I thought I would, but I didn't. I didn't cry at graduation.
I am exhausted from all the field trips, paperwork, picnics, student melt-downs, ball games, loads of laundry. I don't think we can cram much more in these last few days!
There is a ticker on my school's website counting down the days to graduation. My stomach does a funny little flip everytime I look at that counter. Part of me is so relieved to be free of worrying about my oldest son's grades, assignments, etc. Another part of me understands that those worries are shifting into a whole new phase that involves major life decisions, etc.
I have worked hard this year to worry less and laugh more... remember my resolution(promise). I truly believe that, for me, worry is sinful and something that separates me from my true purpose. It robs me of my joy and keeps me focused on things that I cannot control instead of things that I can change for the better.
So, as I enter the last few hours of parenting a son that is entering a new phase in his life, I am making a promise to myself to enjoy my time with him this week. My baby is almost ready to fly.
the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
What a wild wild night! Four tornados came through Kirskville and Novinger. Lots of damage to homes and a car dealership.
As a mom, my biggest fear was not having my family all in one spot. Alex was at home and went into the tornado room. Even though he's 18, he's still my baby!
