Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Apr 28, 2009 in
Brian and Mom
OK, so his head seemed that big.
At 5:30pm.
Fourteen years ago.
When I hated everyone, until I held a little (well, not so little) boy wonder bundle of joy. He was more a bundle of farts and fussiness than joy. We had quite the ride. I was exhausted, and as beat up as he was. Seems birthing an Irish king requires a mother begin the battle at birth. If he could survive that, he will survive anything.
But will I?
Run For Your Lives
Saturday Brian invited his posse over for a birthday sleepover. Do you have any idea how bad a group of teenage boys can smell? Or how much they can eat?
Judging by the amount of both I would say that Brian thinks he had a great 14th birthday party.
The dog, cat, myself, his dad, the neighbors and the parents of the boys who came are still recovering.
OIY, to have that much energy.
Oh and yes. He now is certain he knows everything.
He is … all of 14.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
http://www.8womendream.com
Tags: charlie Brown, milestone with kids
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Apr 22, 2009 in
Brian and Mom
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“In what grade do teachers stop giving homework?”
“They never stop giving homework son.”
“Even if I take something like dirt tossing?’
“That’s called being a paving contractor son. You’d work long, nine hour days outside without stopping.”
“Never mind.”
“You betcha.”
Until next time -
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
http://www.8womendream.com
Tags: can homework stop now, homework, why do I have to do homework
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Apr 15, 2009 in
It's A Mom's Life
I’ve been spending so much time on http://www.8womendream and tweeting that i have neglected to tweet myself!
Tags: my life as a single mom of a teenager
Posted by Catherine, the redhead mom blogger on Apr 10, 2009 in
It's A Mom's Life
It’s Friday night and Brian has decided to go to bed early. Friends will show up here in the early morning hours to whisk him away to be with their son for the day. I remember when they were just 5, meeting for the first time while two freshly divorced moms drank coffee in a newly divorced kitchen. Few cups. No large plates. Plenty of wine glasses.
A year from now Brian will be old enough for a drivers permit. I am stunned by this realization. I should be at a different place in my life. I’ve worked so damn hard.
Hell, I still am.
Maybe it’s Eight Women Dream. Maybe in this helping of other women realize their dream I am drawn to pause and reflect at where my life is. Maybe it was the Google pictures Brian found searching addresses of the home I grew up in, followed by the house he was born to, then where we live now. Maybe I’ve been thinking too much this week. I’ve had this dream of mine for such a long time now. Yet, there is my son Brian – the one factor I never mapped in my original quest at life. I did not set out to have children. I was going to travel the world and never settle down. I was going to share a flat in London with Elisabeth, while she piloted planes and I write fiction. We’d date men too young to marry, or too old to care. It seems life had other plans.
Brian, my son will turn 14 years old in two weeks.
To top this stunning realization off, my son is also becoming a man right before my eyes. He still manages to look at me like have all the answers – like I am some amazing woman – little knowing how many accidents lead me to the responsibility of being his mother, his friend, his guide and his champion. I did not marry the love of my life. I cared deeply for his father, but I got married because it was time to get married. I was bored with being the original working girl of the 1980s. I married and settled down in the month of April. This year’s spring the weather matches exactly the weather when I married Brian’s dad on that windy April Saturday of 1990. Maybe this is why I am stuck thinking about plans, dreams, love and loss.
I had one hell of a time getting pregnant. Once married, it took over five years of trying, with fists shaking up at God (and the big blue sky) to produce this boy wonder, who’s snoring quietly comforts me from the other room. A funny thing happened on my way to my exotic life: I fell in love with a 9 pound bundle of boy-joy. It forever changed my life.
Tonight as I sit here in the quiet darkness of our small kitchen, a song plays softly in the background. It’s a song by Snow Patrol when every time I hear it, reminds me of another life I once chased and left behind. I remember some years back when at the end of the movie The Horse Whisperer my mother leans over to my right ear and says, “Love can end up just like that Catherine.” What the hell? In this moment I realize there is more to my mother than perfect hair and a lovely pearl necklace.
Fourteen years ago I fell in love with my son, then my newly divorced life, and finally with a man who’s brilliant wit and Cheshire smile made my heart skip across several states. I am reminded of the way he smoked his cigarettes, the way he curled his body gently around my aging ass and the gentle way he made me laugh myself to sleep with his New York view of the world. We shared a brief moment in time – like
the passing spring wild flowers which surround my home this April. In a week they will be gone. Is it really like my mother once said – that life can be like the end of that fuc*ing horse movie?
Or is this just a bad case of spring fever?
If I lay here … if I just lay here …
Shut up stereo; I’m going to bed.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
http://www.8womendream.com
Tags: Add new tag, how children change your life, Soul Patrol Let's Chasing Cars
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