Already lagging behind...

Ok. I know. I said I was going to keep up my end of the bargain and I've already fallen off the wagon. But, I'm back on, I swear...maybe there's some sort of Bloggers Anonymous that I can go to for some accountability...but, I digress.

I thought one of the first things I should do was to explain the title for my blog which comes from a great song by one of my very favorite singer/songwriters--Bob Dylan.

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of change shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young

I chose this title because I think it's a pretty comprehensive view of what I think life is all about. I certainly fall short at times, but this is what I try to live and what I hope to give to Wardie as he grows older. I'm sure we'll have our share of trials and tribulations with him, but if we can instill these basic values, I think he'll turn out ok:)

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In waiting

I can wait. I'm really good at waiting. For example, each year that my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts, we manage to wait until around December 15th (give or take) to exchange gifts. And every morning, I wait until the last possible second to roll out of bed when I have to be up. And I've waited to get in a decent, consistent workout routine for years . Bad examples? Fine. I can't wait. I'm notoriously bad at being patient and letting moments 'be' without thinking about what's coming next or what I should be doing. Sit and watch tv? Sure, while I sew or copy recipes or plan a grocery list. Enjoy breakfast? Sure, after emptying the dishwasher, scrubbing the highchair and wiping down the counters. A nice road trip? Sure, I'll pack my books, magazines, 7000 piece puzzle (ok, maybe not). But, you get the point. Anyway, waiting is not something I'm good at, and this Advent season, I've finally gotten the message that h

Real Heartache

The first cut is the deepest. Isn't that how the song goes? I saw it tonight, and it shocked me into a new mama reality. Ward and I were talking about his school and how his friend, Gabrielle, is moving away next week--her dad got a new position in Alabama and they will be leaving right away. And even though he knew it was coming, he was suddenly overly concerned. "But we can go see her, right?" (Well, honey, I doubt we'll go to Alabama, but if we do, I promise we will see if we can get together with her). "But we can fly there, right mom? It's not that far!" (Well, dear, I know it sounds easy, but it isn't that simple. We have no reason to go to Alabama and mommy and daddy both have to work and we can't just pay for plane tickets to go on a vacation." "But why can't we build a house in Alabama right by hers!? It's warm there and I like to be warm!" (Well, sweetheart, we live here and we love t

letting go

I just didn't think it would be this hard. I thought I'd have years to prepare for these moments...graduations, going to college, moving away, getting married. I never realized these sorts of moments would come so quickly. I was watching Wardie at the playground recently and he was trying to talk and play with some bigger kids. The kids were totally ignoring him. They weren't being mean, they just had their own agendas, their own plans. And he wasn't in them. And my mama heart hurt for him. I mean, come ON!? Why weren't those kids noticing him? He was just trying to play! And, why didn't they think he was the cutest child on the planet? And, didn't their parents teach them manners and how to be kind to younger and smaller kids!? I mean, look at this face... How could someone not want to hang out with that kid!? But, I resisted the temptation to jump in and reassure him. And, after trying again and getting the same response from the bigg

Swinging on Birches

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