The Story of Us

Sometimes looking back at how our story was written, I can’t help floating through the photographs imprinted in my mind.                                                                                           The day you were born.                                                                                                                 The day you turned 16 and didn’t get your drivers license… And then two months later when you finally did.                                                                                                                      The day we found out about the cancer.                                                                                      The day you graduated high school.                                                                                                  When you moved out on your own…

Being your mother has always been my greatest accomplishment.

🌛 For These Moments 🌜

This has been one hell of a year.. 

Makayla exchanged her glasses and braces for cleavage and eye liner and all-day-long-selfies, she failed her first class and officially became a teenager. She’s begun making choices and wizening up and I’m proud of the tomorrow’s it looks like she’s chosen. 

Autumn Michelle turned 18, got a nursing job, graduated high school, had another cancer scare – and then another miracle, moved out, started college and impressed her whole world. It all happened so fast that the “blink of an eye” part came later and haven’t quite caught my breath even now..

Maddison got her license and a job and her first car (last year, actually) then started birth control,  moved out and kinda sorta lost her way.. Lost a boy that mattered, found another, had a pretty major surgery but came out of it on top. 

Colton grew six inches overnight and stopped talking to us for the most part; we have yet to figure out exactly why but can’t help holding onto the hope that he might come around. 

Jake seems like he’s turned into a good man nowadays. He works hard and lives right and comes around often enough to make his daddy smile. 

Gracie, well Gracie turned into a little girl this year, as opposed to the baby she’s been all these years. At 7 years old she is already tall and has both her front teeth and an attitude. 

Yea.. you could say things have changed some this year..

This year we’ve grown. As a family, as individuals, as the people we were meant to be at this time in our lives. 

And I am thankful.. 

I am thankful for the bad times just as much as for the good. I am thankful for the moments of love and of laughter and of hurt (a lot of hurt..) and for the pride that overwhelms me when I look back through my days. Although it wasn’t how I’d planned it, I am thankful for the way it all played out. 

I am thankful for the little things, like really good books and how my dog is always happy to see me. For amazing summer sunsets when there’s fire in the sky; and for the dark and rainy days, because they always make me think of Winnie the Pooh and his balloon..

I am thankful for the few great people I can proudly call my friends, and that my family is just a call away.

I am thankful for my husband and for knowing that he still gets out of bed and chooses to love me every single day. I have been blessed with this life and I am thankful.. 

Apology

What’s an apology? I’m not sure they truly even exist anymore. Much like the elusive and virtually nonexistent ‘good men’ left in the world, heartfelt apologies have become something of a myth in this day and age..

Unfortunately the world is changing. The things we teach our kids.. The way we treat our loved ones, or even a stranger on the street.. It is no longer enough to simply “Do unto others..”. It’s not the American way anymore. Sadly, we have morphed into a country where it’s every man for himself and only the strong survive… 

My momma always said that sometimes “I’m sorry” just isn’t enough and she’s right. 

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Did I?

Sometimes it’s easy, and sometimes it’s not.. and that’s just how it is nowadays. Growing up, as a whole, has become a collection of miguided attempts and unthoughtthrough decisions and it’s only getting worse. I’m afraid for my daughters and the choices they’ll make for themselves..

Did I teach them about self respect and self image? And that beautiful comes from within? Do they know that they don’t have to follow their friends? And that what they do now will stay with them forever? 

I hope so..