Thursday, April 9, 2015

St. Patrick's Day "Blues"

Be it known that though my last name is McCafferty, I am a St. Patrick day grouch!

In my defense, I am not really Irish.  I inherited my name upon marriage.  I am Scottish and we don't get along with the Irish.

When I was little, St. Patrick's Day meant wear green or you might get pinched.  It is so much more involved now.

Eric built an elaborate leprechaun trap, hoping to nab the prankster. It didn't work!  He is so sneaky.

Our leprechaun must come and visit; or they wonder why their friends' leprechauns are so much better than our leprechaun.

The McCafferty's leprechaun is dutiful.  He turns the toilet water and milk green.  He leaves goodie bags for each child.  He tries not to disappoint.

St. Patrick's Day gives me a case of the blues!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Dear June

Dear Aunt June was completely overcome with emotion when the room burst into the "Happy Birthday" chorus.  She turned ninety, no small feat.

It was a night of celebration!  June has lost her parents and siblings.  June is the only remaining one.  We hold tight to her.  She reminds the rest of us of what we have lost:  mother, father, grandma, grandpa, husband.  How we love  June!

June is in a situation she never believed possible.  She has outlived all her younger brothers and sisters.  It weighs heavy on her mind.  Every time I see June, she pulls me close and whispers, "I miss my baby sister."  My mom is her baby sister.

This night was for June. Ninety balloons filled the room, one balloon for every glorious year of June's life.

The room was overflowing with June's posterity: children, grandchild, great grandchildren, sister-in-law, nieces, nephews, grand nieces and grand nephews.  We were all there for this one woman.

June's body may be frail, but her spirit is strong. She is a gift!  We love you June!

Friday, April 3, 2015


Eric had his birthday party at Classic Skating. It was three, chaotic hours of sweaty fun....for the kids!  I was stressed just trying to keep track of everyone.

Eric is blessed to have good friends.  He wanted to invite a few friends from "school," kids he knows because they were in the same class throughout his previous school years.

I was touched by the responses from two of these boys when I helped Eric deliver his birthday invites.

I watched from the van as Eric walked up to the first house.  I saw the door open and Eric's friend walked out.  He gave Eric a big hug.  I smiled!

At the second home, Eric's friend was out front on his bike.  I took a few minutes to talk with his mom.  This boy asked more than once, "When is Eric coming back to school?"

My heart was warmed by the kindness of these boys.  They miss their friend.  I hoped Eric could see how he was valued by other people.  I made a point of remarking about these boys' actions to Eric.  I wanted him to understand his worth, something my ten-year-old struggles with on a regular basis.

I am grateful to parents who teach their children love and kindness for others.  I tried to keep this feeling in my heart as I endured three hours at Classic with ten energetic boys.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Eric is Double Digits

Every year my children defy me.  I tell them not to get any older, but they do what they want.  They keep growing up; and I realize how inappropriate my blog name has become.  They are no longer Little Tots.

Eric turned ten in March.  He was thrilled for his birthday.  It was like Christmas.  He woke at the crack of dawn to open presents.

Ten things about Eric:

  • Sensitive
  • Infiniti 2.0
  • Avengers
  • Handsome
  • Cool
  • Quotes Commercials (One Day I will tape him and put it on the blog.)
  • Lucky Pennyshot (Look him up on YouTube.  Eric is obsessed with him.)
  • Wrestling with Dad
  • Big, Hazel Eyes
  • My Movie Buddy
I love you forever and ever, even if you get upset when I cry over the Breaking Dawn song.  If you are curious about that, ask me.  I cry every single time I hear this song....and Eric hates it!

Wednesday, April 1, 2015


There are a few lucky people who adapt to change in an energetic, positive way.  They accept and adjust.  They move forward.

I don't have this gift.  I struggle.  I talk myself out out opportunities.  I fear failure!  I fear giving it my all with no visible sign of improvement.  It scares me so much.  I become paralyzed.  I opt out of what ever experience I am contemplating.

I have passed this fear of change to my son.

Recently I went from blonde to brunette.  The day I came home with a new hair color, Eric stared at me with wide eyes.  Throughout the afternoon, I caught Eric looking at me, or rather looking at the top of my head.

Eric has a very sensitive soul.  He was clearly upset by the change.  When Eric finally cracked, he pleaded with me, "I want you blonde!  That's how I remember you!"  His eyes brimmed with tears.

Eric's sincere sadness caused me to feel guilt.  "Please Mom can you go back today and fix it?"

I gave Eric a hug and promised him it would be better tomorrow.

I have thought a lot about Eric's reaction. I need to set a better example for him,for Suze and for Sydney.

Change is not always bad!  Change can be exciting and wonderful!  Change can be for the better!  I can embrace change because change is growth.

Side Note:  Eric still asks me when I am going back to blonde?

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Goodbye Uncle Jess

Last month my extended family said goodbye to my mom's older brother, Jess.

I imagine the reunion on the other side was glorious!  Mother, father, sisters and brothers embracing their son and brother after a long separation.

I  see Mom giving her big brother a hug, "welcoming him home."  Dad would be one of the first to give Jess a heartfelt handshake, followed by a broad grin.

I am sorry for my cousins' loss, but rejoice that Uncle Jess is no longer weak, sick or in pain.  He is happy and healthy, in the prime of his life.

How I love these people!  I mourn each passing as they slip from this existence.  I especially miss Dad.  I tear up looking at this picture.  His absence is sorely noticed.

This is the headstone of the two people who started it all!

Grandma and Grandpa's daughter, Aunt Myra.  She left this world way too soon.

Isn't this a beautiful picture?  They are all gone, with the exception of one.  (Mom is the cute red head.)  They are mostly all together.  Once again, Grandma has her children surrounding her.

"Grandma, we are a bit selfish in this earthly realm.  We want to keep June a bit longer. We know she is loved and her arrival is anticipated with great fervor, but we are not ready to say goodbye to another.  Thank you for understanding.  Love, Your Grandchildren." 

Monday, March 30, 2015


I haven't written for weeks.  I am overwhelmed!  I home school Eric.  Suze and Sydney come home from school, sometimes before Eric and I finish our school day.  I do homework with the girls.  It's time for dinner; and then we get ready for bed.

I lose myself in the minutia that whirls around me.  Step inside my house and my disorganization will slap you in the face.

My blog has nagged at me, but sitting down to write is one more thing to do.  Three family members asked me why I have not posted for so long?  They actually look forward to my blog.

I have dozens of pictures and stories to share.  They have sat idle in my computer and cameras, collecting dust.

I spent Sunday pondering and writing; downloading and copying.

Jordan, Julie and Charity, these posts are for you!  I hope you enjoy them!  Come back tomorrow to see what I put together.  Love you all!