Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Driver #2 in training!

I can’t wait until hubs, or I don’t have to be in the car for him to pick up his lil’ sis from school.

I leave the teaching to my husband because I'm a nervous wreck when it comes to watching our kids learn how to drive. I survived with our oldest, Christian, throughout the driving lessons and he turned out to be a great driver, and now it's Matthew's turn. No doubt that he'll be as good at it, too. I thank husband for being a fantastic teacher.

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Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Living a Better Day Every Day in 2019

2018 was incredible for my family in so many ways.

Exciting family milestones like my oldest son graduating HS and moving on to college, our middle son is in his sophomore year and rocking HS, and our youngest baby girl in 6th grade is budding into a smart young lady. Not to say that everything came easy. We all worked hard for all of this and will continue to keep at it. My husband and I are beyond grateful and feel incredibly blessed.

After the challenging bout with illness in 2017, 2018 is when I took my time to recuperate and soul-search. I learned a lot about myself and the people I surround myself. It was an eye-opening experience and now have a deeper appreciation to those who were/are genuinely there for me.

I have so many exciting Chicagonista plans already in place in 2019, and I’m starting to feel healthier and stronger inside and out, so I'm ready!

This year also happens to be our 25th wedding anniversary! I know that the saying “Time flies when you’re having fun,” but it’s so true, We’re 32 years (THIRTY-TWO! Woah!) together and stronger as ever.

Bring it on, 2019! Happy New Year to all!

Friday, October 05, 2018

A Piece of Me

Just over two weeks ago, my oldest child, Christian, moved into his College campus at Northwestern University. A new phase in our lives as a family.

I am sad, but my excitement overrode the feeling of melancholy. Christian is ready for this, and I can't wait to see him flourish and grow into an even more spectacular human being.

Things have been going smoothly, then, my daughter said, "Does it mean we have to start a new family group text on the phone so we won't be bothering him every day?"

That was when I lost it.

It's the smallest things that make me sad. Quiet never sounded so loud. Especially because I don't hear myself shout as much anymore. It's funny but true.

"Take your clothes to the hamper!"

"Pick up your trash off the living room!"

"Lower your music, please!"

"Do you realize who you are talking to? I'm not your friend, I'm your MOM!"

I hated having to shout at him, though I don't regret being strict with him. I should've been nicer at times, and he could've been nicer at times. Woulda. Shoulda. Coulda.

I miss him, but my heart is filled with so much pride. Hey, that walking amazingness at the Evanston campus is A PIECE OF ME! I made him! Wow, just wow!