Soulmates? and other issues.

“Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.”
Candace Bushnell (Sex and the City)

I’m freaking out about the beginning of school for my kids. I know this seems unrelated but follow the path of my convoluted thinking for a minute and you’ll see where I’m going.

I fully believe that everyone has a soulmate… a person that completes them (too Jerry Maguire?)… someone who not only finishes their sentences but intuitively knows when they need a hug or a swift kick in the rear.  What I don’t believe is that finding your soulmate is necessarily a romantic thing.

Case in point… My baby sister has a soulmate. Her best friend. They speak in a code only they understand. They complement each other in every way.  They can spend hours and hours together and never run out of topics to discuss. They never get bored with each other.

There’s a million and one names for this phenomenon.  BFFs, sista from another mista, chicks before … you get the idea. Whatever you want to call it, I think every woman needs a friend that you can share anything with, that you can be around and be totally yourself, that you can laugh, cry, and scream with, that puts up with your mood swings and your insanity, that their mood swings and insanity never bother you, and someone who you can just be a girl with.

I’m extremely blessed to have both a romantic soulmate and a sister of my heart soulmate.   Our relationship is quite strange. For one she’s old enough to be my mother (she actually has a daughter my age). We prove that opposites attract… she’s extremely vocal (verbal diarrhea is putting it mildly) where I”m quite quiet… she once shaved her head for a bet where I would be terrified it’d make my face look fat… she doesn’t give a hoot what other people think and I tend to obsess about it.

Our biggest and first common ground is our daughters.  She had an “oopsie” late in life  and I had one at 19. Our daughters are in the same grade and played tee-ball together (we met at tee-ball practice 5 years ago). Once we established the connection we went from strangers to doing everything together. When the President of the elementary school’s parent group finished her term… I stepped in and dragged Teresa with me.  In return she made me her assistance troop leader in girl scouts. We attend the same church. The past 5 years we would drop our kids off at school, ride around town in her “office”, and talk for hours. We did yearbook committee for 4th-5th grade together, we did 5th grade journalism together, we went on field trips together… and that brings me back to my fear of this school year.

This year our daughters are moving on to Jr. High, different building… different rules.  While I stay behind and do journalism and yearbook with my younger sons, she won’t be there. This year when I drop my boys off and escort them to their rooms, she won’t be in the hallway to greet me and go for a ride. She won’t be there after school to make plans for the week.  It hurts just to think about it.

We’ll still see each other (there’s still church and Girl Scouts) but it will be much much less. This school year it will be me that feels that childish  pang  of worry… will I make friends this year?  will anybody play with me?

 

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Geek Lite

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m raising the next generation of geeks.  Want proof?

  • My 8 yo can pvp better than I can.
  • My sons regularly argue whether melee or range classes are better.
  • My 18 mo can navigate a mouse like a pro.
  • When I yell “Line of Sight!” at the park (yes…I’m that Mom) my kids know what I mean and hustle back into my range of vision.
  • My 10 yo has been asking Santa for a laptop for the past 5 years.
  • Grounding my kiddos from the computer is the ULTIMATE punishment.
  • If the choice came down between paying our internet bill or eating that week my kids would vote internet.
  • My 12 yo is a fb and youtube – aholic.
  • All of my kids know what 1337 means.
  • Horde vs Alliance is  a regular debate in my house.
  • My kids don’t yell “Geronimo!” They yell… “Leeeerrrooy Jenkins!”
  • If I have a computer issue… I’d ask my 8yo before I’d even think of calling support.

Still not convinced?  I could go on for pages. I could complain or attempt to push them to be “normal” children…  but why?  My kiddos are 1337.