Sometimes

Sometimes, things get so emotional.

Oh, no - not again!

This, to me, is just unbelievable. After my youngest daughter, who is sickness-prone, had shingles this past year, I never thought I'd have to deal with it again. Wrong! My oldest daughter, who is about to partake in graduation ceremonies, has shingles! What am I doing to deserve this???

Thank you, Lord. This is the last day of the year.

Thank you, Lord, for this being the last day of this school year. Sure, I have to go to tomorrow for paperwork, packing up my room, and putting everything away until next August. But I'm okay with that. We teachers sent away our students today to the next chapter of their lives -- high school. This included my daughter. No more running to Mommy's room to get tampons, money, or cry on her shoulder. Mommy will have her room to herself now. No more piles of clothes, CDs, tennis shoes, flip-flops, scarves, or headbands behind my desk from my youngest one. Nope, I'm taking my space back. It's all mine again. Yippee! I only wish it could've ended on a better note. Today was a rough day. Tons of teenage drama, to put it mildly. I'm glad I at least get a break from it for several weeks. Hello, summer!

Mother

Being a mother is the hardest job on earth. I cried during church this morning thinking about all the mistakes I've made in mothering my children. I'm thankful of the things I do and can do, but it's difficult not to reflect on the mistakes and failures, trying to learn from my mistakes. There are so many things I have done wrong. I only hope that my children can focus on what I have done right. They surprised me with dinner last night, breakfast and coffee this morning, and gifts on the table after church. I loved it all! I'm thankful for the daughters I am a mother to.

The Last Time

This is the last time I will ever have a child go to an 8th grade semi-formal dance. The last time. Did you hear me? My youngest daughter, who is in the 8th grade, is going to her 8th grade dance tonight. I have to take pictures for yearbook, but I will also be there as a parent. I'm not teary-eyed or anything, don't get me wrong. It's just a simple fact that my kids are all grown up. Syd will be moving on to the high school as of the end of May, and then my kids will be officially done with middle school for the rest of their lives and mine. It sort of seems weird.

"I'll Have Another"

I am here to tell you I survived another Kentucky Derby race. We were out there all day in the sweltering heat and barely made it. I thought a couple of times I might pass out from heat exhaustion, but I made it. Getting in and getting out are the hardest parts. People are moving in droves and it's awful. But the day of horse racing is fun! I didn't win all day until the actual derby race itself. I placed a two dollar bet on I'll Have Another and won $55. Not bad! I thought for sure Gemologist would place, so I bet on it, too. But no luck. Makaili got her a "Derby Virgin" pin and wore it with pride. We both came home with slight sunburns, but it was worth it. Next two years? Proms for Cammi, I'm sure. So I might not get to go back to the Derby for two more years. We'll see.

Midlife Crisis

"Some might call it a midlife crisis, but she wasn't sure that was exactly it. It wasn't as though she felt the need to buy a sports car or visit a plastic surgeon or run off to some island in the Carribean. Nor was it about being bored; Lord knows, the kids and the hospital kept her busy enough. Instead, it had more to do with the sense that somehow she'd lost sight of the person she'd once meant to be, and she wasn't sure she'd ever have the opportunity to find that person again." -Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me Exactly.

Oh my head

Oh boy, is my head swimming. I've been going non-stop for the past two days now. I'm up to my eyeballs in graduation stuff. Today, for about three hours, my daughter and I made a photo book on Shutterfly. After a while, she discovered that she was putting quotations from songs in the nineties for most of her pages. So, she went with that theme; she made all of the pages either song titles or lyrics. It is kinda cute. Toward the end, we were both anxiety ridden, though. It was tedious to move pics, pick out the ones you want to put where, pick fonts for the copy, etc. It was much like what I do on a daily basis for my yearbook class. Believe me, I have enough of that to last me a while. I enjoyed hearing Mak laugh and look up 90's song lyrics, though. She would sing them most of the time, smiling and laughing all the while. It was funny. My baby is all grown up. Sigh.