End of an Era

The past two weeks have kind of been a blur. We went from baccalaureate to graduation to party to move. This past weekend we celebrated my son’s recent milestone and then simultaneously said goodbyes. Tonight was his last high school baseball game and tomorrow we pull out of the driveway for the last time. 

Four generations in the same school system. Four generations grew up in this town. It will be weird to look in the rear view mirror and realize this is no longer home for us. 

New adventures await. Our home is completed. We can go back to all living under one roof together again (for better or worse). Last night my husband asked if I was ready? Not sure you can really prepare for some of life’s adjustments, you just make them as you go. 

Each goodbye is different. Some you know you will see soon, others you aren’t as sure. Sometimes you don’t realize how much a person has touched your life until that final goodbye, that moment of reflection. Likewise, I don’t often think about the lives I’ve touched. Apparently there are many. Many kind words of thanks have come to me in the past week. I had no idea. 

So I sit here with the mattress on the floor thinking back on all the moments and memories. We have been preparing for this day for almost three years. It is finally here. So is all the emotion that goes along with this massive change. 

See ya later.


This title seems so fitting this week. I love puzzles. While some people may play words with friends, Tetris, mindcraft, etc., I do puzzles. Right now I have two different apps on my phone and one has a daily free game. In other words, I do at least one a day, usually at night before I go to bed. It’s a great way to let go of the random excess thoughts that run through my brain during every waking moment. 

The word puzzle is a little symbolic of life right now. All of the pieces are coming together and soon we will have a picture of what our new phase of small town living, big city life might look like. 

Last night was baccalaureate for my graduating teenager. The class walked in carrying puzzle pieces that they made on their senior retreat earlier this year. Each is an original but together they are on a journey. Sunday each piece will go their separate way. 

Life is a puzzle. Sometimes you might misplace a piece. Sometimes you might lose the cover and not be sure what the picture is supposed to be that you are forming. Sometimes it all comes together like a piece of art. 


I’m not sure how many of my readers know about the FISH! Philosophy. JGI. I have had the opportunity to work for an employer that used this in their training. I have watched the video. I have also been to an employee engagement seminar based around this concept. Lastly, I have actually been to spike Place Fish in Seattle. 

There are four elements to this philosophy: Be There (emotionally present). Play (be creative, enthusiastic and have fun). Make Their Day (serve or delight people in a meaningful, memorable way). Choose Your Attitude (take responsibility for how you respond to what life throws at you). 

I feel like on many days this is my mantra. I don’t understand the ugliness of continuous negativity or pessimism. I don’t like when people try to rub that off on me and would like to avoid it at all costs. Yuk!  Pity party, no way! However, as we all know, in life sometimes we don’t get to choose. Sometimes we just can’t avoid being around it. For that I say – coping mechanism!  Anyone got any good ones?  

On a positive note I attended the high school Pops Concert last night. Wow. There is a lot of talent in those kids. It was a fun night. The goodbyes are starting. We are only a few short weeks for the final move. Happy Times!


Well it’s official. There is a sold sign in my yard. We are only a few weeks out from an official move. Yikes!

I just have to say that I love my realtor. I have used the same guy three times, as a buyer and as a seller, in the worst economy and the best. He has always had my best interest at heart. 

I was absolutely shocked to get a full price offer on my house without it even going on the market. I know the market is hot but WOW! Additionally, I was very nervous about the price point he was proposing because it was significantly over what I thought it was worth. I get it – different economic times, but it’s also that – I’m not the realtor. I had lived in this town my entire life and while I have a general sense of the economy I don’t know houses. That’s not my job. That’s why I hire a realtor. If you are going to buy or sell a home, get a good one! 

My guy is working in the town he grew up in. He is well versed, well trained, well researched. Even though I was nervous about the proposed price point (and he knew it) I told him that I would trust his recommendation. Now, I couldn’t be happier with that decision. 

If you want a house in this market right now you better be pre-approved and get yourself a realtor who know this market! Call my guy – I highly recommend it. It’s about more than just a sign in your yard.  


You know the saying ‘between a rock and a hard place’. Well sometimes you can really get pinched. This week I feel pretty pinched. I have really good perspective, a positive outlook, and I can move on from things pretty easily. However, sometimes those around me have a tougher time doing that and I can get stuck in the middle. 

Alone time can help. Sometimes that’s tough for an extrovert but it gives me perspective. Tomorrow is a new day. It is my responsibility to have a good day!


My son has a ‘glitch’ in his head. Sometimes his thoughts loop around. We often rehash old conversations. I have learned over the years there are things he can’t let go of and when the loop starts he will go “there”. I have learned to sit and listen, keep a neutral look on my face, and don’t answer the questions (they are rhetorical). After about 45 minutes to an hour he will get exhausted and walk away or drop it. Consistency is key. I have repeated myself so many times now that I’m an expert on the responses. I try not to add new thoughts because they will come back later, often twisted. I think they call that selective hearing. 

When you have a child with challenges, consistency and continuity are very important. Life is in a constant state of change right now and I can tell. It has disrupted my house. The meltdowns are more frequent and the drama has increased. There is a heightened level of stress on everyone. I most certainly roll with the punches better than most people and when it comes to my kid I pick my battles. 

It is hard as a parents to see your child in a state of distress especially when they can’t see the forest through the trees. I often think “I hope someday he can look back on this and see…”

In the midst of this craziness I’m working on addressing graduation invites. We have something to look forward to as long as nothing catastrophic happens in the next three weeks.  

There is no such thing as a perfect parent. For the most part I stand by my decisions and thank God every day for the village that has helped me raise my child. I hope he knows that even in the darkest moments I will always want what’s best for him and he will always be first. 


Bring It On

The weather is so fickle in Minnesota and it never ceases to amaze me. I broke out the flip flops about a week ago and today we were back to mittens. It snowed. Literally in a matter of a week it can go from 80 degrees to 20 degrees. 

Because of my crazy, ridiculous schedule right now I often miss the news forecast or the opportunity to read the news online. Sometimes I get caught off guard as was the case yesterday. I prepared to walk out the door for work when I realized that the deck was white, my car was covered in ice and it was sleeting/snowing. 

Because of all my years as the parent of a baseball player I have learned to leave my winter coat in my car until about July, complete with hat and mittens. Whew!

While visually it is beautiful, this time a year it makes everything a totally mushy mess! Gravel roads become slip-n-slide for cars. The ground is soft so be careful in heels. When you leave the building watch the first step. 

For now I think I’ll continue to keep both the mittens and the galoshes in the car. Bring it on!