Throwback Thursday

I have enjoyed many of your Throwback Thursday photos and stories posted on Facebook, Twitter, and other social media sites.  After much consideration, I have decided it is time to open my old photo albums and share some of my adventures.  You may or may not believe this, but I was a tomboy.  A card carrying tomboy, to be exact.  Yes, I liked playing with my dolls and Barbie's, but I also had just as much fun, if not more, playing G.I. Joe's with my brothers, climbing trees, fishing at the local pond, and digging through an abandoned barn for a treasure (although all we ever found was old manure and electrical wire).


Yes, that is me in the blue shirt waiting excitedly for the raccoon.

It may come as a surprise to some that I had absolutely no problem keeping up with my brothers.  Well, I did have one problem:  my mother.  There was only so much tomboy she was going to allow.  I'm pretty sure I drove her crazy playing baseball, soccer, and football with my brothers and their friends.

She would lament the number of bruises which covered my legs from ankle to thigh.  On Sunday mornings, she'd put me in a dress and tights and before we ever arrived at church, my tights would be covered in holes from where I had to go "rescue" a cat stranded in a tree.  Oh how she would grumble and complain the very second we exited the car in the church parking lot and she'd see my tights.

Oh yes, this redhead could climb a tree faster than any boy in the neighborhood, my brothers included.  I was also very thin, so I could climb up higher in the trees to where my brothers didn't dare follow as the limbs would creak and groan from their weight.  It was a great hiding spot after I had annoyed or taunted them mercilessly......... generally within an inch of my life..... or maybe I should say a few branches of my life.

I was pretty fearless in my youth and a couple of these photos are indicative of my crazy redheaded wild side, which still gets loose from me from time to time.



Yes, that's crazy young me with the snake around my neck.

As I got older, the tomboy side of me gave way to my mother's urgings to act like a young lady.  My mother was tickled pink as the girlie things took root.  I went from wearing a snake around my neck, to wearing necklaces and earrings.




When I was modeling back in the 80's



The transformation from mud encrusted, grass stained clothing, to skirts and hair bows was complete when I started modeling locally.  My mother not only had the somewhat feminine daughter she longed for since I was born, but had gained a shopping buddy as well.  From that point on, it became tea and petit fours, manicures and spa days, and laying by the pool while drinking pretty pink lemonade.

 



But the transformation wasn't quite as complete as she'd hoped for.  I still enjoy throwing a football with my husband and kids, as well as studying lizards, toads, and minnows in their natural environments, and I still like jumping in water puddles and digging in the dirt.

There is a quote I heard which has stuck with me for years: 
"Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children." ~ George Bernard Shaw.  I don't think I'll ever leave my youth completely behind.  The redhead in me most likely won't allow for it.

After some introspection, I have discovered that Throwback Thursdays are important.  They help remind us as we go about living our daily hectic and harried adult lives, to kick back and rediscover the things we found so fascinating, intriguing, and fun as children.  So let's go view the world with wonder again!  What's your Throwback Thursday story for this week?

Written by Christie Bielss

Wishing Time Away

12 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful bouncing baby boy.  It was such a relief to have that ball full of energy out into the world where he wasn't kicking and punching me for a good 20 hours out of every day.  Ironically, when he was born he was quite the snuggler.  If you held him, he would sleep soundly for hours upon hours.  If you laid him in his crib, playpen, bouncy chair, swing, or anywhere else, he was awake in 20 minutes or less.

In his first year of life, he went to the hospital more times than I can count.  We were there so many times, the ER nurses knew our insurance information by heart.  Between the middle of the night cases of croup, the asthma complications, ear infections, and the capper:  RSV, I learned more than I ever needed to know about an infant's breathing.  Most of the gray hairs on my head now came as a result of having to learn how to pacify a baby enough so he'd allow a nebulizer mask to be put on his face to receive his asthma medication so he could breathe.

I'm not sure how many hours of sleep I actually got in his first year of life, but I'm betting I have more fingers and toes than I did actual sleeping hours.  Many long hours, both day and night, were spent rocking him in the rocking chair, as well as watching Barney's Super Singing Circus every 2 hours so he wouldn't notice the nebulizer in his face.  Oh, how I had a love/hate relationship with that blasted dinosaur.  In those days and hours of frustration and exhaustion, I can't even count the number of times I thought about how nice it would be when he was older and we both could get some sleep.

I wished those days away without even truly realizing it.  Now he is older, and in less than 3 years he'll have his driver's permit.  In 6 years he'll be graduating from high school and heading off to college.  Instead of wishing for the years to pass so I can get some sleep, I really want time to freeze.  I want to have lots of memories I can hold onto when our nest becomes empty and his room stays clean for months on end, or I look in the cupboard and realize I don't need to go to the grocery store 2-3 days a week to restock what he's devoured.

In just a few short years, the quiet I enjoy today while my kids are in school will become a deafening silence.  Now where there is shouting, arguments with his sister, rough-housing with his friends, and Nerf gun battles that take place throughout the entire house, in 6 years time it will all be replaced by quiet........ lots and lots of quiet.

I will be hanging onto these next few years memories with an iron fist.  I may even enjoy every time I have to ask him to make up his bed, pick his shoes up out of the middle of the living room floor, or take out the garbage.  As he enters the teenage years, he may drive me batty with his excessive energy, teenage eye rolls, and attitude, but I'm going to put every single one of his mannerisms in my memory bank.

Just as my mother said would happen, my perspective has changed.  When I hear a mother talk about how her infant sleeps soundly through the night and how wonderful it is to get things done around the house, I think "how sad". We have a lifetime of doing laundry, cleaning, and picking things up, but only a short while to enjoy our children while they are small. 

What I saw 12 years ago as an exhausting, thankless job was actually a blessing filled with hours of snuggling and cuddling with that little bundle of snips and snails and puppy-dog tails.  Yes, I still look forward with great anticipation to seeing the man he will become, but for now, I'm going to relish in the teenager he's about to be.

Written by Christie Bielss