Today was graduation day. It was the day that I was dreading for a long, long time. My firstborn baby graduated from high school today. First, I’m one very proud mama. Kay has worked so very hard over the last 12 years to get where she […]
The last year truly seems like a gigantic blur. There were lots of great moments and some not so great ones. There was lots of travel and even made a trip back home to New Orleans. It seemed like I blinked and before I knew it, it was the holidays.
It was a year full of anxiety and apprehension as well as lots of lessons learned. K started her senior year and Beck has started her last year o middle school ..
That’s right y’all – I have only 4 years left before we are officially an empty nest.
2016 is another year full of change and transition. I’ll be working full-time for the first time in 7 years, K will be an adult and busy with college and work and Beck will be in HS.
Every year I’ve always picked words that I hope would define the rest of the year. In 2016, I’m choosing love, change and transform.
2016 Bucket List
- Pay off at least 1 credit cared
- Graduate with my degree
- Make it through my daughter’s high school graduation
- Go back to work full time after being home for 18 years
I know this year will be life-changing due to all the transitions that will be happening. I am looking forward to having many new and wonderful experiences with my kids and my husband. I want to travel more, write more and take more chances in life.
What are your goals for 2016?
Growing up in Southeast Louisiana… tradition, respect, and a love for sweet tea, runs deep. There were lots of things that my parents made me do that make an ounce of sense (at least back then). We did it because our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents did it.
It was southern tradition. It was respectful.
One thing that always made sense was not referring to an adult by their first name.
Even till this day, I still call my father’s best friend, Mr. Buddy. Why? Because that is his name. I do this with MOST adults that are 20-30 years older than I am.
It’s more than just “respecting your elders”
I always felt it was a sign of respect. It wasn’t necessarily just something my parents drilled into my head. Maybe it’s just my Southern upbringing but I think it is important.
I cringe every single time I hear any of my daughters’ friends refer to me by my name. I don’t want them to necessarily refer to me as Mrs. Munson. (um…. that would be my mother-in-law) I don’t correct them .. that’s not my place. However, I do correct my daughters’ when they forget and call an adult by their first name.
Maybe I’m alone in this … but I notice it is still pretty common back home where Southern tradition reigns supreme.
What do you think ??
Whenever I do any kind of research on ” midlife “, I get all kinds of different results.
Most of the time it refers to people in their 50’s or 60’s and getting old. Sometimes, it refers to the Empty Nest stage of life or starting retirement.
Midlife is what you choose it to be.
I don’t consider myself old just because I’m in my 40’s now. I’m OLDER and yes, my body is starting to let me know that I can’t do things like I used to. I’m starting to go through perimenopause.
As we used to say in the Army, it’s just time to find a new normal.
Our life is going to change drastically over the next few years with one kid graduating high school and the other one starting high school. Our “mandatory parenting” days are numbered and I’m really ok with that. This is what our new normal will be.
When Dan and I were on our mini-vacation without the kids last week, I realized that I liked it. Not that I didn’t miss my children, I did. (They were having their own fun with the grandparents) I enjoyed just being with my husband and doing the things that we enjoyed doing without the complaints from the girls. We enjoyed walking around the city, looking at antiques and home decor, eating at all kinds of places that didn’t require a kids menu.
It was a sneak peak into what our life will look in 5-10 years. I liked what I saw and can’t wait for “mid-life”