17, April 2009
I stumbled across this while fishing around on the internet, and thought, that looks interesting, so now I am here. I love to talk, to write, to read, to listen, and to see people happy. I really enjoy spring time without pollen counts being so high, it would be more enjoyable. I love to see the flowers unfurling their leaves, the flowers coming into bloom, the chance to ditch those winter clothes and wear a spring dress, or a flowing skirt with a cute tank and flip-flops are my shoe of choice. Although, depending on what the occassion, sandals in general are the all time free your toes shoe.
I am a a stay-at-home Mom, and have three chidren. My oldest,Phillip, isn't really a child any longer as he turned 20 on 02, April this year. My second child, Jonathan turned 11 on 02, April this year. No that isn't a typo, my boys were both born on 02, April, one in 1989, the other in 1998. And my third, and I feel my last child, Hope Elizabeth, turned 2 this year on 18, March. Now when I had my first child I was a young age, 18, at least I considered it then and still do now a young age. I married his father, but that lasted a mere 5 years and then it ended. The sad part of it, was the father son relationship ended too. I never understood people walking away from their children. He had joint custody, but decided, I suppose that he would rather have a life where he could pretend being a father was just a dream from which he had awoken. My husband, Scott, I met when I was 24, Phillip had just turned 6 , and Scott was 22. We took things slowly, as it should have been. Scott was still working on his undergraduate degree, and working part-time job in the mall. I managed a clothing store in the mall. I would notice him often as he would walk past our store. Full of confidence, smiling a big smile, a just being a great-looking guy. It wasn't though until I entered the store where he worked that I got a vibe that this guy is someone with whom I feel a connection. I was simply purchasing a birthday card, and that always takes me awhile. I want the right picture, the right caption, or many times a blank card, so I can write out how I feel about this person. His store was a earth-friendly nature store. I found the card I wanted and went to check out. As he looked up at me and said the total I owed all I could focus on was his deep blue eyes. I must have paid, and he asked if I needed a bag? I mustered, "Oh no, that isn't necessary, I'll put it into my purse." Needless to say, I certainly was more intrigued by his prescence after that one day. I was talking with a girl who worked at a store across from mine, then Mr. Handsome starts to walk by (I did not know his name) and this girl knows him. They chat for a second or two, then she introduces me. Finally, an introduction, I know his name, Scott, and he knows me. Things might start to happen, but I did not know much about his personality, and as we all know is key to relationships working. By his good looks I just prayed he wasn't a shallow, egotistic person. One never knows, until you start spending time together. And just because we were introduced, did not mean we would begin to hang out.
Well, we did begin to hang out, going to movies, dinners, concerts, weddings, and all sorts of places. This guy was Mr. Popular and always had something to do. Starting as friends, then falling in love, and that still being the current situation. He is a great father to Phillip, my oldest child. We were married on 01, August 1996. Phillip, so cute and adorable at seven, walked me down the aisle. A simplistic wedding in a friend's backyard. A nice reception, with plenty of spirited drinks, a champagne toast, all done with 1000.00. Scott and I had to do this alone as my parents said we had not been traditional. Okay. I've done everything by myself, so I feel I do not need to be traditional. Besides that who defines traditional. What it means to one, it might not necessarily mean to another. But the main thing is, I married my soul-mate, the one I met in the mall, and we became a family.
A year passes and we celebrate by going out to a lovely dinner alone. Have some wine, as we both love wine and a tantalizing dinner. A couple weeks later, I realized my monthly girlfriend had not come for her visit. Scott and I would be having a baby together. Scott was beginning graduate school, and I was a junior in my undergraduate studies. Not exactly as planned by us, but, planned and worked out exceptionally. We had our baby boy, Jonathan Isaac, on 02 April 1998, Phillip's ninth birthday. Phillip was in attendance for the entire birthing process. He stood near my shoulder so he saw his baby brother enter into the world. It was a wonderful day for all of us. And Phillip, to this day is still proud to share his birthday with his brother, Jonathan.
When Scott began graduate school, he wanted me to stay home with Jonathan. We discussed it and both concluded that perhaps one day I would go back and finish my degree as I was nearing the end anyway. Scott made it through the two years with wonderful grades and delightful comments from his professors. He began looking for full-time employment when all of his course work was complete. He still had his thesis to finish, but had already done a majority of it. Dismay set in, when a job wasn't easily found. He still had his part-time job at the University, but that wasn't paying him to much. This led to discussions, as to should he continue in school pursuing a doctorate, or just take any job that came his way even if if was not in his field of expertise. When more time elapsed we decided that Scott should pursue his goal of becoming a pediatrcian. He started making plans to take the MCAT, and preparing himself to score high.
About that time a company from the Atlanta area contacted him. We discussed it in length and thought, well, they are paying for you to fly there and to interview you, let's give it a go. When we dropped him off at the airport that was the first night that we had ever spent the night apart since we became a couple. It was strange and different. For nearly two years we had been together each night, and this night it would be just me, Phillip, and Jonathan. When he returned we were all happy to see him and he had no clue what the outcome of an employment opportunity might be. Each evening after dinner we would walk around the neighborhood behind our apartment complex. We would look at the houses and say things like one day I want one like that, but I want to have a pool. Making up our dream home as we walked Jonathan in his stroller, and Phillip rollerbladed alongside. Scott kept busy doing research for his thesis and studying for the MCAT. Our nightly walks and talks about the future continued and we had pretty much set our minds on doing what we had to do to get Scott's thesis finished and get him into the UT Medical School.
Nearly a month and a half had passed, when we recieve a call from the company in Atlanta, GA. They offer Scott a job, and what we felt at the time a desirable income. We thought and thought. Our student loans were already just crazy to even think about. But I did not want to crush Scott's desire to become a doctor. Many times, jokingly, I would say, "Doctor, Doctor Rollins, I need your help." He would just laugh at me. Or I would say, I can't wait until the first time I need you and you are at work anc they have to page you overhead, "Doctor Rollins, paginf Doctor Rollins call on line 2." But reality came setlling in and Scott had been taught by his grandfather to never borrow money. He hated that he already had, and so much at that, so together we thought let's pack our belongings and head to GA. A state we knew nothing about, where we knew no one, would we even like it? And most importantly, would Scott enjoy this new job, his co-workers, the traveling he would now be doing? Many questions that soon would be answered.
The job has turned out great. Scott worked hard a received several, well-deserved (biased as I am), promotions. He is now in a SR director role, and will be celebrating ten years of employment this July. The first year we lived in an apartment, to be certain we liked what we had just thrust ourselves into. Then we were able to buy a house. And we feel quite at home here, though the commute is getting worse, and will not get better. It isn't a far distance, it is just the time you travel.
So I must go back to the year 2006. It has been nine years since I have been pregnant. We joke about being careful, as I seem to have a pregnancy lunar cycle thing every nine years. My neighbo keeps telling me that Scott and I , still so young, ought to have at least one more. I tell her quite emphatically, "No, no, the boys will be 18 and 9 on their birthdays, we should just be happy where we are. She tells me okay, but each time I see her she says,"Baby?"
Scott and I are approaching our anniversary. This time we are celebrating 10 years of wedded bliss. We've borrowed money, owe a sum on the house, but Scott likes his work I stay home, and things are running smoothly. Our main concern is Phillip at 17, changing, and we worry about how to curtail that, if there even is a way. We decide on dinner, get a nice Merlot to accompany the meal. End with creme brulee' for desert. Sit and just talk for awhile, being Scott and Jamie, not just Dad and Mom. Scott brought up the fact I was a bit late with my monthly visitor, but I assure him, all is well, I would feel it if I were pregnant. We head home and stop by the liquor store for another bottle of our choice Merlot, half the cost of the bottle at the restaurant for the exact same wine.
We arrive home, the boys are playing games, all is okay on the homefront. I tell Scott, if you are all so concerned I have a pregnancy test in the bathroom, I'll take it for fun. Okay, he agrees. I do my private part and then come out and laughingly tell Scott, it would be completely strange if I were pregnant after yet another nine years have passed. He chuckles too, agreeing that the possiblity is just so slim. We go look at the result together, we both are silent and just stare. Positive? Is that positive? Let me look at that box, that is positive? I'm 35, I can't be pregnant! That test is probably a year old, it must be wrong. Still we don't open the wine we just purchased. We finish celebrating the night and don't let ourselves become concerned.
The next morning, Scott gets dressed before coffee even and heads out for a fresh, new test that will certainly provide more accurate results. He comes home with a two-pack EPT. Okay, we will get to the bottom of this. I take the first test, positive. Okay, let's just be really certain here. Second test provide us with the clarity that indeed, I was once again with child, and I would be having this baby when I was 36.
So to sum it up, I had my son Phillip at 18, my son, Jonathan at 27, and my daughter, Hope Elizabeth at 36. The kids/ and young adult are now 20, 11, and 2. I home school Jonathan due to my lack of trusting the public school system, where he had been educated for two years. Phillip was in the public school system from beginning to end. It was the system with whom I had the problem, not opting to assist myself ormy husband when we had questions about Phillip's grades going from straight A's, to C's and D's after his first semester of junior year. The school was of no help, and I made plenty of calls, plenty of trips to the school and plenty of e-mails were written.
I find out in July of 2008 after Phillip tries a somewhat attempt at suicide, I look at it more as a crying out. He was on lockdown for about three weeks and diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. After 8 months of steady psychiatrist visits, and medication, all paid out of pocket because he is not enrolled in school currently, he is doing better. He still has his moments, but don't we all?
So I am the Mom, with three children each nine years apart from the other. I home school one, and he is honestly doing better than ever, I am keeping up with Phillip the best I can, he is 20, and I adore playing and tickling my sweet Lady Hope, how I fondly refer to her.
I must go for now, as I've errands to run, and things to do.
Butterfly :)
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