Thursday Thoughts

It's been difficult waking up at 5:35 in the morning to quickly get ready for an early start of defrosting the van on these cold mornings.   I drive fourteen miles in the pitch dark before the sun begins to rise, nearly blinding me.  I'm entertained by both the radio and conversations with my students.  By 9am I'm home where my dog begs for my attention as I try to navigate through all the housework.  Then by 2:15pm I'm out the door heading to the high school for my first pick up, then to the elementary school.  Back home by 4pm where I'm greeted by my own two children.  The evenings are jammed pack with rushing to get dinner ready, splitting ways as we take both kids to where they need to go and then finally showering and crashing into bed by nighttime.  That has been my recent weekdays in a nutshell.

Last night we watched our girl perform in her winter chorus concert.  She did great.  At the time our son was across the street at the high school doing his off season work outs in the weight room.  He has such a thin frame like his dad but he's formed quite the muscles.  His goal is to gain more and possibly try out for the wrestling team next year, his junior year.  Both kids are facing certain struggles in their lives and it's been difficult figuring out how to help them through it but I've been focusing on just how incredibly awesome they are.  They are both talented, both continue to want to serve and honor God and keep their heads focused on that faith, and they are amazing friends to others.  I came across this quote on Instagram and feel it so much.  

Isn't that the truth?  As much as I enjoy my children as they are now I'm really missing the little ones they used to be.  Just to hear my son run into my arms saying, "Mommy I love you, you're my best friend."  Now when I talk to him his words are few and it's been months since I heard him even say he loves me.  It's the age, I get it.  My daughter is still as affectionate as always and promises she won't stop, though I know the teen years are quickly creeping in so I won't hold my breath.  I'm just going to enjoy what I have here as it is and hold onto the memories of what was.  Motherhood is also a mix of joy and sadness.  I'm grateful.