Chapter 2.33

I am not a fan of change.  I never have been.  This is probably why the girls’ birthday was so difficult for me.

I have sometimes thought of running away from this life — being the catalyst of change instead of suffering through it.

As much as I love my family with each new baby, each passing birthday I have felt myself more and more panicked by my changing world.  Unfortunately, there is no stopping it and I must endure for the sake of those depending on me.

The girls’ of course were thrilled about the idea of being adults and having the chance to make it on their own.  This is the true test on the parents.  If we failed them, they will suffer for it now.

Penny, however, felt she was suffering for a different reason.

“Mom, ahem, there aren’t a lot of things on that table…”

“Oh, le sigh, did you expect to get something awesome for your birthday?  We did buy you and your sister a car when you turned 16.  Did you expect that for 18, too?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Well, dear daughter, maybe if you were less greedy in the future you would get better gifts.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.  I am such a little shit.”

“Yes, yes you are.  And not very observant.  Perhaps if you checked the back porch…”

I didn’t even have a chance to finish my sentence before Penny was in her coat and out the door.

So much for less greedy…

We did spoil them a bit and this birthday was no different.  We stretched it so thin I was unsure how we would make it the next payday.

I would never tell the girls I sold my $8,000 camera and Garrett sold his $3,000 video game system to make this happen.

Before long Mom, Oliver, Lanya, and Colleen showed up with the birthday cakes.  There was no turning back now…not that I had any choice.  If only I had the power to stop time.

My darling Penny went first.  This was it.

In only a few seconds we would no longer be a family with four children living at home.  We would be a family with 18-year-old young adults.

The enormity of it all hit me in that moment.  The girls are leaving the nest.  Adam’s birthday is next week.  He will be a child.  Lucy’s birthday in two.  A toddler.  My own next month.  Over the hill.

Wasn’t I just planning my wedding?

I didn’t have much time to reflect.  Suddenly, my beautiful, intelligent, young adult daughter was standing in front of my eyes.

Not to be out done Olivia ran up to her cake and in a sparkling second

She turned into the sassy, girly, artistic woman I always knew she would become.

And my little sister put aside her differences with Penny to celebrate her own birthday.

Her intelligence and athletic ability rivals my own.  Maybe one day I will watch her play on the Olympic team.  Maybe she’ll become the astronaut I never got to be.

I felt a harsh sense of failure just then.  My sister had grown up without me.  My littlest sister, Holly, was doing the same thing.  Did she even know who I was?  I would make more of an effort to be involved in their lives.

My brother brought his dog, Roux, to the party.  Roux was also getting older and my brother wanted to be as involved with the little guy as he could.  So…we let Roux have some cake too.

Later that evening the girls ran off to party with their friends.  While I was cleaning up I noticed my Dad with Adam.

Again the guilt hit me.  It must be the old age hormones coming on but I felt awful for not seeing my Dad as much.  My parents needed to also be a bigger part of my life and my children’s lives.

With the rest of feelings I felt the desperate need to hug my baby.  I was not the only one.

I walked into the room and was paralyzed by the look on my mother’s face.  The anguish, the pain, the loneliness.

One day, she would see Lucy go before herself.

I learned more in one night than I had learned in my entire life.

My mother is stronger than I ever thought possible.
My father is my hero.
My husband is truly my better half.
My daughters will be ok in the world.

And I…well, I guess I will survive this change after all.

Thank You!

Dear Readers,

Chapter 72 marked the 100th post here on Eternally Yours.   As I prepare to finish out Mollie’s part in this saga and move on the the next generation I am filled with many emotions.  Gratitude for you, my readers, is at the top of my list.

This has been a very important project to me over the past year.  My personal blog, which  has been around since 2010, has fewer posts than this legacy.  Writing this story has sparked a creativity that was snuffed out years ago.  I just needed a boost to get the juices flowing again and now here we are nearly 80 chapters later.

My readers have stood by me through thick and thin.  You’ve dealt with my disappearances, my whining, my writer’s block.  You’ve helped me stand again after my surgeries, the death of my grandmother, and changing colleges and majors.  You’ve listened, you’ve cheered, and you’ve mourned with me.

Most of all you’ve been my friends.  For that I am forever grateful.

Please join me on a walk down memory lane as I take a moment to remember the Lox family and the Hanks family.

It’s a long walk but scrolling to the bottom is worth it!  The last picture is of the young adult Penny and Olivia.  Also if you leave your Sims 3 screen name and a link to your wishlist you will be gifted an item (up to 100 simpoints) from your wishlist.

And the big reveal…

So, there you have it.  The Lox-Hanks legacy through the years.  I appreciate you sticking around for this walk of remembrance.  There will be an official birthday post in the coming days.

Remember to leave your Sims 3 screen name and a link to your wishlist in the comments and you will receive a gift from your wishlist (up to 100 simpoints).

Thank you again for all your support and friendship.  I hope you will stick around for the next generation.

Cheers,

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Chapter 2.32

The morning started like any other day.

I enjoyed another “delicious” salad in hopes of getting rid of those baby pounds and Garrett ate whatever the hell he felt like eating.  Today it was corn dogs because he doesn’t want to get any tonight.

The one thing that wasn’t normal?  Penny and Liv were having a birthday today.  Like they were going to let us forget that they would be young adults, college bound and everything.

Since the twins and Colleen shared a birthday I called my mom and we planned an impromptu triple birthday bash for the girls.  Everyone would come over to our house that evening for a mega party.

Boyfriends were not allowed since Penny and Colleen still could not settle on who gets to date Greg.  Personally, I think neither girl should have dated him since he seemed fine with dating two girls.  But what do I know…I’m only older and wiser.

After getting the party details in place it was time to hangout with the best party planning assistant a mother could ask for.  Lucy was still sleeping so Adam and I had a little time to ourselves before I had to run off to get gifts and cakes.

“Mommy…Sissies told me they wants cookies for the party.  They says I gets to try the cookies whiles you are making them.”

“Your sisters said that?

“Yeah, they saids I’m the bestest cookie eater so I had to taste all the cookies.  Yup.”

“Interesting.  Well, I guess you could have one cookie before lunch.”

I was going to have to watch out for this little nugget.  Only 3 years old and he’s already trying to pull the wool over mom’s eyes.  Little Adam is a dangerous combination of Momma’s Boy, Genius, and Adorable.

I made some other food for the party while Adam chowed down on his cookie.  It was going to be one of our biggest parties yet and I needed lots of food.  Most of which I wouldn’t eat thanks to my stinky diet.

“Mommy’s got to go get some gifts for Penny and Olivia’s birthday party.  You be good for the babysitter ok?”

“I’m the best boy ever, Mommy.  So you should brings me back somfing, too.  Ok, Mommy?”

“You’re birthday is next month, Little Man.  You can wait.”

“Well…ok.  But I might not be good then.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

We hadn’t really utilized babysitters since the twins were toddlers.  That bad experience really shook me.  Adam is so self sufficient though and he will let us know if anything is amiss with a sitter.  He also watches out for Lucy, too.  He’s my eyes and ears now.

I drove into town to check out the new art supply shop.  With Liv going to University for her art degree it seemed like the perfect place to find her some gifts.

I immediately thought I was in the wrong place when a pink luxury convertible pulled up next to my old SUV.

We had hit a money snag since the remodel and we had been living paycheck-to-paycheck.  Things were getting so bad that I was thinking about heading back into the workforce after Adam and Lucy were just a smidge older.

The gear here was seriously overpriced.  I ended up getting Liv a drafting table and some models to work from in class.  Penny was the spendy one.  She was going to medical school and her gear was outrageously priced.  We’ll be in the red for awhile but Garrett and I will make it work.  We always have.

When I got home I realized that the house was a mess.  I’ve been taking care of Adam and Lucy and well…the house wasn’t a huge priority.  Until I realized my whole family would be visiting and I had several months’ worth of laundry on the floor.

Garrett was home and he occupied the itty bits.  He really loves being a dad to little ones again.

Even Lucy was excited for the party.  I doubt she knew what was going on but she could tell there was some hub-bub about and it was going to be fun.

Garrett cleaned up the playroom while I set up the gifts and party decorations.

Adam was displeased by this.

“Hey, Big Guy…what’s the issue?”

“You are picking up my toys, Daddy.”

“Yes.  So what’s the issue?”

“I was gonna let Sissies pick a present from my toys and you put thems away!”

“Well, they can pick from your toy box.  If they are all over the floor someone might trip.  They’ll like it just the same.”

“Fine.  I’m not gonna have fun at the party though.”

I decorated the dining room with the girls old pictures.  Since I had gotten in the habit of photographing them before each birthday I had one from their toddler years, childhood, and teen years.

I proudly displayed their photos around the room in chronological order.

Finally, was the photo I took of the girls before school today.  I also had smaller copies made and framed in their favorite colors.  They could take the photos with them to university and beyond and always remember their love for each other and their mother’s love for them.

Finally the gifts were set out and everything was ready and waiting.

Now we just needed the girls to get home from school.