As it seems to happen, our summer has come to an end once again. The sound of buses in the morning, the sights of childen walking down the block on their way to school & the empty shelves of school supplies all mean another school year has begun.
We had a great summer. It was so full of activities this year that our summer really flew by! I'm sad it's over. I'm not sad on the other hand that four of my kids are back in school;)
I thought my days would slow down a bit with more time in the day "uninterupted" to get all I need to get done to keep this family of seven going but I was wrong.
Last Friday we began the routine. The kids and I finished off our last day of our "summer chore chart" and after lunch we headed to TCS to the official Meet-the-Teachers day. We loaded up every child's backpack full of supplies and packed into the Tahoe. As we arrived at the school their excitement was hard to contain.
We entered the school and I got a little choked up. I wasnt sad but at the start of every school year when I walk back through the halls of the school I spent 11 years in as a young girl I can rememeber very vididly some of my first days.
Last Friday we made our way to each child's classroom and filled up their new desks. They got a warm welcome from their teachers, new and old, and we left to finish up our day at home.
The kids played in the yard for most of the afternoon and after Daddy got home it was time to head off to our schools Back-to-School party at the waterpark. Our kids can never get enough time at the pool!
We relaxed for most of the weekend and then it came. Monday morning. The first day of school. We layed out clothes and backpacks and made lunches the night before. Shortly after 6:30 a.m. the house was filled with chattering children all excited to start the year, and by 7:45a.m. MK & I were back to our Terrific Twesome.
This week has been filled with soccer practice for 3 different teams and a soccer game. Oh yeah, and it seems I've had the most homework this week. More than all 4 of my kids combined.
One child came home with a page that I needed to fill out about them. What do I want the teacher to know about them, what are my expecations for the year for them, etc. That very same child needs collected dead bugs for studying and a baggie filled w/ certain coins. The next child came home with a form for me to fill out about what I wanted them to write about this year and also a framed family picture and a bag for compiling 5 of their favorite things to shar with the class. Another child brought home forms that needed to be filled out about themselves and o/c I had to scramble and find pictures of them diong their favorite things and family pictures so they could make a class book. Oh, I have a forth child in school? Yep, that one needed a few extra supplies that were NOT on the list, a form for a retreat, a handbook of rules to be read and signed and they then informed me that I needed to go buy some new items for their instrument.
It's been a busy week. I have a feeling it's only going to get busier. Actually, if I am honest with myself right now I KNOW it's going to be. Here's to a great year!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
It's August
It's August.
I'm exhausted.
I've spent the whole summer dreading this very week. The week before school starts.
It's hard to enjoy something when there is a shred of dread but I've managed. I've more than managed actually. I have shared much joy with my kids this summer.
A post for another day;) Yes, I realize it has been half a year since my last post. In the kindest way I say to you, in the words of my husband, "deal."
My mind is shot. My body is tired. I'm getting older not younger. Just decided to dust off the laptop and see if I remembered how to post. I do.
It's August.
I'll be back someday.
I'm exhausted.
I've spent the whole summer dreading this very week. The week before school starts.
It's hard to enjoy something when there is a shred of dread but I've managed. I've more than managed actually. I have shared much joy with my kids this summer.
A post for another day;) Yes, I realize it has been half a year since my last post. In the kindest way I say to you, in the words of my husband, "deal."
My mind is shot. My body is tired. I'm getting older not younger. Just decided to dust off the laptop and see if I remembered how to post. I do.
It's August.
I'll be back someday.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Stalling...
I know I promised my newest post to be about my reflections on the year 2011 and all the goodness, grace and love God has shown to me but I feel like stalling. I don't mean to NOT thank the Lord for His goodness because over the course of this year I certainly have but it feels a bit overwhelming to blog about it right now.
This post is a random, unedited version of my thoughts. Procrastinating, stalling...call it what you'd like but ever since last night at our New Year's Eve party (which was fabulous & fun by-the-way) and after talking about what I thought I had all planned for my life I can't stop thinking about it.
Our topic was schools. Where and what we thought our children's paths might lead them down and figuring out how to pay for said plan I was reminded of a time when I thought I had it all figured out.
My goals were high. At the time I didn't quite realized that I was an eternal optimist. I truly believed I could do anything I set my little heart out to do. I wasn't afraid of failing, actually, I'd become pretty good at it. I would simply brush it off and try harder, that is, when it was something I wanted.
I loved the game of soccer. It was one of those things that I had begged to do as a young girl. Our town didn't have any teams or leagues. I was also an artist. I would draw my myself in my jersey, my team and write about my accomplishments. I would literally dream at night of scoring goals and of being carried off the field by teammates while my fans cheered wildly in the stands.
It wasn't until I was in 6th grade that I got to play on my first real team. It was amazing, really. I felt like all my dreams had come true the minute that I put on (quite possibly the worlds ugliest uniform) that was gold and kelly green. I was not a straight 'A' student and honestly I didn't want to be. I was social. I loved just being with people. I didn't need to be the center of attention and I certainly never wanted to be, but nonetheless I loved people. I loved observing them, talking with them, laughing, playing and people watching. I was never praised for my report card but the friends I had and made topped it all and then to be on a team? The best feeling ever.
Most of the girls on my team had been playing together for years. They had a bond, a closeness I longed for and soon would posses. The game I loved was finally mine. I excelled in my new found love. The moment I would get on the field I finally felt I found my purpose. I was quicker than anyone in the league. It was finally my chance to shine.
In high school I went through many teams and many coaches and my sophomore year I even gained a nickname. I was called "Flash." It was a name given with many inside jokes but soon parents I didn't know and even my coach would soon be yelling it from the stands. It was an amazing feeling. It pushed me to work harder. I used to believe that I could pick any college I wanted. I didn't understand the costs. I believed that my talent was enough. I had my sights set on University of North Carolina. If it was good enough for Mia Hamm & Michael Jordan it was surely good enough for me.
I had cutouts and clippings of all things related to UNC and all my favorite sports figures. I lived in a fantasy world, really, and would soon get shaken back into reality. My ACT score would tell me exactly where I would be able to attend. While it wasn't a 36 I would have to figure out a new plan. All this college talk made me realize that this was real. College cost money and I was not even close to making it into the professional world of soccer.
So, I had another dream. I was pretty sure that even though I was just an ordinary 17 year old girl I would soon be discovered. Discovered somewhere to show up on the big screen. I would write screenplays I would star in. Somewhere, at sometime, someone would see my talents and scoop me up and put me in a staring role. I had big dreams and they were within my reach...so I thought. I absolutely loved plays and musicals. When The Sound of Music was chosen I picked my part and practiced each day. Then when the day came for try-outs, I opted not to do so. Why? I still don't have that answer.
As I type I realize that I seemed a bit, well...different. I never followed through with any of my passions or dreams. I always wondered but never regretted my decisions. So after sharing with others my dreams and ambitions as a child I started wondering what it was that I really wanted to do now.
This year I would love to get back into music. I played the piano under an instructor for nearly 10 years, the flute for seven and now after 20 years I want to play the violin or cello. They were not one of the choices I was allowed to choose from and ever since then I have always wanted to learn. 2012 is going to be the year I start. I truly think that I would not have appreciated the instrument or the music back in the day. I thank God that He has been growing this desire in my heart and I want to glorify Him through the process.
This post is a random, unedited version of my thoughts. Procrastinating, stalling...call it what you'd like but ever since last night at our New Year's Eve party (which was fabulous & fun by-the-way) and after talking about what I thought I had all planned for my life I can't stop thinking about it.
Our topic was schools. Where and what we thought our children's paths might lead them down and figuring out how to pay for said plan I was reminded of a time when I thought I had it all figured out.
My goals were high. At the time I didn't quite realized that I was an eternal optimist. I truly believed I could do anything I set my little heart out to do. I wasn't afraid of failing, actually, I'd become pretty good at it. I would simply brush it off and try harder, that is, when it was something I wanted.
I loved the game of soccer. It was one of those things that I had begged to do as a young girl. Our town didn't have any teams or leagues. I was also an artist. I would draw my myself in my jersey, my team and write about my accomplishments. I would literally dream at night of scoring goals and of being carried off the field by teammates while my fans cheered wildly in the stands.
It wasn't until I was in 6th grade that I got to play on my first real team. It was amazing, really. I felt like all my dreams had come true the minute that I put on (quite possibly the worlds ugliest uniform) that was gold and kelly green. I was not a straight 'A' student and honestly I didn't want to be. I was social. I loved just being with people. I didn't need to be the center of attention and I certainly never wanted to be, but nonetheless I loved people. I loved observing them, talking with them, laughing, playing and people watching. I was never praised for my report card but the friends I had and made topped it all and then to be on a team? The best feeling ever.
Most of the girls on my team had been playing together for years. They had a bond, a closeness I longed for and soon would posses. The game I loved was finally mine. I excelled in my new found love. The moment I would get on the field I finally felt I found my purpose. I was quicker than anyone in the league. It was finally my chance to shine.
In high school I went through many teams and many coaches and my sophomore year I even gained a nickname. I was called "Flash." It was a name given with many inside jokes but soon parents I didn't know and even my coach would soon be yelling it from the stands. It was an amazing feeling. It pushed me to work harder. I used to believe that I could pick any college I wanted. I didn't understand the costs. I believed that my talent was enough. I had my sights set on University of North Carolina. If it was good enough for Mia Hamm & Michael Jordan it was surely good enough for me.
I had cutouts and clippings of all things related to UNC and all my favorite sports figures. I lived in a fantasy world, really, and would soon get shaken back into reality. My ACT score would tell me exactly where I would be able to attend. While it wasn't a 36 I would have to figure out a new plan. All this college talk made me realize that this was real. College cost money and I was not even close to making it into the professional world of soccer.
So, I had another dream. I was pretty sure that even though I was just an ordinary 17 year old girl I would soon be discovered. Discovered somewhere to show up on the big screen. I would write screenplays I would star in. Somewhere, at sometime, someone would see my talents and scoop me up and put me in a staring role. I had big dreams and they were within my reach...so I thought. I absolutely loved plays and musicals. When The Sound of Music was chosen I picked my part and practiced each day. Then when the day came for try-outs, I opted not to do so. Why? I still don't have that answer.
As I type I realize that I seemed a bit, well...different. I never followed through with any of my passions or dreams. I always wondered but never regretted my decisions. So after sharing with others my dreams and ambitions as a child I started wondering what it was that I really wanted to do now.
This year I would love to get back into music. I played the piano under an instructor for nearly 10 years, the flute for seven and now after 20 years I want to play the violin or cello. They were not one of the choices I was allowed to choose from and ever since then I have always wanted to learn. 2012 is going to be the year I start. I truly think that I would not have appreciated the instrument or the music back in the day. I thank God that He has been growing this desire in my heart and I want to glorify Him through the process.
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