Its time to say goodbye. Working full time as a SPED Teacher, part time running my learning clinic, being a Mom and writing for Simply Family Magazine... I just don't have time to blog like I used to. Its been fun and I'm glad you stopped by to join me. Feel free to swing by Simply Family Magazine each month or follow me on Facebook.
We recently returned from a camping trip with the kids, which for the most part was a success.
We left with four five kids and came home with five.
They were all alive
aside from a few bug bites (those suckers were determined despite the copious amounts of bugspray liberally applied)
were all in one, albeit very smelly, piece.
I love camping. Always have. Every summer as a child was spent camping. I love being away from the hustle and bustle and facebook of life. Just you, your family/friends, and nature. Your kids peeing out of necessity but refusing to poop because that puts them in the biffy (outhouse) longer than the 15 seconds it takes them to pee. Cooking dinner on a fire, and your children learning why your nickname from long ago is "pyro".
I HATE hormones. With a passion. Especially when they're all over the board out of control. I've seriously considered wearing a sign that says "Just hand me chocolate and coke and everything will be okay". I was doing so well at not drinking soda too.
The thing I hate the most though is I am really short tempered when my hormones are fluctuating. What woman isn't, right? It drives me nuts though because that translates to a snippier mom. I really REALLY hate that. The simplest things can set me over the edge and therefore start a mommy-time out before I say or do something I'll regret.
How did we get the short end of the stick?! Oh yeah... it all goes back to Eve and the stupid apple. Don't you wish you could go back in time and stop her from that moment of stupidity?
I do and then realize that if it hadn't been her, someone else somewhere else would have been the one to screw up. We're human and therefore not perfect.
Our godson, whom we lovingly refer to as "Old Man" (he acts like one and thinks its hysterical when we refer to him as one) has cognitive delay and apraxia (where he knows the words he wants to say but can not form them no matter how he tries or the years of therapy that he's had). He was a student of mine years ago. Cory and I didn't have any children at that point and loved spending time with him. We were thrilled and honored when his grandparents (another story for another day) asked us to become his godparents.
Fast forward to 2009, when his grandma, whom he'd known as Mama his whole life passed away. At that point we were given power of attorney for the Old Man to help with medical appointments and school related meetings (such as IEP's) as Papa was overwhelmed and wanted help.
This past January, when I went in for his IEP meeting, I was met by a team of very concerned teachers and administrators who had documentation and reports from neighbors, doctors, and social workers and basically told it was time for Cory and I to step in as parents. I won't go into more details than that, but it was agreed by everyone, including Papa, that it was time for Papa to be Papa and Cory and I to step in as Mom and Dad.
I remember not too long ago begging God for ONE child, and now I have four. I am beyond blessed and thankful for the chance to be mom to these four precious and amazing kids. I was just asked the other day if I would ever bring in more kids. I laughed and said its not really up to me. I thought when we got the Bulldozer and the Entertainer we were set, our prayers had been answered. Here I sit four kids later and I'm smart enough to know saying "nope we're good" and "never" are things you don't tell God. He sends two more kids your way just to remind you who the boss is.
In all seriousness though, its been a learning curve for sure these past 7 months. We're now parenting a 17 year old, 7 year old, 6 year old, and 5 year old. Don't let the cognitive delay or apraxia fool you either. The Old Man can be just as snippy and bull headed as any teen I've ever worked with. He adores his younger siblings though and loves the animals though, and laughs a lot.
I know parenting our other three during their teen years will be different in many ways, but it will also be similar. Love, patience, understanding and a sense of humor will go a long way.
Just a quick note to say that my recent post was deleted because low and behold, I was selected to be a guest writer for Simply Family Magazine and what I had will be the first month's submission. Wowzers! If you could take a moment and pray for me, I'd appreciate it.
Pray that God uses this platform to reach other working moms in a way that brings him honor and glory.
Pray that I hear what He wants to have said, not what I think should be said.
Pray that whatever is written is uplifting, encouraging and funny for other working moms.
I've been told a lot of things. That I'm crazy, that they can't understand how I do what I do, that my heart is too big, etc. One that has come up more than once in the past couple of weeks is being told "there's a special place for you in heaven for all you do".
While I appreciate that they're trying to acknowledge the things I do, I have to disagree.
There are NO works that I can do on Earth that will give me a spot in Heaven. I could be a saint my entire life and not go to Heaven if I don't believe that Christ is my Savior who died for my sins. I can give all of my possessions away, but without Christ as my Savior, it means nothing.
I have a place in Heaven for ONE reason. Jesus.
As far as the things I do here on Earth, I'll borrow a line from a favored song:
All I want is a life well lived to say thank you to.