Excerpted from Eve Crawford Peyton’s blog, Joie d’Eve, which appears each Friday on MyNewOrleans.com It goes so fast. Everyone says it, typically folded in with some “cherish every moment” drivel that I never feel like listening to because “every moment” includes the times I’m chiseling dried puke out of the crevasses of the car seat […]
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Fox Sports Journalist Jen Hale brings her upbeat personality, professional tenacity and can-do attitude to all of her endeavors in life, especially reporting from the NFL and NBA sidelines. Most recently, Hale added women’s health advocate to her growing list of challenges, after a life-altering diagnosis of cardomyopathy required her to make some big changes, […]
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Ashley Porter has a love for both design and for New Orleans. It’s only natural that the two come together in her work and her home. The former, her eponymous jewelry line, Porter Lyons, (the family name Lyons is Porter’s middle name), with each collection draws on some element of the city. The latter, her […]
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Costera Restaurant and Bar Costera Restaurant and Bar has opened in the space that for many years was occupied by La Thai. Chef Brian Burns’ menu is “coastal Spanish,” and it’s extensive. Both Burns and Reno De Ranieri, who oversees the operation, are alumni of the Link Restaurant Group, which is an indication they know […]
It’s often said that being a mother is the most difficult job in the world. Moms power through the day after a sleepless night, and act as a disciplinarian – but also a friend. Even after her child becomes an adult, a mom continues to worry, console her offspring, and – whether you like it […]
Dear Julia, I found this 1906 photograph at the Library of Congress. It is identified as “Visiting the Torpedo Boats, New Orleans, La.” yet there is no further explanation. Do you know anything more specific about these warships and why they were visiting the Crescent City? John Jamerson (New Orleans) The torpedo boats USS Porter […]
The theme for this issue of the magazine is women. As I was wrestling with how to approach this topic, my significant other induced some clarity by asking me a simple question: What woman had the most impact on your life? Right. I got this, I realized. So I’d like to introduce you to my […]
Actual conversation between me and my sister-in-law Larva: Me: “I saw that TV star — you know the guy? He practically lives here? —shopping? on Royal Street.” Larva: “Which guy?” Me: “You know! With that New Orleans show.” Larva: “Oh, whatshisname?” Me: “Right, him. He used to be in that other show.” I jump up […]
Sometimes I think appetizers are the hardest recipes to come up with. We attach ourselves to a few winners, but soon enough they become overdone and boring. It took the seven-layer dip about 20 years to move off the popularity charts if, in fact, it ever did, and who knows when the hot dogs in […]
May is Women’s Health month and the perfect time to celebrate the women in your life—especially mothers on Mother’s Day. As summer kicks off with its slower pace, May is an ideal time to check up on all things health related. Is there a check-up or screening you’ve been putting off? A fitness class or […]
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Excerpted from Eve Crawford Peyton’s blog, Joie d’Eve,which appears each Friday on MyNewOrleans.com
It goes so fast. Everyone says it, typically folded in with some “cherish every moment” drivel that I never feel like listening to because “every moment” includes the times I’m chiseling dried puke out of the crevasses of the car seat or carrying my kicking, howling child out of Target, but it really does go so fast.
“The days are long,” they say wistfully, “but the years are short.”
And damned if that’s not true. The days are long; the hours are longer. Two weeks ago, when one and then the other of my girls had the flu, the hours were impossibly long. I slept fitfully next to them, waking up every hour to take their temperature, check their breathing, coax them awake to swallow some Tylenol.
The nights when Ruby and I fight over her math homework seem endless; the days of thick dread spent waiting for a doctor’s appointment seem eternal.
And yet, somehow, my girls are not babies anymore and it seems to have happened in the proverbial blink of an eye. Ruby is almost a teenager, two-thirds of the way to a legal adult. Georgia is 6 – almost 7 – and even though I still call her “my baby” and can’t bring myself to part with her hooded towels, she can read and write and play soccer in PE class.
Not only does it seem like their growing up is going too quickly but also like mine went too quickly.
Ruby had a sleepover last weekend, and as I heard them giggling in her room over boys, it was hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that I couldn’t just plop down on her bed with a bowl of chips and join in the fun and demand that they French-braid my hair.
“How did I become the mom in this scenario?” I wondered, even though I know logically that I am 38-and-a-half years old and my sleepover days are far behind me.
I heard myself saying mom things – “clean up your mess out here, girls!” and “after all that candy, PLEASE do not go to bed without brushing your teeth!” and “I am going to bed, ladies, so please don’t stay up too late!” – but I just also felt like my own tween sleepover experiences were not so far behind me, as though they were just beyond the veil and somewhere, in an alternate reality, I was still whispering a ghost story to my BFF Morgan while my other BFF Kelly paged through a “Tiger Beat” with Luke Perry (RIP) on the cover and we discussed whether we’d stop at Sbarro for pizza before or after we went to Claire’s the next day at Lakeside Mall.
While I was putting some clothes away in Ruby’s room (and eavesdropping), I also had a brief illusion that I was a “cool mom” and that maybe they’d invite me to stay and listen to the gossip for a bit, but then one of them said, “Oh, yeah, I totally ship them,” and I said, “What does ‘ship’ mean?” and they both looked at me and Ruby rolled her eyes and the bubble burst. I was just a middle-aged mom again, wearing glasses and sweatpants emblazoned with the name of my college and trying too hard to fit in. I put the rest of the shirts away and hurried out of her room to go drown my sorrows in cheap white wine and a mystery novel on my Kindle, like all the cool people do on Saturday night.
But if the bad news is that I’m getting old, the good news is that I’m not doing it alone. Morgan and Kelly are both boring old moms too now, although their kids are younger and not quite to the sleepover stage, and I sent them Facebook messages that night.
“Get ready,” I told them. “When your kids start having sleepovers, you’re going to feel so old and lame. And I know your kids are still little … but just be ready … because it goes so fast!”