It’s happening again

I know I don’t post regularly. I don’t even know if anyone out there still reads this blog. But I started this blog as an online journal so even if no one reads it, it’s still a place where I document things that happen in my life. The happening again is that I am sending off another child to school. Maggie was accepted into the Kindergarten Readiness program at Barfield. I am half excited, and half sad. I mean, she’s my baby. I have run the whole gamut of emotions from this is what she wants, to maybe I’ll just home school, to what in the world will I do when those “babies” go to college. And if you have happened to call me in the last week and half, you have had your ear full of these emotions, and I formally apologize right here on the world wide web. I really thought I had one more year at home with her. All last year I thought I would keep her home and do a 2 day a week preschool for another year. But it looks like I only have 3 more full days with her. Don’t think I am not pulling out all the stops to soak up these last few days. Rick asked me if I would have done anything differently last year if I would have know it was my last year at home with her. And after some thought, I said not really. Luckily I’m the kind of person who knows that each day I spend with my children is a gift and I *try* to treat it that way. I haven’t always gotten it right, but those two years that I worked after Jacob was born and someone else got to spend his days with him while I worked was a big enough lesson to learn to appreciate the days I was home with them. I don’t know what the future holds for me. I have felt a stirring in my soul for the last month to two months and I don’t know what that’s about. Perhaps Maggie being at school all day will free up some time to do whatever it is that God calls me. If its full time work, or some other ministry, I stand here waiting. I reflect on all the days when they were little and it felt like the days were so long. Days when Jacob was deep in a world of a language delay that left him not communicating with us and with that hard to control behavior. The days where Maggie wouldn’t play with toys, she wanted to play with the bleach under the kitchen sink. You certainly don’t want to turn back the hands of time for too long, as I am worm out just recalling those memories, but it is bittersweet that by this time next week there won’t be any little voices in my home during the day. It’s true what they say. It goes by so fast. You don’t get that until it happens to you. Maggie at 1 year old reading

Maggie and Jacob's first day of preschool

Snuggle buddies

A day at home with Mommy