Over the years, I haven’t always worked. I was a stay-at-home mother with Nichole for many years. Therefore, vacations were never something we took very often. Usually, vacations consisted of going south to Mississippi to visit my mother. I did manage to get my kids to Niagara Falls once though. Most of our time we spend together is more local, such as the trips to the zoo or going canoeing.
When I took the kids to Niagara Falls, Nichole was four years old, Cassie was seven, Robbie was nine, and Darcie was twelve. They really weren’t impressed at all. I was. The falls were beautiful. But I suppose I understand that a bunch of water isn’t all that interesting to kids. You can really tell looking at their faces how much they truly didn’t care. A decade later, it kind of makes me laugh….
I’ve managed to get them to Mississippi quite a few times over the years. As I gather more of my pictures later and scan them into my computer, I will add them here. For now, here are pictures from:
Roommate shot and killed himself. I met his brother at the funeral and a little over a month later, we started dating. Couple of years later, we were married and had Darcie.
Now, over twenty years later, my son, Robbie, is showing the same signs and making the same threats about suicide. I wish I could figure out how to help him. The night of his graduation, he ended up in the ER for a psych evaluation, under suicide watch. This was the second time the police have taken him in for the psych evaluation. Over the years, I’ve tried sending him to different therapists, and he’d just get bored and quit after a handful of sessions. He has a hard time making friends, and inevitably he chooses friends that end up using him for his car or his paycheck. He’s always been shy and awkward around girls, so when he does have a girlfriend, he tends to bend over backwards and give them whatever they want to keep them happy. In turn, they end up using him as well. I’m at such a loss. How do I help guide him towards better friends and better relationships? How do I help guide him in appreciating all that life has to offer when he just continues to get shit on?
He breaks my heart. He makes my soul ache. I don’t want to lose him and yet, I don’t know how to keep him. I try so hard to make him feel appreciated and loved, to make him smile or enjoy life. I just don’t feel like he does….
I’ve raised four children and three of them are total water babies. Darcie, Robbie, and Cassie turn into fish as soon as they step foot in water. Nichole…not so much. Over the years, we’ve taken them to lakes (such as Rustic Knolls Campground) and bought the little inflatable pools and such. A few years ago, I broke down and bought an above-ground pool that lasted two years. When we tried to put it up for the third year, there were tiny holes all over the floor of the pool. Enclosed are some of my favorite photos of my little swimmers over the years. I’ll try and caption each of them to label who is who.