Dumas 4

Before we are moms, we are women. Before we are women, we are girls. Before we are girls we are children. Few things have stayed constant in my life through all of these stages. My family, my faith and the desire to be a mother. I loved baby dolls as a child. I would enter a world where I was in control of those around me and they had to do what I told them. I foolishly thought that would happen when I became a mother. When I was a girl, I decided I would have 3 children. Two girls and a boy, just as my mother had. I foolishly thought that I got to decide these things when I became a mother. When I became a woman, I decided I would also have a wonderful career alongside these 3 perfect children. I foolishly thought I could do it all. As I lay here in bed recovering from a very simple surgery that had lasting effects on my ability to have more children, there is a photo in my direct line of sight. Its a black and white photo that I cherish. It is from a vacation we took before Emma was even 1 year old. We went to Colorado for a week in the summer to escape the heat of Texas, and the busyness of life. On our way home we stopped in Dumas, TX for a picture. There are not that many people who have the honor of having a last name like Dumas. It is often mispronounced, I'm sure my husband was teased terribly as a child, and I'm certain my daughters will hate it when they hit the 'tween years. But I married into this name. It came with the man I love so I like it. Just before you get to Dumas, Texas, there is a sign that reads "Dumas 4" indicating that you are just 4 miles from the thriving metropolis of Dumas, Texas (population 13,747, a quarter the size of the college I went to). I made my husband and my two daughters (and even my cousin Caitlin who came with us on this trip) get out and take a picture with this sign. At the last second, as the baby was crying and the toddler was whining, I just looked up and snapped one last photo of this sign. I eventually had a black and white made of it and I've always loved it but the "4" part of "Dumas 4" never meant much to me. I always planned that our family would be a family of 5 eventually. Today though, it reminds me that when I snapped that photo, on the side of the highway, in 100 degree heat, God knew I would need a sign. Dumas 4. It is, and always was, His plan for my life. I'm thankful for my sign. I needed a sign. I'd like to have that sign. I wonder what the fine is for stealing a sign that reads "Dumas 4." It might be worth it.

Friday, July 27, 2018

New Dumas4

Two years ago, Dumas4 changed.  The patriarch of our family decided he wanted out of our marriage.  For reasons I will never fully understand, he moved out and he later divorced me.  It hasn’t been easy for me or the girls but we are ok.  The four of us have been on a roller coaster I would not wish on anyone but now two years later, we are in a pretty good place.  John lives nearby and the girls see him often. Time has moved on through the heartbreak even though I didn’t believe it would.  I’ve felt sadness and anger and now I’m beginning to feel acceptance.  I wish it had never happened but you can’t turn back time.  It’s like a bell, and I can’t unring it.  We don’t look like the same Dumas4 we once were but that’s ok.  People change, children grow up, marriages end.  We are still the Dumas4.  We will always be connected.  We will always be family.  Brooke and Emma will always be our daughters. Dumas4 will always share a strong love for each other.  I’m forever grateful for this family we have even though it doesn’t look like I always believed it would.


If you are reading this blog, you most likely know me.  This information is not new to you but perhaps my feelings about it are new.  The end of my marriage broke my heart into a thousand pieces but one by one those pieces are finding their way back together.  Life is messy and complicated and hard.  I’m not great at it.  I’m struggling and make mistakes constantly but I’ll keeping trying.  


Monday, February 9, 2015

I competitive cheer a sport? I don't know and I don't care.


Is competitive cheer a sport?  I don’t know and I don’t care.  It’s teaching my child life lessons and that is more important to me than a label.  

1.  Work hard 

She practices . . . a lot.  She practices with her team for 2-2.5 hours twice a week with extra practices added when needed.  She takes an additional tumbling or jumps class for one hour each week.  She meets with her stunt group at least once a week for extra practice without a coach.   So in a given week, she puts in 6-8 hours of practice at the gym in addition to the hours she spends at home stretching and conditioning.  She’s learning that if she really cares about something, she needs to work hard to make that happen.  College is hard work, a career is hard work, parenting is hard work. She has a lot of work coming her way.  

1.  Be responsible

Her coach told her from the beginning that this entire experience would be her responsibility.  She needed to be on time and prepared.  It’s her job, not her mom’s to have her uniform, shoes, bow and workout wear clean and ready.  She should do her homework and household chores before practice.  To this day, I’ve never had to drag her to practice or nag her to be on time.  She’s never been late to school either.  She’s learning how to balance school, family, friends and cheer.

3.  Learn to win and loose well

When she played soccer at 5 years old, everyone got a trophy at the end of the season.  In fact, her first year they didn’t even keep score.  She has won some big competitions with her team but she has also lost.  Each win is amazing and each loss is heartbreaking but I want her to know how to do both.  She will not always “win” the job she wants.  She will encounter many “losses” in life.  I want her to learn how to loose well because that says more about a person than winning.

4.  Its not all about you

She makes sacrifices for the team.  She has missed family events like weddings and holidays.  She gives up parties with friends for practice.  She schedules dates with her boyfriend to end early so she gets enough sleep before a competition.  When they are stunting, she’s a backspot.  You cannot see her when the amazing things are happening in the routine, but they are impossible without her.  She also has coaches that go above and beyond to help her.  They believe in her and are willing to work hard right next to her and she has learned to value their time.  Don't waste their time if you don't want to work just as hard as they do.

5.  Take care of your body

I don’t know if cheer is a sport but my daughter is an athlete.  She performs highly technical and difficult routines for judges with her team.  She does situps and pushups and these awful things called burpees.  She works on balance and flexibility daily.  She stretches her muscles and lifts weights. She has six pack abs and biceps that the boys at school are jealous of.  Her thigh and calf muscles make it difficult to shop for jeans.  I make her go to Costco with me so I have someone to carry the giant bags of dog food that are too heavy for me to lift into the car.  Her strong fit body also looks great in a homecoming dress!

Is cheerleading a sport?  I don’t know and I don’t care.  It’s been a very positive, rewarding experience for my daughter and I’m thankful we found it. 

Monday, September 29, 2014

Grow up!

While I don't want to rush my girls to grow up too fast, I am really looking forward to an end to girl drama.  I want them to find (AND BE) friends that just love you and enjoy your company.  Stop competing and start encouraging.  Stop being jealous and start celebrating.  Stop snubbing each other and start speaking to each other.  Stop being fake friends and start being real.  If someone hurts your feelings, tell them.  If you hurt someone, apologize.  People are flawed and friendship is not always easy but its worth it.  One day something awful will happen in your life and you will need a friend.  You will need someone to answer the phone when you call and drop everything they are doing to be by your side.  Be that friend and seek out that kind of person to be your friend.  Don't be hateful to those that create drama, but don't engage with her.  You have no idea why she needs that attention and its not your place to judge.  At various times,  my girls have been on both sides of the spectrum.  I've had moms call me to report my girl causing drama, and I've seen my girls sad because they were the topic of the latest gossip.  It's sad to me that the phase of life that allows you to spend hours and hours with friends, is also the phase of life when girls fill that time with drama.  When you grow up and you have a family, a job, responsibilities, you will yearn for those hours with friends.  And when you finally carve away a few hours to spend with your BFF, I promise you won't waste it with gossip and drama.  So please don't grow up too fast, but maybe mature a little quicker.


Saturday, August 23, 2008

Bullies and braids and bras . . . oh my!

I start my day with Brooke asking for the 100th time if she can have a bra. She’s 8. Why does an 8 year old need a bra? She doesn’t. She is bombarded, however, by the message that she does. When we go to stores that sell clothing for girls her age, they have bras. Her favorite TV stars are photographed with their bra straps showing. So she thinks she needs one. I put her off again. “We’ll see.”

So we head out to a fun day camp for the girls! They love this camp because they get to jump and play. I love it because they come home exhausted and go to bed easily. But today, when I go to pick them up, they are not loving it. Brooke is crying and Emma is consoling her. A little bully has ruined their summer day. I’m so mad I can’t see straight. This little girl was mean to my daughters, taught them words that I don’t even use, and even showed them attitude I was hoping they would not see until they were at least 13.

After a long day we settle in for a little bit of family time. Emma decides today is the day she would like to learn to braid. Fabulous. I am fresh out of patience and she is a little young for the task. This should go well. After a bit of frustrating practice on her doll, we switch to thread. Still a challenge. Then, eureka. The light bulb goes off and she begins to braid. I give her back the doll and she puts little braids all over that doll. She completely got it. She learned something new today in just an hour. I’m so proud.

Bullies, braids and bras. 3 more things nobody EVER told me to prepare for before we decided to have babies. I’m adding them to my list. It’s a long list.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 32. Yes you read that right, 32. I know what you are thinking, she looks too young to be 32 but its true. I was born on May 21, 1976. I am a proud bicentennial baby. I had a wonderful day thanks to my wonderful family. Mom and Leslie took me out to lunch and we played hookie from work (one of the benefits of owning the place!) We went shoe shopping all afternoon We picked up the girls from school then just kept shopping! For dinner, we met up with Dad, John, Craig and Carrie at La Hacienda for margaritas and yummy Mexican food. John even ran out after we were home from dinner to get me a cake. He made sure to have 3 candles on one side and 2 on the other because, as I said, I am 32 now. I'm happy to be 32. Everything I wanted as a kid, you had to be 30 something to have. Kids, a great husband, nice house etc. So to me, its like I have arrived! I'm finally the age I have felt for a long time. I think I was always in my thirties even when I was in my twenties. So Happy Birthday to me!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The flu

I’m home sick today; it seems I have the flu.

I got it from my daughter, I hope I don’t give it to you.

My body hurts and my head aches,

I wish I had chicken soup like my mom makes.

I’m hot and I’m cold with fever and chills

I hope to get better soon, I’m taking my pills.

Three o’clock is the time I fear

For that is the time my children will be here.

They will fight and bicker and make a big mess

But I will lay in bed ignoring them and rest nonetheless.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

COOL MOM YET?

So I took my girls and their friends to see the Hannah Montana Concert Movie in 3D. I’m hoping that makes me a “cool” mom because nothing else I’ve tried has worked. I was hoping for more of Billy Ray singing to me but I had to settle for young Miley Cirus wearing clothes that I really think she stole from my middle school closet. It was really fun. The girls sang and laughed and I enjoyed popcorn with my friend who is also in the running for coolest mom ever (I’m pretty sure we’re tied.) The entire time, I just kept thinking, “please stay a good girl Miley.” My girls look at her like she is the most amazing thing in the world. I remember that feeling. I loved Tiffany. Then Tiffany grew up and did some not-so-nice things. It seems like, all the icons my daughters adore are failing them. I can’t believe I used to sing Britney Spears songs to Brooke when she was a baby. Now I just pray she doesn’t catch a picture of her while we are at the grocery store check out line. I try to think of who would make a good role model for my daughters? Who can help them see their own beauty? Then it dawns on me. Me. I am the one that God has given to them to show them how to be a woman of character. Not Miley Cirus, not Ashley Tisdale, certainly not Britney Spears. Its me. It is up to me to teach them to be confident yet humble. Beautiful yet modest. That’s a lot of pressure for someone who is still trying to figure those things out myself. I hope they look at me and think I’m the most amazing thing ever. I hope I don’t let them down.