Wednesday, September 09, 2015

a new chapter

I'm sitting, alone, in the quiet. Yes, I've had moments like this before in the past but I'm about to have a lot more of these moments. The last 9 years of my life I have spent helping someone go potty, wiping noses, picking up, listening to tantrums, trying to find something fun to do so my children won't die of the boredom, and countless other motherly things. We have snuggled, we have swam, there were days we had donuts for lunch. And I'll still get to do all of those things - but not between 8:00 and 3:30 Monday thru Friday.

Calli won't be my cute shopping buddy, or my nightmare shopping buddy. She'll be a cute nightmare in kindergarten (and I mean that in the nicest possible way). Her life just got much more exciting and I am happy for her even though I'm also sad to let go. All I can hope is that I gave her enough skills to succeed in her new world. I forget sometimes that God did not give my kids to me, for my personal enjoyment or gain (although I get a lot out of it). God gave me to my kids. To watch out for them. To teach them. To love them unconditionally. And when it's time to leave the nest, it's not my place to hold them back or to be greedy for more time. "This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad!"

I wish I had been wiser and braver and more loving the last 9 years (particularly yesterday when Calli wouldn't put on pants) - but I think God has covered those mistakes I've made. And in that belief I rest, this morning, I will be satisfied. I will be proud of all those hours I took care of my babies in the nest. I will be thankful that I had a part in their amazing little lives. And I pray for my Calli who sits in class right now. I pray that she absolutely rocks it today.

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

last day of summer 2015

Our last day of summer was not warm enough for a pool day so we biked and ran the Banks trail. Although it was a rough first mile we made it 4 miles in total and enjoyed our traditional last-day-of-summer cake as our reward.

The passers by all heard me yelling - "Calli stop going so FAST!!" and "DO NOT push her again Dad!" I may have looked like the bad guy to some, but this is, in fact, the only way we can get Calli the slug to move at all. She knows I'm kidding and every time she hears it her little legs speed up and she giggles in just the cutest way.  ZOOM, off she goes, and Tim and I can jog in peace for another 5 minutes behind the kids. She may be a stubborn mule - but she's MY stubborn mule.