One thing leads to another....

So my daughter who got laid off on Sunday had clients for her new business on Monday. Which goes to show that sometimes the best opportunities come from those instances that seem the worst. This appears to be one of those cases. Within three days, she has marketing material, a blog, a Facebook page for her company and more clients calling than she can handle. Oh yeah, she's also on Twitter.

And the best part? She really GETS MARKETING! I'm one proud boomer mom!

Raising strong girls

Just found a terrific site called ParentingPink. The tagline: Raising strong girls --- together. Fabulous! We're finally raising girls who'll hopefully earn salaries equal to (or higher than) the boys.

I'm all for girly little girls. They're such fun to dress up. Mine wore matching satin ribbons in their hair as long as I could get away with it. But now that they're grown, nothing makes me happier than seeing them as strong young women. Pink but tough. It can happen.

Good week, bad week

Good news! Youngest daughter's husband got a promotion and a raise last week. Woohoo! Amazing when all I'm hearing about are layoffs.

Bad news. Today youngest daughter got laid off from "the perfect job". So sad.

And that is why moms always hurt for their kids....no matter how old they are.

Such a satisfying saturday

Almost perfect boomer mom Saturday. Watched our granddaughter in the early afternoon. Great cuddling time while she slept for an an hour and a half in my arms. Then out to the burbs to have dinner with our grandsons, followed by the entire family watching the Blackhawks on TV.

Boys are SO different than raising girls!

Desperately seeking Supernanny

Ran into Target to pick up a few things. In less than 15 minutes, I witnessed three temper tantrums (from three different children), the kind that once caused sweat to pour down my body while holding a screaming baby in a department store (that was the last time I shopped with her until she was a teenager).

A girl of about 6 was flinging her scarf across an aisle and yelling at her mother that she "WANTS THAT". A toddler (or small animal of some sort) was shrieking while an older brother tried to restrain him. And a boy who looked to be 5 screamed at his mother that he hated her and was going to do whatever he wanted....which appeared to be flinging everything out of the cart. As we passed in the aisle, I felt so bad for her I said "it'll get better" and she said "it has to!"

Easy for me to say. Mine got better when they each reached adulthood. Boy am I glad that my little ones these days are grandchildren!

About those apron strings....

Lately, most of my mornings follow the same pattern.

My oldest daughter, a fabulous mom of two boys, calls to update me on the status of her "about to be updated kitchen". So far, so good. I can keep up with the day-to-day changes (despite the glut of revised renderings that clogged my inbox last week).

Next, my youngest daughter calls to tell me about the dogs....her two, Penny and Rocky, plus any other dogs she's fallen in love with that day (she manages a doggie daycare/spa and is a dog freak...in a good way).

And that's how, unless I have a morning meeting (which I try to avoid) my day begins.

Today, for some reason, it occurred to me that while the apron strings have stretched (some days neither calls, but it's rare), they're not torn. And that is why I just created this blog. Because I know I can't be the only boomer mom whose daughters, grown as they may be, are still a part of each day.

Will I be saying "Call you back. I'm working on a project." forever? If so, I'm one lucky mom.