nurturing hope, creativity, family
Last week my husband updated both WordPress as well as the theme I use for this blog. The theme update messed up all sorts of things, like my logo as well as making it look like I never add a space after a comma. The problem is that we’ve been swamped and I haven’t had time to get things fixed. SO… I’m sorry for the mess and hope to have it looking better soon!
HH
My heart is bursting with feeling today; a summary of this week’s progress is difficult to assemble.
On Friday my oldest turned fourteen.
On Friday my children finished school for the summer.
Today my Grandpa died.
I’m so glad we spent last weekend with him!
And today, only minutes after that passing, my 14 year old son was ordained to the office of Teacher in the Aaronic Priestood.
I’ve cried a lot, pondered, felt my heart burst with pride. I’ve felt relief, sadness, joy. And sunburned. I spent a lot of hours in the yard this week without sunscreen on my arms. Brilliant.
What is there to say? We finished another school year, and we tried to finish strong. There are still a few things I wish I’d done, but we certainly had some victories. Overall, I’d say our finish was better this year than last, which means we’re growing.
My summer plan isn’t fully developed yet but I’ve spent time prioritizing and praying. I feel the weight of knowing I have my children to myself for only a few months of the year, and it needs to be time well spent. Finding that balance between work and fun is tricky with the many different ages we have but I’ll give it my best effort. There are a number of habits I’m anxious to work on with the children in coming weeks.
Tonight, I really just have two thoughts. I’m so proud of my son.
And I miss my Grandpa. So much.
Jennifer
Fourteen years ago today I became a mother and my life changed forever. It’s hard to believe he’s that old, but here we are. I’m so grateful there’s still some good in him after all my mistakes (and many more to come, I’m sure).
We had a beautiful evening and he spent the time hanging out with his friends.
Today was also the last day of school. He’s done with 8th grade and on to 9th. Wow. A freshman? That always seemed so far away and suddenly it’s reality. It’s been a tough year but I’m proud of him. I’m proud of the areas in which he’s begun to chip away at his weaknesses, proud of him for doing things that are difficult for him, proud of him for believing in himself when many others didn’t. He’s a great young man.
A great young man who prefers pinching his candles instead of blowing them out. He makes me laugh.
Happy Birthday, son!
Mom