Dear Holly: Your Warmies are Taking Over!

9 years old.

Dear Holly,

Each night as I tuck you into bed, I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the way your Warmies are clearly taking over. The current count is 10 of them in your bed.

I crack up at the sight of 10 smiling faces looking at me, in addition to you next to them. And the fact that your 10 friends are all microwavable… it just makes the whole thing more hilarious.

Yesterday morning before you left for school, I noticed your Warmies baby Gracie decided to try to help Mommy get a head start for work.

You are my favorite 9 year-old girl!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: 8th Grade Awards Day

14 years, 6 months.

Dear Jack,

During this last real week of the school year for you, we attended your school’s 8th Grade Awards Ceremony.

You received an award of Academic Excellence in English, a Special Recognition award in Science, and a Best Artistic Artist award for art.

And on top of that we were there to see your cousin, Calla, be awarded several awards as well.

I know you were definitely proud; especially knowing this was your first year at this school since we moved from Tennessee nearly a year ago.

And of course, I am so proud of you. It makes me wonder… did I have something to do with you turning out to be such an amazing kid?

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your Trip to Build-A-Bear for Your 9th Birthday

9 years old.

Dear Holly,

For your first birthday party since we moved to Alabama, I was certain you would choose to have it at Alice Circle; which is like the ideal place for 9 year-old girls.

But no- instead, you chose… to not have a birthday party?

I suppose you overheard Mommy and I talking about how much a birthday party would cost and then thought to yourself, “Well I could get a lot of gifts for less than a birthday party would cost…”

So in addition to your many birthday gifts you received, you asked if we would take you to Build-A-Bear; as we happened to have a trip planned to Nashville the week after your birthday.

You chose a kitty. And you decided she definitely needed a cheer squad hoodie, and 4 shoes, and to be lavender scented. Oh, of course she needed her own cell phone.

Seems like things a 9 year-old little girl would think of…

Grand total at Build-A-Bear: $76.

Still cheaper than birthday party, right?

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: High Speed Go-Karts

14 years, 6 months.

Dear Jack,

This past weekend we took a day trip back to Nashville, as we still make an effort to catch up with our friends there every couple of months.

Since you got your PlayStation 5 last Christmas, you and your old neighborhood friend Aiden have been playing your games together online.

So you spent the whole day with him, doing 14 year-old boy stuff:

You both went to see the Minecraft movie… a 2nd time now.

You both went axe throwing… something I have yet to do.

And your personal favorite, you both went Music City Kartplex, where you both got to race at a “high speed go-kart” facility.

Oh, and you both got to play your PlayStation 5 games together, in the same room, at his house.

So yeah, you had a good weekend!

Love,

Daddy

I Turned 44, But I Feel 29 Again?

Two weeks ago today, on Easter, I turned 44 years old.

While I am very happy to be alive and so grateful for all I have, I admit that ultimately my immediate thought when I woke up that morning was, “I’m… not… young.”

Apparently I said that out loud, to which I was told, “Remember, you’re only has old as you feel.”

So then, out of curiosity, I had to ask myself without thinking about it: “How old do I feel?”

The response in my mind: “Late twenties? Maybe… 29?”

I then began exploring the reason why my subconscious had decided that despite having a body that was born in 1981, and having a brain full of memories and experience going back for 44 years, I instinctively “feel” 29 years old.

Then it hit me: Oh, age 29 was a very specific, life-changing year.

Not only did I become a parent for the first time, but that was also the age when I moved from Nashville to my hometown, only to have to move back after 9 months of us going through all of our savings due to a lack of jobs, then having to return to Tennessee and ask for our old jobs back. Ultimately, I was a first-time parent who led my family to unofficial bankruptcy.

Uh… trauma much?

I realized during these past two weeks, that in a form of self-preservation, half of my brain got “frozen” back in 2010 at age 29; the other half powered through years of working our way out of debt and raising not only our first child, but another one as well. Not to mention, grinding through years of experience to build my career.

Apparently, this revelation was further realized in that I just binged every episode of the popular show, Severance. I think I “severed” the part of my brain that was the fun, adventurous, and uninhibited half- in an effort to power through the next 15 years.

But now, after nearly a year of having successfully moved back to my hometown in Alabama, this second time around, it’s like I woke up from my self-preservation mode. The two parts of my brain have now combined and I see my life from the full perspective:

I get to enjoy my life now. It was a challenging 15 years for me.

But now, I have been married nearly 17 years, and my wife and I have raised a 14 year-old son and a 9 year-old daughter.

I am 44 years old, but I feel 29…. again.