Granted, I'm a bit of a sap. But these photos from Chico Area YoungLife? Have me in tears. Tears of gratitude and thankfulness. I couldn't be more grateful for the love and life that these amazing leaders pour into my amazing son.
is still one of my very favorite cities to visit. I don't know that I would want to live there. Or more specifically, I know that I wouldn't be able to afford to live there. Simple enough. But to visit? Yes, please.
The kiddos and I remembered something incredibly important on this trip. We travel well together. It's easy. We are easy together. We are flexible. We are easy-going. We hang in there. We go with the flow. We enjoy - thoroughly enjoy - traveling together. Even with sister having a horrible case of strep throat. We still enjoyed our easy, fun and simple time together.
It seems so simple . . . but it is incredibly important and telling, all at the same time.
Significant points to treasure . . . (1) we were blessed to be able to spend time with (our) Steve. We miss him more than anyone should miss a Pastor/leader/friend. I cried when we drove away from our wonderful afternoon with him. (2) Dylan is pretty much the most amazing brother/son that anyone could ever hope for. He saved my bacon and watched his sick/sad/crabby sister while I worked. Mark my words . . . someday, his beloved and children will be overwhelmed by his goodness and giving nature. He rocks. (3) Halle-girl held her own. Strep or not, she hung in there. I was so proud of her. She was body-surfing and being tossed by the waves right up until the moment that she clutched her throat and croaked out that "it felt like her throat was lined with razors". (4) Time with my fam-bam is priceless and I am filled with gratitude for each and every moment.
How does this happen? Every year I think they've grown so much and yet, each subsequent year they dare to grow even more. The proof is in the pudding. Look at last year's comparison (1st and last day of 2nd grade):
I do love that last year's photos include the same lace vest and that my girl has rocked the cowgirl boots on the past two last days of school. Girlfriend has some serious #girlpower style!
And now, bring on the summer! Although I wouldn't mind slightly cooler temps for the month of June . . . I'm not looking forward to next week at all:
How in the heck did my son, my baby boy . . . just complete his junior year?
I'm 99% certain that he's wearing the same shorts on both the first and last day of school. But he takes after his Mama, so he probably has several pairs of the identical shorts . . . just saying ;-)
Other than the same shorts, nothing else remains the same. That boy has grown, changed, leaned on the Lord and become a man in the last nine months. Not always an easy transition. But he has done it all with maturity, grace, mercy, kindness and a depth of understanding that most 50-year-olds possess. How did I get so incredibly blessed to have this amazing young man as my very own child? #blessedbeyondmeasure #mamalove
** And obviously, he now has sweet, longer hair. Time will tell just how long it will get!
It does't really matter where I'm working, what grades my kiddos are in, what state of marriage I may or may not be in . . . May just sucks! It's CRAZY. It's LONG. It's NUTSO. And I'M OVER IT.
(So take that, May.)
Although, let's take the good with the CRAZY . . .
We are so blessed by amazing young ladies like Katie who are in our lives. I look back at the relationships that we have developed over the years with our Lauren, our Shannon, our Gillian and so many others and we are blessed beyond measure. Add our sweet and amazing Katie to the list <3 Blessings galore!
Prosecco and maple whiskey and tequila . . . hangover, anyone?
The kids and I had a great visit with John's dad and stepmom on Sunday. Family time is good for my soul.
Having a licensed driver to serve as my DD? Always a nice option. I enjoyed my Cocorita immensely. Now I'm determined to make the perfect one at home. Think pina colada with tequila and not quite as creamy/heavy. Yum.
And of course, because May isn't nutso enough, the third graders are doing their amazing Box City project. Halle is the owner of the art shop and Vice Mayor (you go girl!), so she's mass producing art all hours of the day and night. She is terrified of running out of product to sell and having to close up shop!
And then, just because it's May . . . why wouldn't I would jab a knife into an avocado pit to remove it . . . and miss (!!) thereby landing the knife into the base of two of my finger? 7 stitches later and I'm hunting and pecking all over the keyboard.
First and foremost, research shows that homework for elementary aged children is not helpful (at best) and detrimental in many scenarios.
Secondly, as a parent? Survey says?It really stinks. I want to enjoy my time with my kiddos after they've been in school for seven hours every day. Not work on reading response, math practice or a worksheet.
If homework was useful? In my ideal world? It would look like this:
Lastly, if required . . . . it sometimes helps to do it on the trampoline. Even though it still sucks. IMHO. Just saying' ;-)
As an aside? I have a major project due tomorrow for my leadership cohort at the college. Ask me if I've started it? Um, no. And I am chaperoning a field trip for Halle in the morning. So I either need to pull it together NOW or possibly at 4:00 a.m. #procrastinator #lifelong #notmotivated #iworkbetterunderpressure
is the best, most amazing and hardest thing that I've ever done. The hard part of it? Is seeing my children hurting and not being able to do anything about it.
Today's been a tough day. As in, walking through Target with my sunglasses on to try and disguise the fact that I was crying. Last night was tough. And Sunday was downright weepy. So basically, lots of tears.
In the midst of the tears, however, I got to spend time with my favorer people in the entire world . . . my amazing kiddos. Also my mom, her hubs and my awesome Gram. Good with the bad, peeps. Blessings among the hurt.
Even though our current path is rocky, there are many moments of absolute and utter gratitude. My children, my family that loves and supports me and my framily. And Jesus. With every breath, even when choking back the tears of loss, I am grateful.