Author Archives: Patricia Yager Delagrange

Summer’s Almost Over

For many, school has already started. For others, school will begin next week. Summer is coming to an end, though we still have Labor Day to celebrate on September 1st.

We just returned from vacation at Stinson Beach. This small town of about 450 people is on the coast of California about an hour north of the Golden Gate Bridge. We rented a house on the beach and it was so wonderful to step out onto the sand from the enclosed back yard – which was great for the dogs!

I came back home and felt depressed. It’s the first time that’s happened to me. Granted, it could have had something to do with the fact the world lost Robin Williams. I loved that guy. Being a peer, it saddened me even more. He gave so much of himself to us. I’ll miss him.

So the same week we were at the beach I discovered it was Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. We didn’t see any sharks but we saw pods of dolphins as well as sea otters. Now, that was awesome.

Did anyone do anything exciting you’d like to tell us about? It doesn’t have to be about a vacation. It can be anything.

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What Does “Unplugged” Mean To You?

When contemplating what to post today I thought about the name of this blog – Women Unplugged. I don’t recall who thought of the title but I like it. It’s unique and appropriate. Why?

I notice that there are few, if any, men who read our posts. I don’t wonder why since it’s obviously a blog for women who want to read posts that are, well, unplugged – out of the norm, different, not what you’d expect, et al.

I enjoy reading what’s written here because I never know what to expect. Every woman’s post is uniquely different than any others that have been written before. No posts “fit” into any particular category or theme. That’s what makes them all “unplugged”.

I see the posts in my inbox and, just as Forest Gump would say, “you never know what you’re gonna get”.

So I’m taking my “day” for posting on the Women Unplugged site to say “thank you” to those women who are not only writing the posts but reading them as well.

What does “unplugged” mean to you?

 

Summers As A Teenager

I don’t know about the majority of teenagers out there but when I was 15 years old I started to work every summer. I saved money to supplement my parents putting me through four years of college, and after I graduated with a B.A., I worked full-time to put myself through grad school.

My son, who is 20, works part-time during the school year – 20 hours a week – to pay for his car insurance and any extras he needs for eating out, going to the movies, things like that. He takes 12 units per semester which is considered full-time. This summer he’ll be taking one or two classes, one online class and one regular class, for six weeks. I mentioned to him that when I was his age I worked full-time in the summers, i.e. forty hours a week, though I wasn’t going to school. I suggested he take on more work hours to supplement his income.

Well, I doubt THAT’S going to happen.

I’ve read a ton of information about how young kids today expect more for working a lot less, but I never have been faced with this in my own family. I don’t like to make generalizations because that’s just what they are – oversimplified deductions about an issue that’s not true in all cases. But it seems that in this case, the generalization may fit my son to a tee.

Does he actually expect us to pay for four to six years of college all by ourselves? We don’t qualify for financial aid and guess what? We don’t have 100,000 dollars in the bank just waiting to be spent on sending him to college and living in the dorms either.

What do you all think?

Of Course This Is All About MOM

Two days until Mother’s Day so I know you’re not surprised I’m writing about being a mom, right? I’ve often been asked, “Do you have an age that’s your favorite?” Now that my son is 20 and my daughter’s 15, this question makes me laugh out loud. It implies motherhood stops at a certain age, i.e. that I can ALREADY look back and decide what time I liked the best. HA!!! How would I know what age is the most fun raising kids when my job is far from over?

I used to read articles about how difficult it is to be a “new mom”. That is to say, when you have a baby who wakes up in the middle of the night several times and you have to nurse. Then there’s changing dirty diapers all day, every day for years. Feeding bottles, spoon-feeding gloppy pureed string beans, potty-training, learning to walk and talk, and on and on. Oh so difficult.

Now that my kids are older, I look back and roll my eyes and shake my head. THAT was hard? HA!

I think not.

Raising teenagers, in my opinion, is one of the hardest ages – hands down..so far, that is.

You no longer say, “No”, and get listened to. Everything’s an argument or a discussion. Your word is no longer “the law”. Sometimes you feel as if you’re living with criminals the way they defy your supposed “laws”.

And I thought I spent a ton of money on baby food, Avent bottles, and diapers?  That’s nothing compared to prom dresses, high heels, purses, perfume, Taco Bell! It’s the constant “break out the check book, Mom, puh-leeze!” Going to the movies costs a chunk of change. And the driving? I now know what it’s like to be a taxi driver. Boyfriend problems, having sex when I never knew he was dating…the list is eternal.

And it’s not over, believe me. They both still live at home. I’m happy about that. I’d miss them terribly if they weren’t here. The expensive economical state of affairs in California precludes either of them from leaving the nest and breaking out on their own.

Which means motherhood has most definitely not stopped just because they’re 20 and 15.

And other mothers have told me (thank you, Florence) that even when they’re 50, they still cry “Mom!” when they’re in  trouble.

But I would not take back a single day.

Happy Mother’s Day to me and ALL you mothers out there!

Easter’s Coming Up

Now that my kids are 20 and 15 Easter Sunday doesn’t carry the anticipation it used to when they were young. In the past I had to wait until they were sound asleep before I filled their baskets with chocolates and stuffed animals then I’d have to find a good place to set the baskets — away from anywhere the dogs could get at them. I’d leave a trail of tiny eggs that eventually met up with the baskets. My husband would take videos of the kids (EARLY in the morning) looking and finding their gifts from the Easter Bunny. It was all so much fun.

And now? Easter Sunday has metamorphosed into a day where my daughter makes up baskets for each of us and I do the same for the two kids and though we “say” they’re from the E.B., it’s not the same. We host dinner for the family and enjoy each other’s company but the anticipation and excitement is in the past, replaced with watching some sort of sports on the television and eating ham and sweet potatoes.

I long for the days when I played the E.B. role.

What do you do to celebrate Easter?

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