Colton on his first day of 5th grade last Tuesday.
Nolan on his first day of 7th grade last Tuesday.
I awake this morning to muffled sounds of the fridge door being swung opened and closed. Wham-thump. Wham-thump. I hear lids coming off jars, silverware clanking, and the ruffling of plastic bags.
Colton has embraced the idea of packing his lunch each day in a cost saving measure.
I'm still in bed, being pulled in the direction of sleep with a heaviness from the meds I take each night to help me sleep. I fight to get my mind clear, to force my eye lids open, to let the light in. I want to be able to wish him well in his day. I work towards these moments of connection. Where I grab each boy and muster energy so all of me can fill all of them in those brief interludes of time.
I often wonder what they will take with them into the future? These moments I strive for? The ones I would be hard pressed to remember?
Last week we had one- Colton and I.
I'm all smiles at the mere mention of it.
If you ever want to start your day with perspective, perhaps you should ask your child.
He was hurrying out the door and I called after him "Love you to the moon and back, Bubba Jack."
The response these days is more mixed. Some days I get a mumble back. Sometimes a smirk. Other days- nothing.
But this day I got a crystal clear "Love you too, mom."
So I say "ah good, just checking. It's the most important thing in life we share, right?"
"Yep," he replies.
Since he seems so open- I push a bit further.
"What else, Colton, what else do you think is the most important thing in life?"
Without missing a beat he throws open the front door and calls over his shoulder,
"Hope, oh and faith."
I smile and call it back to him...
"Hope and faith?"
"Yep- oh and hockey."
Ahh, that's my boy.
Wishing you a day filled with all three- love, hope, faith- and maybe just a smidge of hockey on top.
My energy seems to wane these days with fatigue a close companion. My cough is still persistent and yet I'm just growing more accustomed to it. I don't otherwise feel too bad. But I am spending more time resting than being too active.
So in a thoughtful and generous gesture, my sweet friend, Barb, brought over some of her cherished treasures to make over my bed room. Superman helped rearrange furniture and Barb brought in some decorative items, and a beautiful chaise for me to borrow as well as a perfectly sized writing desk and chair that she painted and refurbished beautifully!
We just need to finish the bed and I will have pictures to post soon!