Funny Kid Moments

P: Mom today was kid vote day at school and we got to pick between president Obama and some white guy.

Me:(busts out laughing) What did you just say?

P: We got to vote on who we wanted?!?

Me: No who did you vote between?

P: Barack Obama and some white guy. His name starts with an "R".

M:(after a minute of unstoppable laughter) Who did you vote for?

P: Obama of course!

Me: High five son! Good choice!

Our Yesterday

This Life Is Mine

Sunset at football practice.

 

I have a lot of things hanging heavy on my mind but the only thing i can get out right now is that i am so abundantly blessed.

I think that is something we over look a lot in day to day life. We bitch, moan, and groan about how things are hard, stessful, and not going our way and we forget to just be thankful for the things that are good.

Today i am thankful that i have 3 beautiful, happy, well adjusted, healthy kids. I have a faithful, loving, kind hearted husband to whom i have been married for almost 8 years. I live in a beautiful city where there are a multitude of things to do (for free). I am once again within a short drive of my best friend (with whom i have a date tonight).

This life may not be perfect but it is mine and it is blessed.

...

I dont really know what to say here. I dont want to be a debby downer but right now i just dont have a lot of positive stuff to say.

Im homesick. When we planned this move i never though i would miss "home" so bad. I never thought i would miss my friends and family so bad. I guess you never know until you do it and then....well you just find out.

Something that has come out of this that i never expected is that i have learned how much i truly am thankful for my MIL.

When i first got married to my husband i never really thought of his family as my family. Even after almost 8 years of marriage if you would have ask me before we moved i would have told you i loved his family but didnt really know where i fit in with them.

Now...i know where i was and where i fit in. His mother is my mother. His family is my family. As someone who lost her mother at a young age i couldnt have ask for a better family to marry into.

I miss my MIL terribly. And not just because i have no one to watch my kids but because it took me moving 500 miles away to realize how much we are loved and wanted. I feel guilty because i feel like i ripped my kids away from the only grandmother they knew and i feel like in a way i ripped myself away from the only mother i have know since my mother passed away.

Sometimes i just want to pack all of our things and go "home". I want to run as fast as i can back to the place i feel most comfortable. But my reasons for moving my family here are still the same.

I still feel there is a better life for us here. More opportunities. More chances to better live the life that we have dreamed of.

I just have to get past this hurdle of homesickness. I have to get out and find my place in this new city. I have to reach out and grab hold of the new life we have ventured into.

If you could please, send some prayers my way. Pray for God to lighten my load, brighten my outlook, and aid in my strength.

I Haven't Had Time

Or maybe i just haven't taken the time to notice. My babies are growing. Too old, too big, too fast!

Someone posted this poem on facebook the other day:

Hand Print On The Wall

One day as i was picking

the toys up off the floor,

I noticed a small hand print

on the wall beside the door.

I knew that it was something

that i'd seen most everyday,

but this time when i saw it there

I wanted it to stay.

Then tears welled up inside my eyes

as i knew the print wouldn't last,

I saw that in the days ahead

my children would grow up too fast.

Just then i put the chores aside

and held my children tight,

I sang to them sweet lulabies

and rocked them through the night.

Sometimes we take for granted

all those things that seem so small.

Like one of God's great treasures...

A small handprint on the wall.

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It made me bawl. But more importantly it made me take a moment a really think about my boy. They arent so little anymore.

On Wednesday Phabian will start 2nd grade and MJ will enter 1st. Next fall Sione will begin Head Start. They are 7, 6, and 2 3/4. They are all potty trained. They can all walk and talk in full sentences. They can dress themselves and pick out their own clothes.

Phabian is capable (and willing) to fix himself and his brothers PB&Js for lunch. MJ reads to Sione. Sione, well, he is just a mess (but a cute one).

Sometimes i just wonder where all the time is goin and why its going so fast. I have a million pictures to show that these boys were once little babies in my arms. I use to be able to fit all 3 of them in my lap at the same time. Now...well now i can barley fit Phabian in my lap at all.

I just want to slow them down. Tell them to not grow so fast. That being an adult isnt all its cracked up to be. But most importantly...

I need more time. I need ever second. To instill in them responsibility, compassion, empathy, respect, love, morals, patients, values, and all the other things that moms are suppose to teach their kids.

We are only given such a short time to teach them so much. It isnt long enough. I need longer. I want longer. But short fleeting time is what i have. And as my Mama always taught me to do I am making the best of it. One day at a time. One lesson following another.

I just feel like im going to blink and they will be gone, out into the world where i can no longer shelter them from the harsh truths of adulthood.