Stepping Stones


About Stacy

I was married for 10 years before I had my son when I was 32 years old. One might think I would have had my act together with all that life-living under my belt. Thankfully, there were (and still are) many teachers, books, magazines, classes, friends, programs, blogs, and random strangers who were willing to share their wisdom.

To put your family first, in this busy, busy world, was a valuable lesson learned. It's all about time.

Stacy lives in Minnesota with her husband, son, and mischievous cat.



I try not to overreact. I didn't scream when I saw his swollen nose and forehead where the baseball broke his nose. I didn't cry (when he was watching) when he called from the trampoline place with a broken elbow. These are the teenage years and he is a boy. I guess I've warmed up to the idea that accidents will happen. I wasn't so stoic when he face-planted against the corner of the wall and bruised and bloodied his lip on our way to have his one-year photo taken. He had just learned to stand and walk! He hadn't learned how to fall away from sharp corners, though, and I learned that seeing him hurt himself hurt me more to the very core. I sobbed and sobbed over that bruised lip, and the missed photo appointment.

In four years he will graduate high school. Today I asked him if he ever saw himself in the future. Would he be at a desk? Out in the field gathering data? Coaching or playing? The only answer I got was a question..."Why are you asking all these questions??"

"Because I'm your mom." was the answer.

I've made mistakes when I thought I knew the answers. Parenting is a tough gig, and you hate to think that you really don't know what is right and wrong when it comes to raising your child. But when do you let them leave? It will happen, eventually. Almost always, they leave. There are those few who never do, and I actually don't want that for my son. Let him stay home and save money during college? Let him go off to the dorms when he has never been away from home for more than a week at scout camp? Will he attend school in another state? Will he meet a girl from across the country and make his home there?

One step at a time, Stacy. One step at a time. He is only 14 y'know.

For now.

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