Dylan had a school assignment to make something for the class garden by repurposing a recyclable. (Sidenote: I love that the class has a garden! Flowers, fruits, veggies, composting, and a butterfly garden. They learn about soil by studying about it, but also by growing things in it. Love!)
He worked fairly independently and did a great job. He only turned the spray paint nozzle the wrong way and painted his entire hand green one time. Life lesson.
I did not run out of gas, thankfully.
I was in line to pick up the kids from school and noticed the gas warning light, having no idea how long it had already been on. I was quite sure I was going to sputter out, but I made it all the way thru the line and coasted into to the gas station. Whew!
It was raining, I was in a very long line, it was only the kids 3rd day at their new school, and all I was thinking was "Well. It will be really embarrassing to run out of gas. But at least I have shoes on, and I'm wearing real clothes and not still in my PJ pants. Score."
The week before we moved here to Georgia, we spent a great week with our friends Greg and Cheri and their three kiddos.
My kids love and adore Ms. Cheri. She has a super fun house and neighborhood, and she teases that the super fun house and neighborhood are the reasons my kids always wanted to be at her home, but I know it's more than that. Among the many things that endear her to my kids, Cheri is great about including them. She doesn't shoo them away when it's time to cook or clean or work in the garden or run errands, she instead includes them in the process.
I read a blog post last week, where the author was explaining the positive impact her grandmother had on her life, and the deep love that all her grandchildren felt for her. Her explanation of how special they were made to feel made me think of Cheri: ...she simply let us dwell with her, and we worked, ate, slept, served, and worshipped alongside her. She didn't remove herself from us just because we were children....
I am getting much, much better about embracing rather than shoo-ing. ( I'm grateful for 5 years of watching someone do it well - thanks Cheri.) Admittedly, "Get out of the kitchen so I can cook dinner!" rolls off my tongue much easier than "Sure you can help me make dinner!", but I am making strides and trying to be intentional about finding ways to include the kids rather than exclude them.
This little girl in particular is an eager, eager helper. Lauryn loves and adores being given a job to do in the kitchen, and she loves the conversation that happens around the working. I am learning to love it too. Plus, how adorable does she look in her apron?!?
Few emotions rival feeling a healthy pride in your kids. Watching them navigate this big move we all just made, has left me nearly bursting with it.
When we sold our home without a new one to move into, those three kids sailed out into the vast unknown right along with me and Jonathan. We didn't have firm answers to their questions about where we would be moving...where or when they'd go to school...how far away they'd be from Texas and their beloved Texas Rangers....we just honestly didn't know. And those three amazed me. There were questions and fears that sprung up, certainly, but they had a (you guessed it) child-like faith that their Mom and Dad knew what was best. They accepted our assurances that everything would eventually work out for their good, and accepted the challenge to enjoy the adventure in the meantime.
People. That'll preach.
So it turns out, homelessness is not conducive to blogging. And homeless we have been.
|pulling out of Lubbock|