The end of Preschool

Well, May 28th was the last day our family would have a child in WEE School. I cannot begin to put into words how much this school has meant to both our boys, and our family in general. To have a place that you can leave your children and not worry at all is truly a blessing. But the best part is how much they learned while they were there. Not just academics, but the love of Jesus was felt by our boys in every classroom they were in - you can't ask for anything more than that. Jason's TK graduation was in May and it was beautiful.

They sang songs, got awards of the fruit of the spirit (Jason got the fruit of the spirit award for peace...go figure! I have always said he is different at school than he is at home and this proves it!) and recited all the books of the bible - Old and New testament - in order - amazing! Jason went all year with only getting his card turned to yellow - not red - one time.  He also claims he got caught in the fray of other boys talking which is why he got his card flipped.  Too funny!  It was his goal every day to stay on green - and he did.  He also wanted to finish strong so the last full week of school he had 6 gold stars - which meant he got 7 things from the prize box.  He was pretty proud of himself.

We are proud of our little man and can't believe he's going to be in Kindergarten in the fall. He definitely is ready!

A night with The Oak Ridge Boys

In the midst of the craziness of moving, end of school, baseball, etc. we took time out to see one of our favorite bands - The Oak Ridge Boys. These guys have been a favorite of Rick's since before high school. We actually used to have little arguments over them - as I was a HUGE Alabama fan in high school. Alabama would always be up against the ORB at awards ceremonies and Alabama would usually win. "A conspiracy" Rick would always say. But over the years I have become an even bigger fan of the Oak Ridge Boys. We've had the pleasure of meeting these guys several times and they are truly genuine and caring. Once we saw they were finally coming to Charlotte, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to see them in concert. They were playing at the Blumenthal - which is a great place to see a concert. We all went to the Capitol Grill downtown and had a great meal.

Our server loved Jason's picture so much, she asked if it could be the first picture they hung in the kitchen. She took him back there and showed him where it was hanging - he loved it! The concert was great, and brought back a lot of great memories for Rick and I. It was so fun to watch our boys sing along to the songs we listened to for years. It was a truly memorable evening!

My baby is 10!

It's been a crazy couple of weeks around here - end of school, moving, and David's 10th birthday. I can't believe he is 10 years old! We are so blessed to have a son like David. We prayed so hard for this child and were so thankful when we found out we were pregnant. He truly is a blessing to our family. His sweet spirit, thankful heart and caring nature make him such an exceptional child. He is the perfect older brother to Jason. He has a lot more patience with him than I do most days! I love being his mom. He is a joy to watch with his friends, at school, playing sports...whatever he is doing. Sometimes when I see him sleeping, he still has the little face that I remember as an infant. David, you are a blessing to our family and we thank God every day he made you our son. We love you!

Amazed

There are days when my kids totally blow me away by what they do - sometimes good, sometimes bad! Mostly good though. One example is David and baseball. He has always loved to play baseball, and at the end of last season, he told the coach he wanted to try pitching. Well, the season ended before he got a chance, so this season he told the coach on day one he wanted to try. I'll be honest, last season I was apprehensive about letting him try. Pitching is a lot of work, and a lot of stress. At this age, games are won and lost (by a lot of runs) based on a pitchers ability or inability. We've watched sweet little boys cry at the end of the game because they couldn't get the ball over the plate. But after his throwing ability showed up during flag football, I was no longer apprehensive about letting him do it. The second game in, the coach asked the pitching coach if David was ready and he said yes. David has pitched no less than 2 innings (out of 5) for every game since. Coach told him his first game was the best start for a first time pitcher he's ever seen. I am so proud of him, not just in his ability to play, but how calm he is on the mound. Whether he strikes someone out, hits the batter, or walks him, his reaction never changes. No fists pumping, no pouting, no beating himself up. He is calm and steady (he obviously gets this from his father!). While I am pacing the fence, he is steady as a rock. I love that God has given him a natural love of pitching, and baseball, and it's not something we manufactured in him. The greatest joy I have on Saturday is to see that he is having fun - win or lose.

My first love......

Alright, he's not my first love, my husband is. But this guy comes in at a close second! A sweet friend of mine sent me an email for my birthday that said "Someone has a special message for you" and in it was this picture. The funny thing about it is, we have been friends forever and found out just this year that back in 1982 we went to the same Rick Springfield concert at Carowinds. I will never forget it - it was my first concert that my parents allowed me to go to after months of begging. It was my 13th birthday so they caved - and boy was I glad they did. I was among thousands of screaming girls packed in the stands like sardines and loved every minute of it! There is no relevance to this post. I just wanted his gorgeous picture to forever be on my blog! Great memories! Thanks Kimberly for sending this to me!

Mother's Day 2010

What a great weekend this was! I turned 41 (yikes) on Saturday and then had a wonderful Mother's day. Last week Jason's TK class had a mother's day brunch for us. We were treated to muffins, coffee, juice, an art show and all the wonderful things our children had made for us (notice the lollipop corsage on my jacket!). His teacher read a story of all the "lasts" we should hold on to. This was especially moving for me as this is our "last" child going through WEE School. I cried (as did most moms) as she read the story, and then when I got to the car I cried a lot more. These years go by so fast. Between school, activities, looking for a house, church activities, etc. time has just flown by. It was precious to me to be able to sit with my son and enjoy time just me and him. I will never forget it. I spent my birthday on the ball field watching David pitch 3 terrific innings and help lead his team to a win. My friends surprised me at the field by singing happy birthday to me - sweet! Then we went to look at our new house! More on that later. Mother's day was filled with both boys asking me all day if there was anything they could do for me. We went to church and then at Five Guys with my mom and my brother and his family. The children got to run around at the park while mom and I watched and had a coffee - that was a lot of fun. Each Mother's day I am reminded of a time, not too long ago, when I wondered if I would ever celebrate this day for myself. There were many years before we had David that I truly wasn't sure if God was going to bless us with children. Mother's day is a special day to remember that time, and be thankful that God chose to bless us in this way. Yes, the days get hectic, the emotions run high and the schedules are full, but this is the life I have always wanted. To be a wife, and a mom - that was my goal. And I praise God today for loving me enough to bless me in this way. I can't imagine a life more full.

Where have I been?

I knew it had been a long while since I last posted, but September!? My mother always told me if you don't have something nice to say, keep your mouth shut (actually she didn't say that, but that is how I have felt lately). I truly have been in a funk - lots of legitimate reasons - but I didn't have much positive to post about, so I didn't. Things haven't changed around here much. We are still looking for a house (which has been 90% of the reason for my funk), living with mold in our apartment, but thankfully our unruly neighbors have moved and been replaced by a wonderful.....quiet....family. Thank God for little blessings. We also have had to deal with some family situations that have been ongoing for a while with our extended family. Couple that with the hormones that come with turning 40 (like being pregnant on crack) and sometimes the stress of all this gets the best of me and I am overwhelmed. I've heard it said that a person's true character comes out under strain. If that is true, than I am ashamed to admit how my character has been lately. The stress of these last few months have made me feel like the Israelites in the desert. Instead of being thankful that God is providing for me and my family every single day, I have been focused on the one thing he hasn't answered for me yet. How selfish! He provides and provides and provides and yet I'm asking "yeah, but what about this?" Do we children ever grow up? God has, through stripping me of my control, taught me to rely on him solely. Not my husband, whom I have always been able to count on. He's a perfect husband for me, but he's not God. That is one lesson I have learned through all this. What a terrible weight to put on another human being - to take the place of God. Being a control freak - you always think YOU are going to be able to handle anything that happens - YOU are going to be able to control external circumstances from interfering with your life. Guess what? You can't. That is where the sole reliance on God has to come in. I only thought I was relying on God. It wasn't until things slipped from my control and all the balls I was juggling came crashing down that I realized, I wasn't relying on him much at all. There are many great lessons that have come out of the past few months (years) and I am sure many more to come. The stress is still there, the not knowing what each day will bring is still there, the feeling of being out of control is still there; but so is God. More now than ever. You never know how strong something is until you have your full weight on it. He's strong. Stronger than anything I have to deal with. Stronger than anything you have to deal with. Why I try to carry this weight on my own is out of pure pride and control on my part. How much lighter the load is when I give it to the only one that can carry it - and does so willingly. What a wonderful Father we have that, even after all our whining, is still there - waiting with open arms and a willing shoulder to cry on. How thankful I am today for his love.