Being a mom comes with great moments. And some just have to be shared. This is not a post about creativity but it is inspiring for parents and for moms especially moms of triplets. My very special boys came into the world 10 weeks early. Their prognosis was less than stellar. I was told they would have mental slowness and physical disabilities. I never once thought anything but perfection, maybe that was naive of me but it got me though each mini crisis.

Yesterday I had a very proud moment one of great triumph for one of my boys -Chip. Knowing what the start of his life entailed to being a great athlete now brings me astounding joy. For anyone that doesn’t know what school sports are like, let me tell you he practices 5 days a week 3 -4 hours a day, then he comes home to home work. Have I mentioned he is brilliant? Um I am not saying that because he is mine, I am saying that because every day he amazes me with his knowledge. I have never known a 12/13 follow politics and be able to speak with knowledge about the issues, kinda freaky!

Okay on to my proud moment-
He is in 7th grade and has played football for 4 years but this year he is a shinning star. The coaches have shown a great deal of interest and care for him. Yesterday was his first game of the season. I have never seen a little boy captain and command a field like this. As I stood on the side lines and watched I could hear the three coaches talking about him. Things like “I think Strader is the only one out there” and “my god that boy has got heart” and “we are moving him into 8th grade football, cause he is too good to be with this level”. With each comment I began to realize what I always knew in my heart. He is bound for greatness! When we went to the coaches after the game they suggested moving him to 8th grade level football, I asked if he would be able to compete at that level? The coach looked at me and said ‘I don’t think you know what you have here, I have never seen HEART like this”.

He came home and let me tell you what makes me ever more proud. He said he didn’t want to leave his team and his coach. His loyalty out weighed his need to feel important or to be praised. I am proud because I feel like these are qualities we instilled. I felt like a good parent last night.

I am proud of all my boys but yesterday it was Chip’s turn to be bragged on.

Thanks for letting me gush.

Summer Seems long when 3 twelve year olds and their many friends have made your home their personal club house. This maybe my fault I have to know they are safe.

My studio time is disrupted by mini wrestling matches over who ate the last bowl of Captain Crunch and the remote control has been in places I don’t care to mention for God knows why. Then there is lunch and dinner and the extra cleaning I have to do because everyone is here. I won’t even mention how much I hate the sound of the phone. just pure interruption anxiety.

Sound like I am complaining? I am! I am selfish. I love quiet, I crave it like a huge candy bar. I can’t hear my creative voice with all the noise so it just makes me plain cranky. I can’t be the only mom that feels this way by mid August?

I adore my kids my world revolves around them but if this relationship were a blood transfusion I would be a bag a bones at this point. I am tapped, no more plasma. It is time for them to go to school so I can regenerate some blood LOL.

I may have to delete this post later when I don’t feel so cranky but I just had to get that out. Most of all I want everyone to know I love my funny boys.

Lost in shuffle, put off for last, screaming for attention.

What kinda of mom can’t hear their child? He is so important, my life revolves around them all, they have no idea. Being a triplet must be so hard, the sharing must be unbearable. The pushing the pulling, the competing for time and attention. There is 1 of me and 3 of them so I guess sometimes someone gets left out of the loop. This time it has been Alex.

I think I’ll change my ways…so all your words get noticed -Song by Forty Foot Echo that sums it up really. Sorry I didn’t listen.

I am sorry I didn’t pay attention. I love you little boy. I want to add it is hard to be the mama of these three! The tug of war someone was bound to get hurt.