So the husband and I have agreed to start another venture. I'm hoping the best for this, and going to do what I can to make an old dream reality. So many dreams I had, others took and ran with. That's okay. They can have those dreams. I've changed a lot since then. But I kept a few for myself, which is cool.
Just makes me a fabulous person - so fab that people wanna be me! At least, really, that's the only explanation I can come up with.
I don't know, I've never really planned out things. Life comes to me at an adventure, and I'm very fortunate in the aspect that perhaps I've seemed aimless, but I've had so many wonderful adventures. And now we're on a venture that I'm trying to get everyone on board with. My self-titled adventure.
One of the best lessons I ever got was from an old boss of mine while I worked in retail. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I know it was related to the store. He just simply spoke these words:
"You have to buy into it."
That doesn't seem like a lot, but it is. It's a whole lot. Because failure and success doesn't necessarily mean doing good or doing bad, it means believing in what you're doing. If you believe, you ride out the lows, scream madly and giggle on the highs, and if it pulls to a stop, you say flush-faced and eyes sparkling, "Man....what a ride."
It's been kinda fun. I don't really answer to anyone. My kids are at the fun age, which is homeroom and high school - to me, that was the most fun, extra curricular stuff. My parents had a hard time being there - right now I can. Not saying that having a child at this age is bad, I will raise a toast to you, but I don't envy the diaper-changing and car seats. For those that have never experienced it, or have a deep affinity for constantly being around babies, it's kind of an awesome job. But anyone that knows me also knows that this is the time that I've been waiting for. Being able to really watch my little birds take flight.
Volunteering as a parent isn't an easy job. Last Friday was the first football game at my eldest's high school. Friday Night Lights. But when you've got a kid in the band, TRUST ME, it's all about the band.
I got there about 3:30, because at home games, they say that the kids don't really have time to go home, eat, come back, warm up, and hit the field. At least, that's how it was for this first one. So I show up early to help fee 315 kids.
One of the moms tells me, "When you're a Band mom, you don't have a kid in the band. The band becomes your kids. You have 315 kids." Can't say that's not true.
I don't think I've sweat so much since I stopped going to the gym (which means, really, this could be a good thing). We didn't get home until about 10:30. I helped feed kids, chaperone kids, move instruments, RUN instruments, give potty breaks (that's a lot of potty breaks, I tell you), act as a bouncer, etc. There's a LOT to be done. But it's amazing. It's wonderful. And the parents who can take that kind of time to volunteer, that's totally frackin' awesome. Because it's not just mommies, it's daddies too. Building, fabricating, moving instruments, feeding and herding. Sometimes altering and mending. And my daughter's daddy is really cool, because he's got a CDL with a commercial endorsement, which means he's a daddy that can drive the 16 wheelers.
So, this year is going to be full of pictures (which means, if you get to know me, you might see them on facebook) and busy as all heck. Being home to do it all too is going to be awesome.
(And by the way.....we won 47-7.....it was a great first game, for the band AND for the football team.)