Category: teenager

Miracles are God….

….and God is forgiveness!

Sometimes when the time seems to get tougher and tougher and it feels like I am in free fall and there is nothing that could stop it….

I try to be very still. I go inside me and search for a miracle.

I try to hold onto my faith and talk to God and wait for an answer or a sign or even a miracle.

I hope that God hears me and has not forgotten about me because,

for once, I would like to go the easy way, I don’t want to see the rocky path, so hear me out, please, I’d like a miracle….

Franky

“Hotel Transylvania 2” and my pregnancy

At the moment my son Cash watches “Hotel Transylvania 2” non-stop. It is his favourite movie!

And when I watched the scene where the girl in bat form tells her vampire dad (also in bat form) that she is pregnant, he is over the moon and automatically think:

That’s how parents should always react! No matter what, they should be happy and supportive!

I know the movie is a silly comparison but still cute.

Some of you might read my post, why I hid my third pregnancy from everyone especially my mother.

Of all people, my mother should have been the happiest but instead it went like this:

  • The first time we barely spoke, because we didn’t get along very well back then and when we finally did, I still didn’t hear her say, how excited or happy she is for me!
  • The second time I told her I was pregnant again, she asked if I wanted to keep “it”!
  • The third time I told her only 2 month before I was due and again, no words of happiness or support!
  • The fourth time I told her when I was 4 month gone and she simply said “if that is what you want…?”

Did I miss something here? Or am I too picky? Or am I just too hard with her? I mean, I shouldn’t tell my own mother to be happy for me, should I?

All I know is, when one of my children comes home pregnant or got someone pregnant, I will be happy and supportive.

Of course if they come home pregnant under aged, or because they have forgotten any type of precaution, or even worse, can’t remember who the babies father is, they will get an ear full. I will most likely loose my temper….BUT…after that I will hug them, tell them everything will be alright and that I am happy, very happy to welcome my grandchild!

That’s how it should be! OK, maybe without the shouting, but the shouting and threats might work for the next time they decide to have some fun in the bed department!

Franky

Another year, another cake

It is time again! I have to bake!

I am a terrible baker!!! I hate baking! The dough is flying around my ears, flour covers all cupboards, I ran around the kitchen in search for ingredients I never heard of before but bought them, just forgot where they are…

If I am lucky, very lucky and stick exactly to a recipe, my cake looks like it should on the picture and even tastes as good as promised!

Like I said, when I am lucky. When I am unlucky, not even the cat wants to eat my creations!

But I have to bake every now and again.

To special occasions.

Tomorrows special occasion is my sons 15th birthday and when I asked, if he wants a cake (my hopes where still high that he would say “no mommy, don’t bother! Don’t put yourself through horrendous hours of baking, I know you love me anyway!), of course he said “yes”!

Can you believe it?! He said YES. Pfffffft. I know he did that on purpose and surely was grinning behind my back!

Fine, I bought all the weird sounding things I needed to bake a vegan gluten but hopefully not taste free chocolate cake tomorrow!

Keep your fingers crossed, wish me luck or dance around in a circle for as long as it takes to send me good vibes!

Franky

 

Thoughts on the one word prompt “cake”

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cake/

I wish I was on an island…

…oh wait, I actually am on an island, ha ha ha….

No, seriously. I wish I was on an island, all by myself. Even if it was just for a while.

You know this moment when it happens and you think “island, please”?

My reason(s) to be on an island is quite simple:

I HAVE ENOUGH!

It is too much family, too much responsibility, too much of everything and unfortunately  too little money.

We are so skint at the moment, that we can only buy the food we really need, no extras like sweets or expensive gluten free products like cereals and we use the car only if we really have to to save on fuel.

The past few month we have been very stupid. Spend our money on races, recce trips, running gear, books and food. The army has forgotten to charge for the rent and stupid as we where, we didn’t think about that when we have to pay it back, they would take such big chunks of my husbands wage. . .

I am desperate for a job. I NEED a job. A second income would be perfect. BUT the fees for a full day nursery for Cash are that high, that when I calculate the fuel in, next to nothing would be left of the wage. It is said, really. You want women to be independent, but don’t offer much help when it comes to childcare!

Another thing is our teenage daughter. A PROPER  TEENAGER who is only nice and sweet outside the house and only does as she is told when she wants something.

Try to keep calm, try to keep patient, just don’t listen, I try to tell myself everyday, but it is exhausting and everyone who has teenagers at home probably knows how I feel! What ever you do, you do it wrong. When it comes to teenager, to rebellious teenager, it seems there is no right nor wrong. You just have to sit it out, wait until said teenager moves out and drives someone else mental!

And also my body. I don’t like my body at the moment. Everywhere I can feel wobbly body parts and the fact that my little daughter Cailleach comes in the bathroom squishing my bum, saying “mummy look how it is bouncing”, doesn’t help either!

Running. I didn’t do much running. Somehow I lost my running mojo. I should train, or at least go for my usual runs, but I just can’t be bothered. I am not totally lazy though. I exercise at home, but still. I need to train, as I still have 3 more races to come. One in two weeks, the other two in September…

I know, instead of whinging, I should change something. And I do, step by step, but sometimes, just sometimes I wished I was on an island, only me, myself and I.

Thoughts of today’s prompt word “island”.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/island/

Franky

Mothers & Daughters

I think ever since I was a little child, I was in a never ending fight with my mother!

Maybe it is a natural thing to do. Testing how far you can go. Of course you don’t want to be like your mother or your parents whats whoever. You look at them and think how awfully suburban their life is. How boring. You don’t want to be or end up like them, don’t want to look and think like them…

Often I find myself secretly admiring other mother-daughter relationships. I look at them and think to myself, it must be nice to see your mother more like a best friend, someone you always want in your life and hang out with, share all your secrets and worries.

A few days ago it totally took me by surprise when my daughter asked me, to pick her wedding dress when it is time! I was in shock but hid it well, saying “of course I will help you with your dress and wedding…” and to be honest, I was touched! I didn’t even want to invite my mother to my wedding, never mind help me with my dress!

Since we do nothing but fight (at least it seems like it), I didn’t expect that at all.

So I must do something right after all.

Since we reached the teenage stage, I feel a bit helpless. Never mind what I do or how I treat her, it doesn’t seem right, and it reminds me of my own teenage days.

I try to remember what I hated back then and try to avoid the same mistakes my mother did. Needless to say that it doesn’t always work but I make the best of it.

The teenage stage can be tough, for mothers and their offspring, but sure we all survive and in the best case we stay close to each other and can laugh about it the older we get!

Franky

If my daughter would listen…

…. I would tell her that the reason why I don’t allow her to eat whenever and whatever she wants is, because I care about her. It is because I don’t want her do end up overweight and get health issues…

If my daughter would listen I would tell her, that she should put as much effort in school as possible and even a tat more! It is because I want her to have the opportunity to choose from different positions and not take what ever the job market offers, living from one day to the other and not to pinch and scrape!

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her that she should help more often at home, because it prepares her having her own household sorted one day and that it is not a punishment!

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her to join us when we go somewhere as she is part of the family as well and that family and childhood time is precious!

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her the reason for her not wearing make up and wearing high heels is, because she should enjoy her childhood as long as it lasts!

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her the reason why she isn’t allowed a boyfriend is, because she is too young to distinguish real love from a crush and that she should wait as long as possible to prevent heartache.

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her that all my actions are because I love her.

If my daughter would listen, I would tell her that I care, that I don’t want her to be an uneducated, penny pinching girl with a big mouth, without respect and manners, and probably pregnant before she even moved out!

One day my daughter will remember everything I ever said, and hopefully thinks

“Good that my mummie taught me so much and that  eventually I’ve listened…”

Franky

Do we repeat our parents mistakes?

Early this morning, even before school begun, my older daughter Dana thought it is a good idea too make mummie angry! Again.

Today’s reason: She secretly put money on her lunch account and we wondered where she got it from. She claimed, from her money box. But me and her dad are sure, she didn’t have 10£ left, as she is way too greedy and likes to spend her money on sweets!

Now you would think, where is the problem, it is for her lunch account after all.

The thing is, she gets a big packed lunch with her which she eats in school on top and she eats a lot of crap including wheat/gluten products which she is not permitted to put anywhere near her body!

Your second question probably is, why no wheat/gluten? Surely she will not throw herself on a floor like a poisoned squirrel, shaking, waiting for the silent death. No, probably not. BUT we are a wheat free household. I developed gluten, lactose and soy intolerance and after I educated myself further what wheat or gluten does to your body, no one gets it.

The thing is, allergies run in our family and there is a chance that Dana could develop some too. Her little sister Cailleach gets horrible eczema outbreaks when she eats some with gluten in it (I wonder why I breastfed her for 11 month, thought breastfeeding prevents allergies?!?)

There is a German saw my grandma used to say in low german:

Was der Esel nicht kennt, das frisst er nicht!  What the donkey doesn’t know he doesn’t eat!

If she doesn’t know how it tastes, she will not miss it in case she develops those allergies (what would I give for a white Twixx, sadly I had to end our wonderful relationship due to intolerance, but no hard feelings here).

I am full of good intentions, but try to make a teenager understand! Sometimes I wish I was deaf, so I can’t hear her ever lasting last words! She doesn’t even know when it is enough or better to keep the mouth shut.

So I looked at her this morning and thought, she will make the same mistakes I did and my mother before me and her mother before her.

Like getting involved with the wrong people, getting pregnant from the wrong man (I don’t wish the death on Dean and Dana’s father, that would be a bit harsh, but it would be nice, if a bus could hit him by accident… and maybes reverse to do it again…), spending money on things no one needs and so on.

But there are always two sites of a story. You can see the glass half full or half empty.

Mine is half full. So when someones asks me about past mistakes I just say, “no mistakes, just a bit rocky”. After all, not so smooth life dramas help you to grow and learn.

Next time, when my daughter angers the you-know-what out of me and I feel my anger veins pumping furiously, I hope I can remember that her life at the moment is just a bit rocky (let’s hope I am also a bit deaf and blind).

Franky