Back to School.. golly it brings me a mix of feelings. Happy to be getting the routine back, sad, to be saying good bye to latenight movies and den parties. Excited for my kiddos and the new adventures ahead; new friends, new teachers, new everything. Mourning, the time past... every second is too short with little ones. I want to slow the clock so bad. Nonetheless... Life is good. Life is great.
I have decided you have to choose to love each phase of life your in or our you'll always being looking past the mark and never be completely satisfied. I am so happy where we are in life. This is the time of our life that one day, I know we'll look back and say.. "remember when we had 3 in middle school, one in elementary school, one in preschool and one at home...? Ah that was the life. so FUN! crazy but fun"
It is all the simple things I cherish right now. The sweet 1st grade drawings and monkey-bar smelling hands. I love the clanking sound their backpacks make against the door just before it opens. I love the few minutes between football and homework that I get to hold them, squeeze them and look into their bright eyes and there ignites that magical spark that says, "you are mine forever. I will love you forever". I love as I walk out of the kitchen at night, rubbing my tired eyes, headed to bed and see at the door, a pile of kids shoes and know, they all belong to me. That's awesome. I love pretty much everything about being a mother. Yea, it is messy and hard some days and that's OK because I can do hard things. I do hard things. We(mothers) all do.
And it is worth it!
I read this post today of a friend I admire a great deal. I loved what she said. I can identify with much of what she says, always. I love her. Read
here if you have the time. So precious.
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Angel Daughter - 1st grade :) |
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1st grade with Mrs. Lee |
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6th grader |
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6th grader |
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8th grader |
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Burger boy.. gets me all to his self.. sort of. Preschool 4 days a week and has to share me with Baby Theo Mageo. Life is good. |
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