It's going to be a fun summer!
Medley Number 4 had his birthday in April and we're just now getting around to throwing him a party! Last day of school, early out, and a trip to 4Golf with a few buddies. They played golf and tag and … then we went for ice cream. Those boys are fabulous.
It's going to be a fun summer!
It's the last day of the 2020-2021 school year. If I had even an idea of what the year would hold, I would have taken more naps.
When the year started, I had a plan. I had signs printed, breakfast meals planned... I knew it was going to be tough, but I was ready. Or so I thought.
The Bible says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8 and all year, I went back to God's word over and over. I clung to Job 42:2 and the promise that, the Lord can do all things, and that no purpose of His can be thwarted. In the chaos of the year and as a parent who fails daily, It was a comfort to know that the Lords plans will be accomplished - regardless.
These kids, and their mother, had no idea what awaited us throughout this year.
From sports to band, strep throat to COVID, good choices and bad... having long haul COVID symptoms, Clayton's senior year being cut short, finding precancerous polyps that the doctor said saved his life. Read More about his journey New drivers, first jobs, canceled plans and short vacations - what a year it's been. Elated. Exhausted.
I texted and asked them to send me last day photos. No cute signs. No poses. I wasn't prepared at all. They took their own photo once they got to school. But we survived the year - literally lived through it.
Our kids have all played ball and when they have a poor at bat or a swing and a miss situation, we tell them, "Next Pitch" There isn't a thing we can do about what's already happened. We can get focused and get ready for what's coming next. The game's not over. We also tell them that we win or we learn.
This year we learned a lot. We made it through together. Screeching to the finish line. Crawling. Disheveled. A little bloodied, but wiser and ready for the next battle.... I pray.
When I was pregnant with Clayton I read a book that encourage parents to allow others to give their kids nicknames. They said more names, more love. Those nicknames represented connections and relationships that will enhance your child's life experiences.
Friends, coaches, and others have given Clay some names - Mr. Chisum, C-note, Clay Dogg, and others...
When others show favor to your kids, it gets your attention. It makes you proud.
Clay got his first graduation gift. It was from neighbors we had not even sent an announcement to. They just loved my kid.
I appreciated that so much. I was overwhelmed. It hit me big.
Our first and last band concert for #4. We heard the same beginning band songs we've heard for a few years with other kids in band. We laughed and reminisced about concerts in years past and enjoyed the last one with the last one.
Weathermen talked about the possibility of severe weather all day long. There was a tense feeling in the air, but nothing happened all day. We finished up the concert for 6th grade, cleared out of the auditorium to make room for the 7th grade parents, and went home to cook dinner. Then the sirens started blaring.
We went to the cellar and waited. It didn't take long until we were in the clear, but the images from the storm were unbelievable.
Really, I never thought that I'd say, "... table for 6, please." going to dinner with my family. I had plans to be a professor and travel the world. I moved from Missouri to West Texas for graduate school and was just passing through, when I met a man that captivated my heart and held my hand.