The Family that Works Together....

This post speeds ahead to just last year.  We decided to open a family business....me, the boys, and Eric.  A little bit of history - Before the boys were born, I worked as an Inventory Auditor for several companies, one of them based in Burbank.   I worked for a very nice man, Chris Smith, and basically crawled around on convenience store floors with a calculator strapped to my leg.  It was what I would call honest work, albeit, not very glamorous.  Every piece of retail inventory in the store had to counted, categorized and totaled.  Every soda can....every candy bar....every gum pack....and most of the stores were not what you consider....squeaky clean.  When my old boss contacted me a few years ago asking me to pick up his San Diego region, trust me, my immediate answer was "No Way!"  I have a real job now, one that doesn't require me to shower afterwards...but then, he asked the winning question...."how about having your boys do it?"   Hmmm....maybe....they would have their own business....and regular money coming in....and I would be leading them down the path of entrepreneurship.   Of course, I said...."sure". 

What I didn't consider was that I had been recently promoted to Director at my full time job, and that my hours had greatly increased.  In order to fit our new business into my schedule, we had to begin our day at 5am.  We took on 14 convenience stores that took us anywhere from one to three hours to complete.....and that was after we finished training.  The first month was pretty slow.  I will say that the boys must have calculator talents in their genes as they picked it up pretty quickly.  Chris became our "Cooler Guy" and counted beer, wine and soda in almost every store.   He had a talent for counting cases, and was able to count by seeing what was missing, rather than what was there.  He became very quick and accurate over time. 

Tommy would count the Checkout, Matt would count the 'tables' and I would grab the backroom and whatever was left over.  We actually worked really well together and I enjoyed the time that we had.   We would work about two to three mornings a week and usually drive two to three cars (not the best way to save expenses!) since we all had to be at either work or school at different times.  We worked almost every Saturday and then would go to breakfast.  Eric would join in when he was free and all five of us would spend the morning together.   It may not have been the typical family Saturday but I really enjoyed it.   Ok....for those that were friends with me during that time....enjoyed may be a bit strong.  I had my moments of sheer craziness....but I will say, that I enjoyed our actual time together very much! 

The early mornings became overwhelming for me after a year, as well as the number of stores going through revamps.  At every store that was being remodeled, we were met with 20 or 30 plastic bins of miscellaneous 'stuff' that had to be dumped and counted.  The stores began taking several hours longer so were not financially feasible anymore and we decided to pass the work onto another company.  I do really miss the time together; we spent more time together then than probably any other since they became teenagers.  I'm sad in some ways that I couldn't hang on for longer.  Eventually, I would have been able to back out and let them run the business.  I think it was just too much at the time. 

I'm proud of what we did accomplish and I did get to do a lot of coaching on work ethics.....like it's not a good idea to roll out of bed ten minutes before you need to be somewhere...or flip flops are not appropriate work attire....and it doesn't matter if you don't want to finish something, you have to keep working until it is done. We just had another family day yesterday and it again, made me proud. The boys attended Eric's Retirement Ceremony. They were respectfully attentive and I watched Matt walk up to the other Retirement participant, Commander King, shake his hand and thank him for his service. Proud moment for a proud mama.

All three boys showed great respect for Eric's accomplishment, as they should.  It was good to be together as a family yesterday.  I have learned now that these moments are golden....easily stolen...and never to be taken  for granted.  Time continues to move forward and can never be regained.  This blog has become another way for me to hang on to these little moments of time.  Thanks you for sharing them with me! 

  

Watch Tommy Grow

I've written before about how striking Tommy was as a toddler; he continued with his good boy looks long past his terrible two's.  Tommy was graced with a thick head of hair, a great smile and a very outgoing personality.   I refer to him as my "emotional twin" (poor boy!).  Tommy and I have always enjoyed time talking, usually late at night or early in the morning.  He has incredible insight and good sense, although, just like his mother, he doesn't always use it!    Take a look down at the pictorial journey of seeing Tommy become the man that he is!

All that we had....

Christmas can be a struggle as a single parent.  There is always the feeling of inadequacy that you can't get your kids the same type of presents that their friends are getting.  Those feelings continue to get amplified when you forget what's really important and focus on what you don't have.  What was really funny about this, was I don't think the boys felt that they were missing anything.  We were adopted by Grossmont College one year and received a large black trashbag of wrapped gifts for each of us.  We were also adopted by the Nursing Program one year.  They had done a food drive and split the food between me and another single mom.  I had canned food in every room since I couldn't fit it all into the kitchen!  We invited the campus group to come over and go shopping. 

Grossmont College also had a Christmas party every year for the single parents.  The party was complete with Santa Claus, dinner and party gifts.  This picture would have been from the year I was graduating. 

One of the things that makes me ponder frequently, is how I was much more grateful then.  We didn't have a lot of things, but we had a lot of people around us.  We were surrounded by friends at church, at school, and in our apartment building.   I remember being grateful for simple things like not having to pay for the kids to take the bus, and having friends that I could call at a moments notice.  I remember being sick one night...alien coming out of your stomach sick.  They boys were running around.  Matt took a whole loaf of bread and began using it like play dough.  I watched....and was just happy that he was occupied.  I called Loree...and she picked them all up and took them overnight.  I knew they were safe which allowed me to just sleep.  The alien was gone in the morning and she dropped the kids back off.  Maybe that explains what type of people we were around....and why my gratitude was so strong.  I still have my friends but sometimes life gets cluttered with things that don't really matter.  Having no money can be a blessing....it keeps life simple.   I have asked the boys many times if they felt cheated somehow with their childhood.  They respond with a resounding "no".  We may have been "poor" by someones standards, but we were very rich in ours. 

A Family Pinning

The boys and I went through many adventures in their early years, but none so exhausting as nursing school.  I started school when Matt was 6 months old.  I was actually signed up to begin National University for an Accounting Degree after Matt's birth.  I had these incredibly caring nurses when I delivered Matt; it changed the course of our lives forever.  I came out of the hospital with a new career goal.  I was taking courses at Grossmont College six months later. 

Matt was 6 months old when I started and 4 1/2 years when I completed.  We were on AFDC (Aid to Families with Dependant Children) for a total of five years.  It was one of the best days of my life when I got my first nursing paycheck and I could walk into Social Services and say that we didn't need help anymore.  I did work during that time but as a Work Study at Grossmont College.  I was blessed to have the job - the office that I worked for always worked with my crazy nursing student schedule and they built my confidence with their continual encouragement.

I was a 4.0 during all of my prerequisites (Chemistry, A&P, Microbiology, etc...) and dropped to a firm B when I actually hit my nursing classes.  At that point, I didn't care.  I just wanted to pass!  The boys were always a source of motivation.  We needed to have something to survive on and I was not going to stay on State Aid any longer than absolutely necessary.  It plays a bit with your head.

This was one of our happiest days.  When you graduate nursing school, there is also a nursing pinning ceremony.  This is all three boys pinning my pin on me.  I think I came away a bit scarred on my chest but proud none the same!  After four years of endless studying, clinical rotations, and sleep deprivation, we were done.  There are many stories to tell about things that happened during this time and afterward, but after looking at this picture, I remembered how much we were in this together.  The boys supplied my need to do well; I don't think I could have done it without them. 

Much more to tell about the four years that I as in school but I couldn't wait to show this picture.  It will always be one of my favorites.  It wasn't just my celebration that day.  It was one for all four of us...we were on our way to better days, although when looking back, what we had was pretty good even then!