Monday, February 8, 2016
By: Samantha S. Daviss
I used to get very anxious when I had nothing to do. When my life was mundane, or when nothing was on the calendar for a while. But now I absolutely long for those days. Between work, kids, and life I feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe in forever.
I don’t want to brag or anything, but I very rarely get behind on my laundry. And since we have moved, I feel like all I ever do now is laundry. I mean, seriously, did our house start producing clothes? I don’t remember ever having this much to wash. I have never had piles of laundry on the floor of my laundry room, but now I do. Except they are more like mini mountains, not piles.
The past few months of our lives have been absolutely crazy. We moved into our new house in early fall. I started a new company, that started out slowly and has now taken off like gangbusters, in addition to my other full-time job. I managed to unpack every box we had, and then like two weeks later decorate the entire house for Christmas.
Then I took Christmas decorations down, and have now put up Valentine’s Day décor. In the mean time we have been running around for sports with the teen, a knee injury, so back and forth to the doctor we went. And the middle one is doing basketball as well, so we are traveling to his games all the time.
Plus, every once in a while we find another load of stuff that needs to be unboxed and put away in the house. I finally managed to create a hole in our garage for my car to pull in.
During all this we are dealing with getting used to teenage life, running around, and hanging out with friends. Plus, the next two boys becoming a year older and dealing with their school work and worries and woes.
And just around the corner is my big 4-0 birthday. So I am getting geared up for that and excited to travel and see friends that are also turning 40 this year. But for my 40th, I wanted a new puppy, so I have added that to our chaotic household and life. But she has been great and wouldn’t trade her for the world.
And yet again, just the other day, we discovered another filled warehouse stall full of family photos for the walls of our new home. We knew all this was still in storage, but when you finally get settled and then realize you have more work to do, it’s frustrating.
In addition to that you have volunteer responsibilities, you have work obligations, you have meetings outside of work, plus you have to carve out some family time.
I am so ready for a bunch of blank squares on my calendar. I think I am mentally and emotionally drained from all the excitement the past four months. So to myself I say…if I ever get anxious again about some quiet down time, I might just lock myself in the closet.
Monday, February 1, 2016
This is the most difficult time in your life, and I understand that. Believe it or not I was once in your shoes. I know you stand there and look at me as some old lady, but honestly I remember more about my adolescent years than I probably care to remember.
My ode to you:
1) You will drive me crazy daily;
2) You will probably send me to bed crying most nights;
3) You will try to play your dad and I against one another:
4) You will pick on your siblings ruthlessly and endlessly;
5) You will look at me like I am the dumbest person in the world:
6) At some point we both may want to kill each other, or just not speak;
7) I will drive you crazy daily;
8) Your version of getting up off the couch is to fill your cereal bowl again, while my version is to put that cereal bowl into the kitchen sink;
9) You may wish you lived in another house;
10) And you think all I do is yell.
And to that I say, you are correct. You are correct to all of it, as am I. We will butt heads, we will disagree, you will find me to be the biggest nag in the world, with the loudest vocal chords.
But I do it because I love you more than anything in this world. There is nothing that can compare to a mother’s love. Dad’s come close, but unfortunately they were not blessed with the opportunity to carry you inside them for nine months. And with that there was an everlasting bound built between us. One you may never understand until you hold your own baby.
But let it be known that I will love you until the day you die, I will continue to nag you to make you a smarter, stronger, and better person; and I will continue to ride you because I know you can and will make a difference in this world.
And no matter what you think, no matter what you do or say to me, or how hateful or angry you get with me, I will always love you. I will always be there for you.
This is in honor of all three of my boys, because I know at some point we will all hit rough patches together, but no matter what… I will love you with all my heart and soul until the day I die, and then some.
And to all you parents out there with teens or upcoming teens, just remind them you are there for them no matter how big the bumps get.
Monday, January 18, 2016
By: Samantha S. Daviss
Well, unlike most women, I am being honest and telling my age. Yep I turn 40 this year, actually in just a little over a month. And you know what? I couldn’t be more excited, truly.
I feel great, although I know I could squeeze in a bit more exercise; I’ve decided to make this year the year I start caring for myself. I will not neglect anyone in my life, especially my kids or my husband.
But I have decided to start taking longer baths, or longer walks, or get a massage every now and then.
I love my life and what I do, and how busy I am. But I have decided that this gal needs a little “me time”, outside of work, the kids, and being a wife.
In my 40 years, I know most of you all are saying, oh you young thing. And you are right, I am young. I am not saying 40 is old by any means. Heck, I still chase a 4 and 5-year-old around. I still water ski, snow ski, play outside, zip line, you name it I’ll try (ALMOST) anything once.
Nope, I have decided to talk about my age, because I have learned a lot in my 40 years of life.
I have learned that not everyone likes me, and that is okay.
I have learned that I don’t like everyone, and that is okay.
I have learned that my body is not perfect, but it did create three perfect human beings.
I have learned that no matter what life throws your way, you can and will survive. You just have to have faith in yourself, lean on your friends and family, and pray.
I have discovered what makes me happy, other than my family…and that is writing.
I have one special spot in the entire world that really makes my heart tick…Italy.
I have traveled, I have seen a lot of places in the world and met a lot of different people.
I listen to my friends. I pray for my friends, and I have been very selective in my friendships, so as not to create any drama in my life.
I have learned that a drama free life is the best life.
I have learned that my children are my heart and soul, and my little buddies, and my laugh factories.
I have learned that my parents love me and always will love me unconditionally.
Most importantly, I have learned that even though we don’t always see eye to eye or agree, my husband is my very best friend. He knows me better than anyone, and he loves me regardless of my quirks. And he truly is my other half. Every time he reaches for my hand, my heart still flutters; every time he kisses me I know he is my protector; and most importantly, he has seen my heart break and I know he will do everything in his power from allowing that to happen again.
Turning 40, to me, is fantastic. I finally have it together, I am finally comfortable with me, and I am comfortable in my own skin. I say a friendly hello to everyone I see, and I truly mean it. I give a hug to most, and I truly mean it. There is nothing fake or pretentious about me. In my mind, life is too short to be focused on you and only you. I live every day I have been given to its fullest.