Kenny Mair-
This is going to be one of those moments you should probably call your dentist and schedule an appointment because after you get done reading all this sweet junk, you will have a cavity. I don't know how else to approach it....maybe I'll get some testimonials from his friends (hmm........)
But from my perspective, here he is in a nut shell.......
Kenny is, by far, without question, the nicest person I have ever met. I knew it from the moment I met him. I was 18 years old, working three jobs, and going to school full time- on top of a healthy night life of a teenager. Following a particularly brutal New Year's even party, and a vow to never touch alcohol again I met Mr. Mair. I had picked up an extra shift waiting tables at Denny's on January 1st, 2006. I sloshed through the door, went through the opening routine, and looked at my empty station praying it would stay empty. Pretty soon, two good looking young men, and a particularly angry young woman came in and sat at one of my tables........I groaned and drug my feet to the table. Without much time lapse, the young lady stood up and walked into the restroom. With a renewed sense of humor I approached the table and asked which one of them had made her so happy........One of them looked at the table and I knew instantly that he was the guilty party. I drew my attention to the other young man sitting at the table, he looked very young, baby faced, and very good looking. I noticed a hunting sweater, and asked if he drove the truck in the parking lot (I had a hunch, it was the only truck out there.) We struck up light conversation, and although he will argue with me about this.......he asked for my number.
We were engaged two weeks later, married five months later, and six years down the very bumpy road we call life, we are still together, and falling in love over and over every day.
He really is the nicest person on the planet. If you are ever chewed out by Kenny you will walk away and say to yourself "man, what a nice guy."
I frequently try his patience, not on purpose.....but I do. He smiles politely, hugs me, and we go about our business. He lets me rage when necessary....he is my shoulder to cry on. He takes care of everyone he knows, and would give the shirt off of his back to anyone, and everyone.
He loves his children. <<<<<<-----------Understatement of the century.
He lives for his children.
Every morning is a kiss on the forehead, because it's too early to wake them up during the work week. If he is off shift he will "sneekily" make random noises to wake Weston up, because he misses him and wants to play with him. From 8 pm to 8 am is just too long in this house. Weston adores him, and we do a happy daddy dance every day when he gets home. Daddy is second to none in this house. Weston talks about growing up to be big like his daddy, and how much he looks up to him because he works hard for our family.
He is a prime example of patience, and compassion.
He has told me on multiple occasions that every second of every day he does whatever he can to provide for his family, to make us happy and give us everything we want. He is a good man. Through and through.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Family Bio - Weston
I realized earlier on that in order to be considered as a potential
adoption family, it may be a good idea to introduce ourselves to all of
you. Unfortunately there is no simple way to do that, we all have a rich
history, and a tragic past that taints our biographies.
(More on that later....we I can muster up the courage.)
Weston- Weston is three and a half years old. He will be four in March. He is a charismatic, full of life, and spice, little boy. He lives for tractors, trains, airplanes, trucks....etc. He was not adopted, all though I often wonder where he could have possibly gotten so much intelligence, wisdom, and strength. In a nut shell, he is just better than his father and I. I'm in awe of him every day, in the way he learns, grows, and accepts.
Weston loves the way I do, with his whole heart. While that is a blessing, it is also somewhat of a curse. With your whole heart on the line, it tends to be broken easily.
We spend a fair amount of time trying to explain the complex workings of the universe in a simplified manner; "son, sometimes things just are the way they are." It never seems good enough, it never is. His curiosity spans across everything he comes into contact with, directly or indirectly. He doesn't ask where the airplane is going, he asks how a heavy object can fly through the sky. He is an exceptional human being. I, on the other hand, get some interesting looks from strangers when I am explaining propulsion, velocity, and magnitude to my baby boy.
Right now we are working on manners (which he is excelling in) and going to preschool...........he's still not so sure that is the greatest idea I have ever had, but he bounces out of Ms. Jamee's preschool every Tuesday and Thursday invigorated and excited to tell me all about it. I make him go every day, despite his desperate attempts to guilt me into letting him stay home......and he is pretty great at guilt trips. I drive him twenty five minutes every day to a preschool, because it is the best in the Basin. He deserves the best. I figured the driving would be a major inconvenience but it gives him just enough time, without distractions, to tell me his concerns, thoughts, worries, and on the way home his excitement, victories and knowledge. I love that time.
Weston has been my motivation for quite some time now. His life has been complicated with details outside of his or I's control since conception. His pregnancy was too short, I had no amniotic fluid and he was in distress for much much too long. We spent ten days in the NICU and left on oxygen. My little five pound baby caught up quickly, he was fourteen pounds at his two month appointment. He has been growing uncontrollably ever since. At three and a half he is well over forty pounds, and over the 100% percentile for his height.
This adoption process started for us when Wes sat straight up, after playing on the floor in front of us and said "Mommy, it's time for you to find a baby for our family." My eyes felt with tears, and we began to tell him that it was a hard process. His insistence and faith have been contagious and we cannot agree more with him. It's time.
Weston gathered up all of his toys that are "safe for baby to play with" and put them on his bunk bed, waiting. If I even look at them wrong, he warns me to "leave them alone, they are for my baby."
The best response I have is "I'm working on it."
More on my little man later. :) He needs some "twaberry milk" right now."
(More on that later....we I can muster up the courage.)
Weston- Weston is three and a half years old. He will be four in March. He is a charismatic, full of life, and spice, little boy. He lives for tractors, trains, airplanes, trucks....etc. He was not adopted, all though I often wonder where he could have possibly gotten so much intelligence, wisdom, and strength. In a nut shell, he is just better than his father and I. I'm in awe of him every day, in the way he learns, grows, and accepts.
Weston loves the way I do, with his whole heart. While that is a blessing, it is also somewhat of a curse. With your whole heart on the line, it tends to be broken easily.
We spend a fair amount of time trying to explain the complex workings of the universe in a simplified manner; "son, sometimes things just are the way they are." It never seems good enough, it never is. His curiosity spans across everything he comes into contact with, directly or indirectly. He doesn't ask where the airplane is going, he asks how a heavy object can fly through the sky. He is an exceptional human being. I, on the other hand, get some interesting looks from strangers when I am explaining propulsion, velocity, and magnitude to my baby boy.
Right now we are working on manners (which he is excelling in) and going to preschool...........he's still not so sure that is the greatest idea I have ever had, but he bounces out of Ms. Jamee's preschool every Tuesday and Thursday invigorated and excited to tell me all about it. I make him go every day, despite his desperate attempts to guilt me into letting him stay home......and he is pretty great at guilt trips. I drive him twenty five minutes every day to a preschool, because it is the best in the Basin. He deserves the best. I figured the driving would be a major inconvenience but it gives him just enough time, without distractions, to tell me his concerns, thoughts, worries, and on the way home his excitement, victories and knowledge. I love that time.
Weston has been my motivation for quite some time now. His life has been complicated with details outside of his or I's control since conception. His pregnancy was too short, I had no amniotic fluid and he was in distress for much much too long. We spent ten days in the NICU and left on oxygen. My little five pound baby caught up quickly, he was fourteen pounds at his two month appointment. He has been growing uncontrollably ever since. At three and a half he is well over forty pounds, and over the 100% percentile for his height.
This adoption process started for us when Wes sat straight up, after playing on the floor in front of us and said "Mommy, it's time for you to find a baby for our family." My eyes felt with tears, and we began to tell him that it was a hard process. His insistence and faith have been contagious and we cannot agree more with him. It's time.
Weston gathered up all of his toys that are "safe for baby to play with" and put them on his bunk bed, waiting. If I even look at them wrong, he warns me to "leave them alone, they are for my baby."
The best response I have is "I'm working on it."
Friday, September 28, 2012
Dear Mr. Webster,
Dear Mr. Webster,
I've given this post a lot of thought. Please don't take offense to my brash terminology in describing how I really feel about you, and the definition provided in your dictionary for an aforementioned word "Parent."
To emphasize the vague nature of the definition used, I have provided it here for reference.
.......give me a moment.
Breathe..........
Breathe..........
Ok. First of all......YOU..........Mr. MAN!-
-may have forgot a few descriptive sentences-
c: a person who is willing to sacrifice copious amounts of sleep to ensure the safety and comfort of their sleeping child.
d: a person who neglects their own self hygiene (sometimes for days) in order to never leave a child unattended, even for a single moment.
e: a person who places all childhood dreams on hold, or deletes completely, in order to facilitate the dreams of their child.
f; a person who mistakenly is complemented on their french manicure in wal-mart just to embarrassingly admit that it is in fact not a manicure, but is desitin caked under their nails.
g: a person who takes up residence in their buffet pants, in order to be prepared to cuddle on the couch and take a nap at a moments notice (granted there are no other children that require attention or need in the time it will take to take a nap.)
h: a person who replaces close friendships with adults for a close relationship with "Max and Ruby, Bubble Guppies, Blues Clues, and Yo Gabba Gabba"
i: a person who tolerates "Yo Gabba Gabba"
j: a person who looks at their child and unwillingly beings to cry because the idea of being trusted with such a beautiful gift is so overwhelming.
k: a person who chooses their tiny human over them selves, over and over and over again.
l: a person who understands the value of innocence, chases butterflies, believes in the color pink, thinks mud is a cure all, jumps higher than any kid on the trampoline (to show how great it is to be grown up), and is warm even when it is cold outside.
m: a person who prays for one more day, every day.
n: a person who understands that their ultimate goal is to raise a child, into an adult, that will one day leave to begin their own successful attempt at life, with the full understanding that the moment they leave, your heart leaves with them; wherever they go.
o: a person who allows their heart to walk around outside of their body.
p: a person who stays awake all night to study, because building a fort in the front room was more important during the day.
q: a person who forgets what it feels like to go to the bathroom alone.
r: a person who is capable of making up a voice for every toy your child decides to humanize.
s: a person who is consistently apologizing for the mess to all guests who dare tread into the childhood dream home, because you have set up a road way on the floor, that spans the entire length of the house, and there is just no room for giant monsters to walk through town.
t: a person who takes off their warm dry gloves, to exchange them for a tiny pair of sopping wet frozen mittens.
u: a person who is baffeled by the ability of tiny socks to stand up, walk around, and hide in the most inconspicuous places to avoid being placed in a matched pair on a child's foot.
v: a person who is so filled with inexplicable love that it threatens to explode their heart at any given second.
w: a person who worries in such great detail that the idea of stalking their child, and embarrassing them in public is the absolute least of their worries.
x: a person who is as excited, if not more excited about Christmas, Easter, Halloween, a lost tooth, and Disney land than their child.
y:a person who reflects on their work at the end of each day......a person who is too tired to reflect on their work at the end of each day, but rests assured that they absolutely did the best they could.
z: a person who clings to every second of every day spent in the presence of any child as a gift.
.........blah blah blah.....you get the point.
In regard to your recent on-line publication, please take note that a link may be drawn directly to this page to give people a slightly more realistic approach to parenting. Keep in mind, this only scratches the surface, granted we only have 26 letters in the alphabet.
I think the most important definition (and one i didn't include in my preliminary list) would probably go as follows.
A1: a person who's intentions lie, unwavering, in the best interest of a child, with a fair understanding of failure (despite your best efforts) being inevitable, and success never being recognized (because success is always given to the child).
Mr. Webster, I am a parent as you have described in a:. However, due to extenuating circumstances, I cannot repeat that process and "bring forth more offspring." I would like to be a parent in all descriptions (except the plant thing....that is a little much for me). I would like to be b : a person who brings up and cares for another.
Sincerely,
Carrie Mae Mair
This is the type of parent I want to be. This is the type of parent I try to be every day. Failure is inevitable in certain aspects, I am a witness of mass proportions to that. And success is given to the child, as a victory in their life regardless of the scope. Being a small part of that is enough. My family and I want another child, to show these things to. We would like to adopt a baby. If you have one, or know of one that may need a parent or two, we fit the description. Please feel free to contact us, any time, day or night.
Carrie Mae 435-724-8511
Kenny 435-724-8512
I've given this post a lot of thought. Please don't take offense to my brash terminology in describing how I really feel about you, and the definition provided in your dictionary for an aforementioned word "Parent."
To emphasize the vague nature of the definition used, I have provided it here for reference.
1par·ent
noun \ˈper-ənt\
1
a : one that begets or brings forth offspring
b : a person who brings up and cares for another
2
a : an animal or plant that is regarded in relation to its offspring .......give me a moment.
Breathe..........
Breathe..........
Ok. First of all......YOU..........Mr. MAN!-
-may have forgot a few descriptive sentences-
c: a person who is willing to sacrifice copious amounts of sleep to ensure the safety and comfort of their sleeping child.
d: a person who neglects their own self hygiene (sometimes for days) in order to never leave a child unattended, even for a single moment.
e: a person who places all childhood dreams on hold, or deletes completely, in order to facilitate the dreams of their child.
f; a person who mistakenly is complemented on their french manicure in wal-mart just to embarrassingly admit that it is in fact not a manicure, but is desitin caked under their nails.
g: a person who takes up residence in their buffet pants, in order to be prepared to cuddle on the couch and take a nap at a moments notice (granted there are no other children that require attention or need in the time it will take to take a nap.)
h: a person who replaces close friendships with adults for a close relationship with "Max and Ruby, Bubble Guppies, Blues Clues, and Yo Gabba Gabba"
i: a person who tolerates "Yo Gabba Gabba"
j: a person who looks at their child and unwillingly beings to cry because the idea of being trusted with such a beautiful gift is so overwhelming.
k: a person who chooses their tiny human over them selves, over and over and over again.
l: a person who understands the value of innocence, chases butterflies, believes in the color pink, thinks mud is a cure all, jumps higher than any kid on the trampoline (to show how great it is to be grown up), and is warm even when it is cold outside.
m: a person who prays for one more day, every day.
n: a person who understands that their ultimate goal is to raise a child, into an adult, that will one day leave to begin their own successful attempt at life, with the full understanding that the moment they leave, your heart leaves with them; wherever they go.
o: a person who allows their heart to walk around outside of their body.
p: a person who stays awake all night to study, because building a fort in the front room was more important during the day.
q: a person who forgets what it feels like to go to the bathroom alone.
r: a person who is capable of making up a voice for every toy your child decides to humanize.
s: a person who is consistently apologizing for the mess to all guests who dare tread into the childhood dream home, because you have set up a road way on the floor, that spans the entire length of the house, and there is just no room for giant monsters to walk through town.
t: a person who takes off their warm dry gloves, to exchange them for a tiny pair of sopping wet frozen mittens.
u: a person who is baffeled by the ability of tiny socks to stand up, walk around, and hide in the most inconspicuous places to avoid being placed in a matched pair on a child's foot.
v: a person who is so filled with inexplicable love that it threatens to explode their heart at any given second.
w: a person who worries in such great detail that the idea of stalking their child, and embarrassing them in public is the absolute least of their worries.
x: a person who is as excited, if not more excited about Christmas, Easter, Halloween, a lost tooth, and Disney land than their child.
y:
z: a person who clings to every second of every day spent in the presence of any child as a gift.
.........blah blah blah.....you get the point.
In regard to your recent on-line publication, please take note that a link may be drawn directly to this page to give people a slightly more realistic approach to parenting. Keep in mind, this only scratches the surface, granted we only have 26 letters in the alphabet.
I think the most important definition (and one i didn't include in my preliminary list) would probably go as follows.
A1: a person who's intentions lie, unwavering, in the best interest of a child, with a fair understanding of failure (despite your best efforts) being inevitable, and success never being recognized (because success is always given to the child).
Mr. Webster, I am a parent as you have described in a:. However, due to extenuating circumstances, I cannot repeat that process and "bring forth more offspring." I would like to be a parent in all descriptions (except the plant thing....that is a little much for me). I would like to be b : a person who brings up and cares for another.
Sincerely,
Carrie Mae Mair
This is the type of parent I want to be. This is the type of parent I try to be every day. Failure is inevitable in certain aspects, I am a witness of mass proportions to that. And success is given to the child, as a victory in their life regardless of the scope. Being a small part of that is enough. My family and I want another child, to show these things to. We would like to adopt a baby. If you have one, or know of one that may need a parent or two, we fit the description. Please feel free to contact us, any time, day or night.
Carrie Mae 435-724-8511
Kenny 435-724-8512
To Start
The decision to grow a family is never one to be taken lightly. It's a decision based on one's inward outlook on their ability to provide for children; to facilitate life. This decision is not to be taken lightly.
More often than not, one is caught up in their own concepts of self to fully consider what the needs are of a child. It's not wrong to be in love with being in love with your child. But that is really not the point. I myself have relished in the glow of being a mother. Loving a child with every fiber of my being, from the depths of my soul. I myself have forgotten all other life on this planet to focus myself on that child, two children to be exact. I will never regret a single moment spent hurling myself into that devotion. But moments come in the duration of being a parent that require you to live outside of that glow, and focus solely on the child.
What is best for my child?
What does my child need?
Am I enough?
I've rolled the latter question over in my mind more often than you can imagine. Am I enough? Am I good enough? Am I good enough to facilitate life? I find divinity in the question itself. Early on in life, the answer was a clear cut, unquestionable, no. The idea of being the sole provider of another human being was beyond me. I was neither set up nor emotionally ready to be that person, for anyone. When my life opened itself up to the possibility of a child, the idea was planted and I began to imagine what that endeavor might be like. The thoughts filled my mind for the better part of every day, trying to plan out the intricate details and finite logistics of what daily life would entail. If I had spent every second of every day thinking about it, from birth.........I would still have been a world away from reality.
There are no words to describe being a "parent." I'm really surprised there is a definition in the dictionary- But let me be clear, it is vague.
There you have it. Three descriptive sentences that sum up being a parent.
I'm appalled......
More often than not, one is caught up in their own concepts of self to fully consider what the needs are of a child. It's not wrong to be in love with being in love with your child. But that is really not the point. I myself have relished in the glow of being a mother. Loving a child with every fiber of my being, from the depths of my soul. I myself have forgotten all other life on this planet to focus myself on that child, two children to be exact. I will never regret a single moment spent hurling myself into that devotion. But moments come in the duration of being a parent that require you to live outside of that glow, and focus solely on the child.
What is best for my child?
What does my child need?
Am I enough?
I've rolled the latter question over in my mind more often than you can imagine. Am I enough? Am I good enough? Am I good enough to facilitate life? I find divinity in the question itself. Early on in life, the answer was a clear cut, unquestionable, no. The idea of being the sole provider of another human being was beyond me. I was neither set up nor emotionally ready to be that person, for anyone. When my life opened itself up to the possibility of a child, the idea was planted and I began to imagine what that endeavor might be like. The thoughts filled my mind for the better part of every day, trying to plan out the intricate details and finite logistics of what daily life would entail. If I had spent every second of every day thinking about it, from birth.........I would still have been a world away from reality.
There are no words to describe being a "parent." I'm really surprised there is a definition in the dictionary- But let me be clear, it is vague.
1par·ent
noun \ˈper-ənt\
1
a : one that begets or brings forth offspring
b : a person who brings up and cares for another
2
a : an animal or plant that is regarded in relation to its offspring There you have it. Three descriptive sentences that sum up being a parent.
I'm appalled......
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