’t hear them. She wants a true day off from the day-t0-day, because being a Super Mom is tough work.

And to those out there who have lost their mother, know that she loves you and still watches over you, because a mother is always a mother. Something as silly as death cannot stop her from watching over her babies, who will always be her babies even if they themselves are old and gray.

To all the moms out there, to my mother, my stepmother, my mother-in-law… thank you. And Happy Mother’s Day.



My Crappy Poetry: Entry #33

Copyright 2014 M.S. FowleCeiling Scraper Wanted

They grow up so fast

The boy gets his own breakfast

Cookies and brownies

– M.S. Fowle

Copyright © 2014

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Time Out to Celebrate

My son recently turned 4. We kinda hoped some invisible switch would trigger and he would magically stop with the random tantrums over nothing. Hey – we can dream. We had a small party at my mother’s house, but the big one will happen tomorrow. We’ll start by taking him and some of his friends to a building full of bouncy houses, to run off some energy. Then, we’re off to my mother-in-laws for lunch. She misses him and the kids so much. We can’t wait to share his special day with her. She’s still a bit tired, but as determined as ever.

The weather here has been so nice, I broke out the sidewalk chalk. After teaching the boy how to play Hopscotch, I let him go to town on our driveway. Here’s his street art…

Toddler Street Art by The Boy

Toddler Street Art
by The Boy

Other than that, we’re just goin’ with the flow. My day job is trying to stress me out, but I’m doing my best not to let it. It’s weird, though. My husband works for a privately owned business and everyone there keeps offering us whatever help they can, knowing what we’re going through. My work, however, gives the impression that they couldn’t really care any less. I’m mostly referring to my boss. I’ve had to call and leave numerous messages about getting in a work day or two here and there, just to keep me on the books. But I have to find out through co-workers, on Facebook no less, whether he’s put me on the schedule because he won’t call me back. And when I finally did talk to him, he just had this tone – like he would much rather avoid me. Maybe it’s his own dealings with cancer, which I get. I’ve lost too many people to it – as a lot of us have. But it just makes me feel inadequate and unimportant as an employee, and a person. We sit in morning meetings every few months and he goes on and on about how we’re a family. Now, I really don’t feel that’s true, as much as I want to believe it is. So, maybe that’s the difference between ‘small business’ and ‘corporate America’.

But I will not dwell. I have more important things to deal with. And if I lose my job over all of this, then maybe I’m better off. To each his own.

In the meantime, here’s what else is happenin’ in my neck of the woods…

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