Mother of the Year

Today, I am grateful for my Mother, Sharon Peterson. I have written quite a few posts on my blog about my mother, as referenced (1, 2, 3, 4, 5). You might say that she is in the top ten things featured in my writing. Pretty important person you might say. Both would be pretty true. She’s kind of a big deal. There are a lot of clichés out there, “my mom is better than your mom,” or, “the best mom of ALL THE MOMS!” And while these are true about my mom, they kind of fall short.

For as long as I can remember, my mom has struggled with change. Friends have left her, moved, or passed on. Circumstances in her life have changed as well. I remember the two moments in my life when she lost her mother, and then her father. I remember the pain she felt. I remember her leaning against a wall as my sisters and I got on the floor with her and comforted her while she cried. I remember moving from our old house that we grew up in and how truly hard that was for my mom to not only leave the house, but leave the neighborhood and the people in it. I remember the moment I went to college and how hard that was for my mom to see me leave. I could go on. My mom has been dealt a lot of change. I know for a fact that she has prayed about handling change better and being more open to change. I can say that she still doesn’t like it, ha.

The past couple of years Mom has seen the last of her children move out of the house, two of her kids move out of state, and now is coming up on retirement from a profession that she does better than anyone I know. Honestly, this woman deserves one of those teacher of the year awards, or an honorary Oscar for teaching. I know that she is in a season that is different and maybe a little difficult and I want to acknowledge her. (To be clear, my younger sister Robyn still lives nearby Mom, so it’s not like all the kids are gone)

Mom, I love you. You have been such an incredible inspiration. Today, I hope you are appreciated, loved, and seen. You have taught me more than I can put into words and more than I can show. You deserve more than a day, and you deserve more than the words I string together, but it’s what I know how to do. Have a great Sunday Mom. I love you.

Your Son.

Eric

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My Profession: The Reality Behind Social Work vs. What People Think I Do.

As I sit here, killing a sinus infection, there is not much to do besides knock off some Netflix, rest, drink water, and sleep again. Needless to say, I’ve been getting some writing done and this post has been sitting around for years. I decided to finish it up.

I can spot it right away. I’m at a social gathering and I’m telling someone I’ve never met what I do for a living. I tell them I’m a social worker. “Oh..” is their response. When you’re as good at reading people as I am, you try not to laugh at how blunt their reaction comes off. “Oh..” translates into, “Right, so you take people’s kids from them. You make almost no money. You’re a male in a female dominated profession. Wait…why are you a social worker?? You could do anything??” Continue reading “My Profession: The Reality Behind Social Work vs. What People Think I Do.”

The Beginning of the Ending

This year I start the beginning to the ending of my twenties. Three years ago I wrote a piece on my thoughts entering the ending of my mid-twenties. No this won’t be a drawn-out piece on how a millennial feels old, or document my angst towards my wasted youth. No. In fact, it may be one of the shortest pieces I write on the subject matter. (Which if you’re a regular to the site, might be a relief, ha) Continue reading “The Beginning of the Ending”

How Moving my Life to New Zealand for 3 years Changed Me

I came to change New Zealand. After 3 years, New Zealand changed me. Cliche I know, but this ended up being the truth.

This post has been written over the past 18 months. My thoughts, my observations, and my feelings have obviously morphed along the way, but let’s just start at the beginning.

With 50lbs of luggage, a working knowledge of left hand driving, and one solid contact, I packed up what I owned and moved my life to New Zealand. I kissed my parents, hugged my niece, wished my siblings well, and flew. In my luggage was an optimistic, slightly naive, monstrously unrealistic idea that I was going to get a job, in my field, in the first few months. With…one…solid…contact. Yeah. Right. Continue reading “How Moving my Life to New Zealand for 3 years Changed Me”

How a 10 minute Run Changed my Life

This post comes a little late, and I wrote it a few days ago, but World Cup Cricket has taken over this nation. No apologies.

I was doing my usual workout at my gym on my day off. It had been a while and I wanted to get back into some routine. The workout went well and I went to the treadmill to do my usual 10 minute, post workout run. So, this run may not have changed my life in the way you might be expecting, but it was significant for this reason. A thought entered my head as I began running. “What if I just ran until I couldn’t run anymore? No looking at the monitor revealing my progress, just personal drive. How far could I run?”

Continue reading “How a 10 minute Run Changed my Life”