Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The part that I find most frustrating is that when I think I am ready to take the proverbial leap off the cliff, I hear "Mom!" in that tone that drives me crazy. I always answer gruffly, "What!?" and she answers so sweetly, "I Love You."
I feel like such a heel.
Is this normal?
Do they do this on purpose or is it just because I am so impatient and so clueless as a mother?
I love her so much. I want to be a good mother so she won't grow up in therapy.
I'm am afraid that it may be too late and she is already therapy bound.
Yet, she seems so well adjusted in spite of me and so unbelievably creative. And smart... oh my heavens. How am I going to help with her homework?
Do you ever stop feeling inadequate?
And just when she gets her hair long like she wanted, she wants it cut off immediately.
I guess I should just admire her for following her passion. She is quite amazing.
But... I think I already said that because I KNOW that.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
... like Reindeer. This one happens to be named "Rudolph".
The fun part is that everyone wins the drawing.
Shhhh... don't tell the kids.
I love courthouses. There is something about them, especially in small towns. Just a certain bit of charm.
We pray that we can live here a long time and let out children call this home.
It's always good to have a hometown full of memories that you can carry into adulthood.
Friday, November 25, 2011
I have never known anyone so in love with stuffed animals. He bought this one at an estate sale. I am not one to let my kids buy old stuffed animals, but it was an elderly lady that had passed on. Her great grandchildren had made it for her at Build A Bear. He fell in love the instant he saw it and would not stop.
I finally agreed to lend him the dollar to buy it. You would have thought I had given him a million dollars. He was so proud and excited buying it.
The minute we got home he ran to his piggy bank to pay me back for the most awesome dinosaur in the world.
I am grateful for children that understand the responsibility and weight of money. A dollar is a lot of money to him and to make a deal like this, he had to be in love.
On this Thanksgiving I am grateful for my family. I have been blessed with wonderful children that test me and give me great joy.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
|I tagged a long for visit to Aunt Jane in Columbia.|
1 whole sister, 2 half sisters, 1 adopted brother/nephew and 2 step sisters.
I was asked by someone when my sisters were coming for their visit, "Which ones?".
My reply, "the ones I like".
It's funny that in a family, you can have a strained relationship with your "biological" family and the "step" one can become the one you most relate to.
I'm not saying that it started out this way with my step sisters, it was definitely a process and took a lot of time.
Mainly because I don't feel judged all the time or that there is something else motivating the visit. I just get to be with them and laugh. We do have fun together.
I love my sisters!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Well... maybe it is just that these young missionaries got old... er!
She terrified me. I'm not sure why, but she caused me to shake in my knickers.
And then the inevitable happened... she became my companion the last month of her mission. She actually extended her mission to be my companion.
You would think I would be flattered.
Not so much!
And the first week cemented my fear.
She rode a bike like a maniac. A strong, in shape maniac. Up and down the steep hills in the Dominican Republic. I wanted to scream. My body was not used to such treatment. She was undeterred to slow down.
In fact, she relished being in front of me. Because... if she was, she could clip my front tire and if it was just right, my bike would go out of control and down I would go.
And she would laugh with that laugh I grew to love Mainly because it meant she was happy. Truly happy. Something I really didn't know or feel.
She would pray that I wouldn't sleep at night until I figured out how to be happy and to know that my Heavenly Father loved me.
I would lie there exhausted, yearning for sleep and I would hear her giggling from her bed, which only added to my frustration.
How could she be so heartless, I would ask myself.
I soon learned how big her heart really was and how much she wanted me to be happy. Truly happy.
Once I learned what I needed to learn and learned to love her, I could sleep again and shortly thereafter she left.
Leaving me a better missionary.
Leaving me a with a lasting friendship.
Thanks Kara for stopping by on your way home from Utah. It totally made my day, week, and year.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
She did tell me the other night that she is not going to grow up and stay home with me forever. I wish! Well... not sure if that is my wish, but it is certainly good to hear it. One day she will be desperately wanting her own freedom. Away from us! That will hard. Somedays it seems so real that it makes me sad.
|I did these curls with a flat iron. Who knew!?|
I wonder how many moments I have missed because I said, "Just a minute!". The other night the two of them came running in to show me a dance they had learned (square dance) and were so excited. I almost sent them out because I was wrapped up in something. I am so glad I took the time to watch them. It was hilarious and heart warming at the same time.
And... I spend many moments just staring at her. I am grateful that we are blessed to have her in our home.