TheMorrisonFamilyBlog

 Being a mom. Gosh, the more I experience mommy-dom, the more I find I love it. This past month we celebrated a birthday. The Princess is the mighty SIX! She was a beauty queen for the day. She went to the beauty parlor for an "Up-DO", then Charlotte the Great added a splash of "Princess" with a sequined baby blue dress. She wore a crown and enjoyed a pinata and barbecue with her family . My little man when asked "Are you a big boy?" replied, "Like Daddy." Then after a moment of thought raised his arms above his head and announced, "I huge!" Indeed, he is. My other little beauty queen tells me she loves me "infinity squared" and I'm her "best mom". My oldest, my first graduate , has followed through on getting a "grown-up" job and doing well. He tells me he's had "no attendance issues". Whew! The actor is busy enjoying summer and making friends as he prepares to enter HIGH SCHOOL! There

 Listen to your mother. I told him it would happen. I told both my boys. And, it happened. My oldest, smart enough to graduate high school , yet not wise enough to take his mother’s advice, broke his collarbone while in Colorado . Eerily ironic, my lesson came at the age of five weeks after turning 16. This same weekend, two decades ago, my cousin, days away from signing a professional motocross contract with Malcolm Smith, raced his home track. It was day two of the weekend race. His bike had acted up the day prior, and he’d spent the night awake on fine-tuning it, tweaking the engine to assure the day's victory. With the first lap behind him, my cousin’s bike’s engine seized as he headed up the face of a jump. My cousin rotated forward, up and over the orange bike’s handlebars. Rider and bike separate. He lands, the bike finds him and crashes onto his back, leaving him on the track, paralyzed. A dirt bike I told my child never to get on. Not this one. Not anyone. “ No dirt bikes

My first graduate.  On May 28, my oldest, Jake, graduated from High School. It was a day packed with emotion. I was overwhelmed with joy. I mean, those first few minutes I held him 18 years ago, high school graduation was something I wanted for him.  As I've experienced motherhood, I'm not sure why I needed to dream it, there really was no other option. So we have it, a highlight in his life. He says it was "a cakewalk". He has always been brilliant. He just never applied himself whole-heartedly. He certainly isn't an over-achiever. None the less, I'm proud of him. I'm also scared. I hope he listened to all my "rants". I hope he took heed of my "mistakes". I hope he understood the "lessons" he was supposed to learn. I hope he will make choices that will help him grow and become the man I know he is capable of becoming. He'll start college in the fall. He wants to be a rockstar! It's a moment to remember--my first