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Friday Photo: A Last Gasp of Summer
Posted on September 7, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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Posted on September 7, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
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Posted on June 29, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
I got a text message last night from my son. That in itself isn’t unusual – he’s pretty good about checking in on a regular basis. He’s been away at camp for a week, and he fills me in on what he’s doing, what the weather is like, the quality of the food, and how he can’t wait to come home and play baseball, and that he misses me.
What was unusual about last night’s text is that out of the blue, he asked to join Facebook. It took me by surprise – he hasn’t indicated much interest in the past, and in fact, when I asked him in the spring if he had any friends who had it, he said no.
I guess he’s made some new friends at camp.
I immediately texted my daughter – being the 16-year-old social network expert that she is – and asked her to remind me how old she was when she “got” Facebook. 7th grade. That didn’t give me much ammunition against his foray into the networking world. Where can I find online reputation management for 13-year-olds?
The texting from my son continued with clever attempts to sway me with promises of all the fun we’d have once he was online, and how we’d be more connected, too.
Hit me where it hurts, kid. What mom doesn’t want to be more connected to their teenager?
And after all, he pleaded, he’s the only family member who cannot get “tagged” in photos or “checked-in” whenever we visit some exciting locale.
It’s not that I wasn’t expecting this – I actually am surprised it took him so long to ask.
I told him to ask his dad, who apparently was obliviously sitting beside him in the van while he was chatting with me, unaware of the uncharted waters we were about to dive into.
Ingeniously, my boy responded that it only matters what I say, and that I’ll see everything he’ll be doing. It’ll be fun, he urged, knowing that I was close to the breaking point.
OK.
And with those two little letters, our conversation ceased with a “Goodnight, mom. I love you.”
That’s it. He’s passed through the innocence of childhood and entered that frightening arena that all parents dread.
Give me puberty any day – I’m much more prepared to discuss issues of young love than deliver the woes of social media.
Can’t wait for all that fun.
Posted on March 27, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
There are moments in life that never seem to leave our memories. For newlyweds, finding out about a pregnancy is one of the most incredible experiences there is. Please enjoy today’s guest blogger, my friend and fellow writer Justin Cox, as he shares his emotional experience of learning he will soon be a father.
Bianca and I got married on August 6 of last year. From that day forward, we began fielding this question semi-regularly: “So, when are you gonna have a kid?”
Justin Cox is a writer and editor of Davis Patch. He enjoys playing music, reading, and eating two-scoop ice-cream cones.
Posted on February 23, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
Posted on February 1, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe
I jumped off the treadmill today. Well, maybe it was a slump. Or a thump. Actually, it was nothing like a jump. To jump one must have energy, force, and determination. Today I just felt like sliding off the hamster wheel that has been my life lately.
I started to move.
I started to feel.
I started to breathe.
I started to smile.
When the day turned to dusk and the kitchen returned to order, I beamed at myself. The simple act of preparing food not only nourished my family, but also nourished my spirit. The treadmill seemed far away, the open arms of my home embraced me.
I jumped in.