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		<title>Great teenagers &#8211; NOT an oxymoron anymore!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today was one of the most enjoyable days and nights of the year.
No, I did not officiate a wedding.  Or a Bar Mitzvah, or even a Baby Naming.  I did not create some amazing worship service.  I did not create anything at all.
Today was my son&#8217;s birthday.  I shut off the computer, and spent most [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today was one of the most enjoyable days and nights of the year.</p>
<p>No, I did not officiate a wedding.  Or a Bar Mitzvah, or even a Baby Naming.  I did not create some amazing worship service.  I did not create anything at all.</p>
<p>Today was my son&#8217;s birthday.  I shut off the computer, and spent most of the day &#8211; disconnected.  Alone, with only Lauren and Trevor, my soon to be 21 year old, and my 19 year old, whose birthday was today.</p>
<p>In the beginning of the day, I wanted to get them out of the house and do something, until I realized that we were just sitting together on the couch, and they weren&#8217;t in a hurry to leave &#8211; and so&#8230;.neither was I.  Later we went out,  browsed around town for the day, and met my Mom and Dad and Wayne for dinner, and Trevor invited his 3 best friends from Weston.  My kids have made wonderful choices in friends, and I would do anything for these kids.</p>
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<p>The point I&#8217;m trying to make &#8211; is that I love the heck out of my kids, and I honestly think they&#8217;re amazing.  We love each other, and can spend an entire day together, and wish it wasn&#8217;t over.  I know that it wasn&#8217;t an accident they turned out this way, but as long as my blog carries the theme of gratitude &#8211; however it happened &#8211; I just wanted to stop and say THANKS for such amazing children.</p>
<p>Lauren and Trevor &#8211; You rock.  And, I am the happiest MOM in the world, because I have you.</p>
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		<title>A tragic, unexplainable loss&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night, Lauren, my daughter called me crying.  She had just found out that an old friend from High School&#8217;s little brother had been killed in an accident, the night before.  He was 16.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last night, Lauren, my daughter called me crying.  She had just found out that an old friend from High School&#8217;s little brother had been killed in an accident, the night before.  He was 16.</p>
<p>When Lauren was friends with Jen, in 9th and 10th grade, they were inseperable, and, as parents do, her mom and I became friendly too.  Jen and her sister, Danielle, were always such good girls.  Ritchie, their little brother, was a bit outside the box.  At 10, he was wearing a Mohawk.  He marched to the beat of his own drummer.  And his mom would just laugh, and say&#8230;&#8221;That&#8217;s Ritchie&#8221;&#8230;.</p>
<p>As sad and tragic as it was, however, I cannot say I was shocked at the news Lauren was telling me on the phone.  Ritchie died instantly.  He was on a bike, and the driver of a Jeep Cherokee had killed him.  It was 5:00 in the morning.</p>
<p>We cannot figure out what Ritchie was doing at 5am on Griffin Road, but while our first instinct is that Ritchie was once again bucking the system, perhaps he was delivering newspapers, or trying to get to school early for extra credit.  The fact is, we don&#8217;t know, and might never know.  Honestly, Ritchie was one of the sweetest kids you ever wanted to know..</p>
<p>Either way, Ritchie is gone.  In an instant, a precious child&#8217;s life is gone, and a Mother and Father, and 2 sisters are left to wonder why.  It seems so unfair.  There are no answers.  Except one.  And it&#8217;s a story we hear all the time, but I wonder, how many of us live this lesson?</p>
<p>Live each day as if there were no tomorrow.  Do any of us know if we will really make it to work or home?  Are there any guarantees?  Children die at any age, and so do grownups.  We have no crystal balls, and no way of knowing.  So, why do we live lives of unhappiness, malcontent, and general blahness?  Why do we not smell every rose, wish on every star, kiss everyone we love, twice just in case, appreciate what we have, go for what we want, change careers as many times as necessary to find happiness, and reach back in our past to find people we once loved but lost our way from?</p>
<p>Why do we take our children, our parents, our siblings for granted?  How would we act if we knew today was our last day on earth with that person?  Why don&#8217;t we act that way every day?</p>
<p>I am reminded, and I hope you are, too.  I hope my children remember this, my ex husband, my parents, and my sisters remember, too.  I hope every friend on my Facebook accounts remembers, and I hope everyone goes home, and kisses someone they love very much.  I hope we appreciate everything and everyone we have, and that we consciously thank God for giving those people and things to us.</p>
<p>I am thanking God right now.  And praying that Ritchie&#8217;s memory be for a blessing to all of us.</p>
<p>May he rest in peace..</p>
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		<title>Letting go, allowing, and looking forward</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a big week for me. In celebration (and maybe a tiny bit of fear and trepidation) I decided to post a more personal entry here today. Not because I think this is anything revolutionary that people need to read, but because I think it’s all good &#8211; and I should be willing to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a big week for me. In celebration (and maybe a tiny bit of fear and trepidation) I decided to post a more personal entry here today. Not because I think this is anything revolutionary that people need to read, but because I think it’s all good &#8211; and I should be willing to share.</p>
<p>Trevor, my youngest child, is leaving on Tuesday for college. This is the day all parents have on their minds from the day their child is born. We think about it, yearn for it, dread it, avoid it, embrace it &#8211; no matter what the emotion &#8211; it’s on our minds, constantly. It has been on mine for years. I remember when he finished his last day of preschool. Endings and beginnings, I thought. Life is just a series of impermanent situations, and as hard as we try to hold on to moments, jobs, situations, money, anything &#8211; really, the more we hold on, the more they escape our tightest grasp. I’ve watched my kids very closely over the years, but at times, have stayed far away, allowing them to grow and experience life. I picked my battles, and let them fall down and bruise themselves, so they would know how to make their own boo-boos better, because I knew I would not always be there to kiss them.</p>
<p>When Lauren was getting ready to leave, 2 years ago, we struggled in our relationship for the first time ever in those last days at home. She was obsessed with spending time with her friends, and none with me. The end of year parties and hanging out, and relentless attachment to the kids she might never see again were just too much to bear. I learned then, and am applying now the lesson of my life &#8211; Let them go, allow them to be, and look forward to what they will become. UGH!</p>
<p>Sometimes I look at my parenting process, and my children, and know I am only a self-proclaimed rock star. I have a better relationship with my children than any parent I know (except for Alison &#8211; we share the same views). I give them more freedom, allow them far more misgivings, but yet, they are amazing kids, and we have a profound respect for each other, and I wonder how many people can actually say that about their teenzillas. Sometimes I wonder if I give myself too much credit, though. A little voice inside of me tells me to write the book, and now that I have time on my hands, I think I just might give it a whirl. But &#8211; how do I know if I’m really a great parent? What if nobody agrees? Well &#8211; I received some interesting feedback on Friday, which inspired me to begin writing, and so here it begins…</p>
<p>Not only is Trevor leaving for school, but I am doing the unthinkable, and, 2 days after his departure, I am moving out of the big house in Weston, into a condo in East Fort Lauderdale. Downsizing, living where ** I ** want to live, rather than where my kids get the best education, being closer to my family (especially Lexi), and having a social life enticed me to say “WHY WAIT”? If you have to move the last kid out of the house &#8211; do it BIG! Move EVERYONE! So, I had to endure this incredibly painful condo application and background check &#8211; including 6 character references, to get the process started.</p>
<p>My friend, Irv called me, and told me about his call with the condo association. I suppose they asked him about me, and my character, and he told them I was a great Mom. (Thanks, Irv!) But what was funny was that the woman told him that everyone she had talked to about me had told her the same thing. WOW. 6 people all told the condo association I was a great Mom. It’s one thing to self proclaim, but it’s completely different when the people closest to you in your life all send you the same resounding message. I think I actually did it right, and I couldn’t be happier.</p>
<p>Now, I’m sitting here amid piles of boxes and clothes, almost ready to make the trip to Gainesville in 48 hours, and looking back, looking at now, and looking at the future. And I still couldn’t be happier. The road to today wasn’t always easy, but it absolutely was the most rewarding experience of my life. Looking back with love, I know the challenges were the lessons we all had to learn, to get us to today. Looking at today, I see that I have an amazing relationship with my kids that money cannot buy, and living in Weston, that’s pretty darn good. And looking into the future, I see clear visions for my children of being happy, successful, and fulfilled.</p>
<p>But in order to look forward so positively, I must let go of what was. I gave my kids roots to keep them firmly grounded, but wings to fly. But even more importantly, I am giving myself the same wings, as I must redefine and recreate who I am and what I am, without 2 children at home to center my life around. I’m happy to allow us to just be &#8211; whatever any of us want to be &#8211; in full support of their choices, their mistakes, and their successes, because that makes them who they are. And I am looking forward to whatever life brings, because it means I am alive, and I cannot think of a greater thing to be.</p>
<p>Lauren and Trevor &#8211; You have taught me the most amazing lessons in life. I love you more than anything in the world, and I hope you are half as proud of me, as I am of you.</p>
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<p class="commentauthor">sharyn schoen said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 23, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-457">12:32 pm</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=457">Edit</a></p>
<p>Speechless!</p>
<p>You truly are a great mom, friend &amp; person!<br />
Good luck and hopefully  we’ll see you when you return.</li>
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<p class="commentauthor">Ann Daniels said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 23, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-458">1:45 pm</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=458">Edit</a></p>
<p>That was a beautiful story and you are starting your own journey that I am  sure will be very exciting. We will miss you in Weston, but hope to get together  soon. I will be feeling what your feeling in a few months. Corey doesn’t leave  until August. Good Luck</li>
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<p class="commentauthor">Sue Mindel said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 23, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-459">2:03 pm</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=459">Edit</a></p>
<p>You moved me to tears! This is an equally traumatic, exciting and anxious  week for me as well as I send my first child off to college. I like to believe  that I too have an amazing relationship with both my kids and am experiencing  very similar feelings as they each learn their way and grow to be extraordinary  people. This message of letting go, allowing, and looking forward could not have  come at a better time.</p>
<p>I was truly inspired by your words!</li>
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<p class="commentauthor">Irv Silverstein said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 23, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-460">10:25 pm</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=460">Edit</a></p>
<p>Debbi</p>
<p>You are going thru one traumatic time. Your youngest is leaving the nest and  off to college. You too are leaving the nest and starting a new chapter in the  book of Debbi.</p>
<p>Rest assured that the past 18-20 years of doing your most important and  successful job has paid off. You have instilled your ideals, beliefs and  spiritual feelings in your children. They are on their way to becoming young  adults with a solid foundation. They couldnt have been an any better hands.</p>
<p>Enjoy the next step.</li>
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<p class="commentauthor">Nancy Robinson said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 23, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-462">11:38 pm</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=462">Edit</a></p>
<p>You never cease to amaze me! Is this the same “girl” that I met in high  school so many years ago? The “girl” that…well we won’t get into the  details…that I went to college with? You have grown into the most remarkable  “woman” and yes, one of the most remarkable mothers that I know. I am so proud  of you and ALL that you have become. You are one in a million! No matter where  Lauren and Trevor end up in life they will always be the luckiest two kids for  having you as their loving mother.</p>
<p>Good luck to YOU in this very exciting new chapter of your life…Chapter  One…Debbie Does Fort Lauderdale…You know me…I couldn’t stay serious the entire  time! Love you!</li>
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<p class="commentauthor"><a rel="external nofollow" href="http://www.dbrcareerservices.com/">Debbie Benami-Rahm</a> said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 24, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-463">12:13 am</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=463">Edit</a></p>
<p>You have said what so many of us have thought when we faced the time and  space you are in right now. It is time for the wing span to be spread fully and  proudly as you have earned the right to soar to new and different heights in  this new stage of life.</p>
<p>I want to thank you for reminding me that when my one and only son left for  college, 5 years ago, I too realized that no matter what my professional and  academic accomplishments had been, what held the most meaning for me was that I  am Josh’s Mom.</p>
<p>Enjoy the next phase of your hard earned life and don’t forget you will  always be Trever and Lauren’s Mom!</li>
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<p class="commentauthor"><a rel="external nofollow" href="http://www.mypersonalcantor.com/">Cantor Debbi Ballard</a> said,</p>
<p class="commentmeta">June 24, 2008 at <a title="Permanent link to this comment" href="#comment-465">1:40 am</a> · <a href="http://mypersonalcantor.com/blog/wp-admin/post.php?action=editcomment&amp;comment=465">Edit</a></p>
<p>Dear Debbie, Nancy, Irv, Sue, Ann, &amp; Sharyn, (And Alison &#8211; through your  shared comments tonight over a glass of wine)<br />
WOW &#8211; I’m speechless back at  ya! Thanks for your amazing comments, and incredible support of me as a friend,  and as a fellow parent raising our kids. It means so much to have the respect I  do from each of you &#8211; and you have it back tenfold from me.</p>
<p>I have solicited advice from all of you at one time or another &#8211; and you have  all helped me through this incredible experience, so I can never take full  credit. I’m thankful for you all as amazing friends, and wish you so many well  deserved blessings with your children.</p>
<p>Thanks for helping me count my blessings along the way!<br />
I’ll talk to you  all &#8211; when I’m officially an “empty nester”!<br />
GAINESVILLE BOUND TOMORROW!</li>
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