Friday, August 10, 2012
Friday is here. And along with it, probably the hottest day of the summer so far. It was 111 yesterday, and is supposed to be hotter today.
Noah and Hannah are adjusting to Kindergarten. And since I watch Noah while Erika works, I am adjusting to the new schedule too. I thought I would get all sorts of cleaning done this first week, but no sir! Not a bit! It is too hot to clean.
It has been a pretty emotional week here. The kiddos going to school. Starting in their first organized sports teams as well. They are growing up way too fast. And it is making me reflect on the times when our three children were little and doing all of these things. I don't share a lot of personal news here on my blog, but those of you who know me and have been around a while, know that we have three grown kids, and they all have their own lives. And we are blessed to have them all right here in town. And we get to be part of their every day lives. My family is close. And this is THE most important thing in my life. Family. Last week, my son told us that he is moving to Nashville on September 1st. We were shocked. And yet, we weren't. Drew is an aspiring musician. He is crazy talented. He has been trying to pursue his dream of music for a few years now. He is a music teacher, and says that while he does enjoy that, it isn't what he wants to do with his gift. I get that. I get that he feels the desire to be in a culture where there are other musicians doing what he is trying to do. Where he can find the people who can perhaps help him find his way to where he wants to be.
On the one hand, he has a lot of courage to do this. He is going with his guitar, a suitcase full of clothes, and a few hundred dollars. No job, no place to stay, no family, no girlfriend by his side. But to us, he is ill prepared for such an adventure. I think it was the great Coach Wooden who said....."Failure to Prepare, is preparing to Fail!" And yet....and yet....and yet.....he is my baby boy. He is a grown man, but he will always be my boy, my son, my heart. Just like all of our kids are. It doesn't matter that they have grown up. A parents love and desire to protect, will never change, regardless of their age. My heart has been heavy with worry, and sad, and all of those things. I have cried buckets. Yesterday, he was here, and I had to go outside I was crying so much after talking to his girlfriend. He came out to find me to say goodbye, and when he found me and could see that I had been crying, he didn't know what to do. He hugged me, and I think I spit something stupid out, like "I don't want you to go" and he just hugged me and left. I was supposed to go to a ladies luncheon/spa day yesterday, but no amount of makeup was going to make my face look presentable to go. I called my friend to apologize for not coming, and she called me later that night, at about 8 or so, and said, "hey, come over, there are only a few of us now and we are sitting by the pool, munching and having some nice Chardonnay." I decided to go, and it did me good. We talked, we laughed, we cried, we ate, we splashed in the pool, and 3 hours later when I went home, I felt so much better. So there you have it. Mama's got a sad heart. But we will send him off with our love and best wishes, and pray for his safety every minute of every day!!!!!
Ducey doesn't know what to do with me. He says, "Don't make me go outside Mom, it is 110 degrees out there, and I can't take off my coat!!!"
We have been enjoying the heck out of the Olympics!!!! Glued to it every night!!! How about those American athletes!!!! And ALL of the athletes! So inspirational! I love to hear the stories about the athletes and their families. So many great stories behind their success. My favorite event has been the beach volleyball!! Way to go Misty and Carrie! They are amazing!!! But also as exciting, were the womens' soccer and water polo! And I always love the diving!
Over and out. I'm going swimming before I have to pick Noah up.
at 2:09 PM