“Mom? Why do we have to go back to the doctor?” “Because our coughs aren’t going away and we need to make sure it hasn’t become something more serious.” “Okay, but it better be fast. Because today, you know what time it is, right?” “What time?” “Summertime!”
About our blogger: Smacksy
Lisa Rae Page Rosenberg is a survivor of 16 years in the television business. She worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, she spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared her for a current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a pre-schooler named Bob. Lisa writes a family humor blog called Smacksy and on occasion, enjoys talking about herself in the third person.
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This is a photo of me, my mom, and her mom, my Gram Melva. We took this photo on a Mother’s Day weekend trip to Cambria in 1996. If you’ve had the opportunity to read my piece in the Moms Are Nuts humor anthology, then you are already quite familiar with my Gram Melva. If you have not read the Moms Are Nuts book yet, stop with the waiting. Leave a comment below and I will choose one of you guys at random and send you a free book. I will post the winner on Saturday.
“First we get up.”
“Then we do morning things.”
“I take you to school.”
“You’ll do school and I’ll see you there for a little while because I’m volunteering for reading groups tomorrow.”
“Cool. Number five.”
“I’ll pick you up from school.”
“We’ll come home and then I don’t know what the plan is until dinner.”
“We’ll have dinner.”
“Take a bath and get ready for bed.”
“Stories, prayers, and bedtime.”
“And then we make a new plan.”
“Correct. How’s that all sound?”
“It’s okay, I guess, but the plan kind of falls apart around number six. We should work on that in the morning.”
I’m back from a long weekend away by myself at a blogging conference. By that I mean, I wasn’t alone, just not with my family. I got to see, squeeze, talk, cry and laugh with, a lot of people who I love so dearly, talk to daily, yet only get to see once or twice a year. I got to create connections with new people.
I got to meet, in person, two women who I adore, that I have been online friends with since I first started showing up here, and spend a day with them. Everything fell immediately into the easy cadence and rhythm of old friends even though it was our first time laying eyes on eyes each other.
I have been asked many times what happens at a blogging conference. I might answer that there are informative sessions pertaining to the blog world, nice dinners with large groups of women, and an exchange of ideas between likeminded people. This is all true, I suppose, but it doesn’t get to the heart of these trips for me. The trips are like family reunions with a family that you’ve hand picked because they “get” you and you lovingly “get” them.
I return filled up. Filled up with love and friendship and a renewed longing and enthusiasm for my guys and life at home. And a little jetlag.
“But Felix, what’s the difference between the future and five minutes away?”
“Five minutes away is the future.”
“But what about when the five minutes is finally here? It’s not the future.”
“Now isn’t the future but then later it is.”
“How much later?”
“I’m not sure.”