Cameron & Austin Seattle, 2011 |
When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I had few maternal longings, to the point where I wondered if I would ever want be a mom. My friends were getting married and having children, and I often felt out-of-sync with them. For a while, some of my friends and I drifted apart because we were on such different paths - theirs were lined with dirty diapers, runny noses and sleepless nights, and mine were filled with work and overtime. Sometimes, it seemed our conversations suffered because we were speaking such different languages. I failed to understand the triumphs a parent felt with each of their children's milestones. Really? Your baby is able to hold their head without bobbing it like a rocker listening to an 80's hair band? I didn't realize that was such a big deal. Oh, wow! He's starting to crawl - everywhere! Isn't that sweet? My contributions to our discussions were typically about the pressures of my job, or activities in which I was involved - in short, it was all about ME. Glazed eyes were typical on both sides of the conversation and those deep, "girl-talks" were rare.
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Big brother, Cameron, listens to the heartbeat of his new brother, Austin. |
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Silly, silly boys! Cameron has "slime" dripping from his fingers, while Austin is decorated with face paint. |
Our sons have brought so much joy to our lives. We are not perfect parents, but our kids often make it seem like we are. Tim and I have worked hard to create relationships with our kids that are honest and respectful. They both know we are here to support them, even when they make mistakes. They come to us when they're struggling so we can work together to help them find ways to overcome their struggles. We try to stand back and let them advocate for themselves; to recognize what they need, then ask for it. Most of the disappointments I have felt are not because they have failed, but because I have done so. When I do fail, I remind them that I am learning to be a parent, and I ask for their forgiveness.
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Brotherly love. |
Parents have so many hopes and dreams for their children and these are offset by our fears of all of the obstacles that can cause them to fall, fail, hurt... or worse. When they are young, we encourage our children to climb to the top of the "big slide", yet, we stay close enough to catch them if they should fall. We cheer for them when they are successful, and dry their tears and bandage their hands and knees when they topple. Either way, we want them to try, again - to repeat their earlier success, or to experience success for the first time. This process is repeated over, and over, as they get older, except the consequences of their failures are bigger. Our hope is that they have learned through the years that success isn't a given. Sometimes, we learn more from our mistakes and failures than we do when success is easy, and those lessons often prevent us from making worse
mistakes in the future.
Austin & Cameron Seattle Arboretum, 2011 |
Each choice our boys have made, has brought them to where they are in their lives, right now. Determination, tenacity, problem-solving, creativity, honesty, and leadership are traits our boys have developed through their successes and their failures. We are proud of the young men they are becoming and we are confident they will be able handle any obstacle they might have to face in the future.


