Are you crazy? Aren’t you too old for toys? These are just a few of the questions I have heard recently, thanks to social media where I can post a joke, get a thousand likes and shares, but you share something personal like a picture of your new toys and people want to put you in a loony bin.
My kids are teenagers and the more they try to pull away and become these individuals who sometimes think they know it all the more creative I get on how to get through to them. It all started with a trip to Toys R Us, where we found a Lego – a Pirates of the Caribbean Jack Sparrow that fell off a clearance shelf. One thing led to another and we bought him. We took him everywhere, even to see himself.
But Jack has since lost his pizzazz because he’s been everywhere and done everything with us. This meant it was time to find something else. To be honest, I thought it was a lost cause. I thought we would never find anything because with two boys and a girl it seemed they couldn’t agree on anything. Some days I wondered if their different interests were purposely chosen to leave out the others. Until Supernatural that is. Then came the boys…
My daughter watched the show and came to us raving about it. So, as a family we sat down and we watched it, repeatedly. We spent time together, played trivia games, monopoly… anything with Sam, Dean, & Castiel attached to it. I was even grateful for the Classic Rock that we get to play in the car now, just because it was in the show. I, myself, love rock, so this made me extremely happy. It became an awesome way to spend my down time when I am not on a deadline and saved me from fighting to get my kids to hang with me.
Before we got the dolls, it was shirts, posters, and other stuff they would ask for when it came to the television show. All was easy to attain, cheap-ish, and something they could usually use. But, then came the conventions. You see I couldn’t afford to take them to the Supernatural Convention in Nashville this past February (With 2 adults and two kids, plus meeting their favorite actors, autographs, the whole kit and caboodle… well, they are expensive). My kids wanted to go and do the whole thing, but like I said its expensive.
Maybe it can be blamed on old age (35) on my part, but I didn’t see the point. The men are not the people they are on television. Maybe I have just stopped living outside the house too quickly. I’m not like the people I know. I don’t have a free pass to screw a movie star like some do, I don’t fan girl, and I don’t believe they are the people they play on television. All I know about them is the fictional characters they pretend to be, so meeting the real person when I love the character can lead to all kinds of things. One of those things can be disenchantment or it could be excitement. Either way I didn’t see the point, but I did see the disappointment in my kids eyes when I told them we couldn’t afford it. It made me face the fact that since I got sick we really don’t do many outings as a family, which probably has a lot to do with my attitude about it. So, I thought… Next year. We could save up and one of us can take the kids.
Then we got the new my husband would move. Meaning we are going to have to find a way to pay a mortgage and rent. Authoring actually costs you money, so my job is a deficit on us. Soon we will not exactly able to free up funds for a family outing. Knowing I couldn’t take my kids again began to bother me. It irks me that we don’t have enough to do private school and they will have to wait longer for braces, but that is life. As long as they are healthy, happy, and have what they need the rest is just a bonus.
My kids are now teenagers and we were losing them to the people on their game systems or phones, so I decided it was time to get a “new Jack” so – to – speak. Of course, I will embarrass my kids. I will act like a child again. I will laugh and make them laugh by being goofy.
They were meant for my kids, but the instant we opened them I was in love as well. So, with nothing really to lose I pulled out my inner child.
Day 1 was fun. We watched a few episodes at a friends house as we shared the guys and made cheesy videos like these. My kids actually hung out with us the entire night. No taking phone calls, No excuses to walk away. Phase 1 was complete – we were spending time together where no one was whining.
Day 2 resulted in a trip to the emergency room, but the boys came along. Cass isn’t pictured because at the end of the night he was curled up in my daughters arms.
Day 3 was an adventure. We decided to venture out and see what we could find around the city that would relate to the boys. A full tank of gas, 300 miles, and seven hours in the vehicle – no one whined, no one complained, no one asked to go home as we stopped to take picture after picture.
The Bobby Library… We let Sam drive, but only for a second. We let Dean have Strawberry Pie from Shoney’s Cass found Angels Road, but he was the only angel we saw. Took Sam to the courthouse. We let him be a lawyer for half an hour.We took Cass down to the creek and taught him how to skip rocks.
You have no idea how something so simple as a few dolls from a television show can bring your kids around. Seven hours in the car. Seven hours of talking, joking, singing, dancing, and just being us again. With my husband getting ready to move away (he’s military and is pcsing away from us), and my family coming closer it has never been more important to have a bond with my kids. You get used to the life as a military family, but we all have to work together or it doesn’t work.
These dolls did just that. When we were drifting apart and their teenage lives were taking over a act of childishness brought them back. And, no matter how silly I might look I will do whatever it takes to be a good mom, and keep the lines of communication open… So, to answer the questions… No, I am not crazy. No, I am not too old to play with dolls. The real question should be would you be willing to swallow your pride and act like a fool to make your kids smile. I have. I will. I do.
Dean and I worked together and brought everyone together. I am excited to know there will be a season 13. My kids are ecstatic. While I still don’t get the point of conventions, maybe just maybe if we save up a little each year and they are still doing them we should be able to go in 2020. In the meantime, we will spend two nights a week doing family game night and family Netflix night with Supernatural headlining. The writers saved our family from eternal boredom, ignoring each other, and teenage tantrums. The entire cast and crew should be glowing with pride because I know I am not the only one out there that has this one television show in common with their family and friends.
*** In case the toy makers read this… We still need a Bobby, Crowley, and Charlie to be made so we can have our little plush family.
Title: All I Ask
Author: Elizabeth York
Genre: Contemporary/Romantic Suspense
My name is Devan Anderson and I am a photographer and the by product of a cheating father and a childhood evaporated by illness. I’m stubborn, protective, but I care more than I let on. What does a girl like me do when I taste life for the first time?
I’ll give you a hint. It isn’t what you think.
My name is Ian Jensen and I am a Pediatric Oncologist that works day and night with kids that prove to be braver than I. I am open to Nerf gun fights, having fun, and taking control. What’s a doctor who lives life by the book do when given a new chapter to live in?
Ask me again tomorrow?
What happens when a photographer set to live in the dark meets the doctor that lives in the light? What happens when our world collide?
Author Elizabeth York has been writing for about seven years. Located in the southeast, she spends her days drinking sweet tea on the porch with her laptop in hand. She has devoted her life to her family and her books. With the loss of her Father to cancer in 2010 she makes “Dear Daddy” dedication pages in each book and donates 10% royalties to cancer research.
Elizabeth was given a 2015 Author of the Year award sponsored by 31 blogs for her role in helping her fellow authors and her writing. She was also accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015.
People know my story. The mom who gave up her special needs son for a better life only for complications and budget cuts to take over and send him into foster care. I was working diligently to create a relationship with my son and help do whatever I could to get him closer to us.
We have been very lucky in that department. He has been moved closer, but it seems it came a day late and a dollar short. I have been sick. It’s something that doesn’t show up in lab work except to leave doctors scratching their heads. It is something I have struggled with since I got Lyme’s from a tick. Some physicians tell me its normal from the damage that was done from the bug. Some even tell me I am lucky I can still walk and talk. Others tell me what my labs currently say and then push me to take any kind of medicine they think “might” work. I don’t knock any of it, I would love to feel better.
I have sunk so low that I do everything from a chair. Standing up for more than fifteen minutes is something I cannot do anymore. But because there is no diagnosis there is no code for the military to use to stop what is coming.
We are on orders for a new duty station. I knew when I married a soldier that it would happen. That is was possible. I have been to quite a few places, but we came to the location we are at now on a reassignment a few years ago and even though we are a hop, skip, and a jump away from retirement its time to move again.
Usually, moving is an adventure I can’t wait to be a part of. To start over somewhere new, but this time its a solemn occasion.
I will no longer be within a days driving distance from my son we prayed, worked, begged, and pleaded to get closer to us. I will no longer be at a duty station that has a hospital, which I spend about 20% of each year in one. There isn’t even a clinic on the base.
The worst part, the one person in the world I should be able to count on for support or to help me told me I knew what I was getting into. When divorce was mentioned I was told it was my choice. These are not the words any woman wants to here. Its okay to fight for the person you want. If you have someone that is not worth fighting for then why are you with them?
So, here I am pouring it out on my blog.
You are probably wondering why the person who is 99% happy posts, and smiling would post something like this… Because I am not the only one who has gone through this or will go through this. Sure, the circumstances might be different, but in the end I won’t be the only person who has had to choose between her son and her husband.
So, the moral of my story is to hug those you love tight. Tell them how much you appreciate them, and be grateful because you could be in my shoes or something much worse.
Ever read a scary story. The kind where you think you know the ending, you think you know what is going to happen only to be wrong every single time. That has been my life for the last five years.
April 2008 I went to the doctor for a wide range of symptoms that made no sense. We were in Texas and they tested for everything, but when everything came back normal I called my mom. I went over everything with her and she told me it sounded familiar because someone else in the family had something like it. They had Lyme’s disease.
We called my doctor and explained. He swore being in that part of Texas it was not possible, but they never factored in my weekend trips to Tennessee to visit with my dad who was terminal.
CDC states no one from our area has gotten Lyme’s from a tick…. They are wrong! I tested positive for it, took the meds, and got better. However, I can tell damage was done because I still had revolving symptoms (They were minimal compared to what they were before).
Sept. 2011 My husband came home from deployment and we decided to take our first family vacation that wasn’t a trip to see family. We packed up our car, buckled in the kids, and picked up my brother then we headed down to Florida. I spent nearly every year at Disney growing up, and I wanted my kids to make sure they got to see it at least once.
I still remember my left arm hurting and going numb. I remember talking to my aunt-in-law about it before we got dressed for the day.
“Tell your husband.”
Her words echoed because I knew that is what I should have done, but I didn’t want to ruin the trip. We boarded the buses and rode to Epcot where I sat next to my son and went up in the big ball. I had what I call mini black out spells. They lasted a millisecond, but I could still feel them. Waves and waves of feeling hot flashes and feeling like I was waking up every time I blinked. My chest began to ache and I started to panic.
This is the part of the story where you would think I was having a heart attack, but I wasn’t.
When we got off the ride my husband suggested we get something to eat because I didn’t really eat on the way down to Disney (14 hour drive). We went to one of the restaurants and got a burger and grapes. I ate, but I still felt horrible and the chest pain was growing. I walked away from my family. Leaving them to enjoy time at the park. I took the monorail and went back to the Shades of Green where we were staying. I tried gas relief, Tylenol, and even antacids but nothing was making me feel better.
I laid in the bed and slept until my family returned for dinner. We ate at the hotel only for the same mini-blackouts to happen with every puff of my cigarette or bite of my food.
My husband rushed me to Celebration Hospital where I left from fear three times. I just wanted to go home. Back to the hospitals I knew. Back where my family and friends were. Back where my father was buried so if I did die I wouldn’t be a burden as my family tried to ship my body home. My husband had to get them to sedate me to admit me.
Test after test was ran and the only thing they could come up with was a gallbladder attack. I knew better because I knew my body. I signed out AMA and traveled to Nashville to go to Vanderbilt. It wasn’t home, but they had handled my dad after our local hospital misdiagnosed him. They are considered the best hospital within a 100-200 mile radius. People travel from all over to be seen there, including me.
By the time, I walked in the doors of the emergency room my BP was excessively low, my potassium was dropping, my blood sugar was in the double digits close to my age, and every test they ran came back that I was dropping.
Still think you know what is happening to me? Do you know where the movie is going next?
Six days later Vanderbilt couldn’t find anything more than what the hospital in Florida found. Discharged and wanting to see my kids I left.
I have only walked out of a hospital in tears one time. That was that moment.
I followed up with my doctor who explained that something had changed. With every puff of my cigarette I could feel my heart stop, so I quit smoking that night. A full pack of cigarettes in my hand I lit one in the parking lot of the hospital and that beating stopped for just long enough for fear to settle in. That was all it took to walk away from smoking after 11 years of the bad habit.
Fast Forward two years. They decide to remove my gallbladder. I went along with it because they made promises of how I would feel completely normal again. Only that was a lie.
I have had recurring revolving symptoms from chest pain, numbness in the body, abdominal swelling, dizziness, elevated liver enzymes, positive d-timer (no clot), low iron, and more. It has only gotten worse over the five years since that first hospital stay. To the point now I can’t walk without assistance. I always bounce back, sometimes it takes a few days to a few months, but I am on the third month and I am not bouncing back this time.
My labs are good except for a little anemia, and a positive ESR, but my doctor assures me with some iron I will be fine.
I read this article online about a woman who also went to Disney and got sick. She has POTS. I welcomed the article because she is just like me. I’ve been accused of being paranoid, taking drugs, being a hypochondriac, and many other things, but just like her there is something wrong.
Reading her story was like reading about my own life. Only I usually bounce back. (Just waiting for the bouncing back part currently).
I haven’t gone public with the severity of this and have tried to hide it as best as I can. I have lied to people to get out of obligations. I have dropped signing events when I am bedridden. I have missed visitation with my oldest son when he does get to come into town because I am too weak to get up. I have even missed deadlines, many many deadlines because I am too sick to even type. My family has spent more hours inside an ER than we have spent with our extended family.
I wasn’t going to go public with this, but after talking to my husband I felt that the world (people who read this) deserved the truth. You all deserve to know why I sometimes go silent. You as my family, friends, and fans deserve to know that I am not ignoring you, avoiding you, or even hiding from you. For the author part of my life I leave a book order form on my website so if you miss seeing me at an event you can still get my books. For the family part of my life I make sure my kids are loved, educated, and I try to keep them from worrying about me. The rest of my life I take in stride. I do what I can when I can and hope that others will forgive me when I can’t and fail to do something for/with them.
I asked at the beginning of this post if you have ever watched a movie and never knew where it was going even though you thought you did?
That’s the story of my life.
If I have bailed on any of you… I apologize. I am truly sorry for letting you down.
We are so excited to show you the cover of Shaded With Love: A Coloring Book for a Cause!
This coloring book, featuring 75 designs inspired by your favorite authors & bloggers, will release on DECEMBER 14th, just in time for the holidays and all proceeds will benefit FREE2LUV, an anti-bullying non-profit. So get your one-click finger ready!
Illustrator: Jessica Hildreth
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