Each month I participate in a blog circle with some very talented women. See below for the next link.
You have had a busy and sweaty summer. And somewhere in the middle of all that was going on, you turned 11. I can not believe you are 11 and you will be starting middle school in a few weeks. I'm just not ready.
It's hard for me to know how to parent you sometimes. You are a loud, crazy, prank-pulling boy some days. Other times, you are reflective, emotional, and need extra quality time. I love all these times even if I don't completely understand the rhyme or reason they ebb and flow erratically during the day. I feel the same emotional pull too.
I'm anxious about making new friends and figuring out where I fit in too.
I'm worried that my friends back in Tyler will forget about me too.
I'm nervous that this new start will be hard and too much for me to handle.
We have to remember that we are on the same team. We are figuring it out. I wrote on your board in your room last night that I love you and we would figure it out together. You countenance lifted and the scowl, that seems to be appearing frequently, faded. Your beautiful smile took its place...
Thank you for being such a good boy. Thank you for wanting to be a good man and for fighting your way through to puberty... (even if I'm not ready for it). I am proud at how hard you work whether its checking fence lines and cows twice a day or catching for hours a day with your team, you are bringing it with your whole heart.
Love you so,
Beautiful girl....you are 9 now. You make me laugh (and want to pull my hair out). We cuddle and we fight. Sometimes I am so sorry you are just like me. Sometimes I am so proud that you are just like me. Watching you grow and learn this summer has shown me so much about myself. The little discipline issues we work on slap me back in the face when I react the exact same way you do.
(I'll stop calling people jerks if you will stop calling your brother a jerk).
(I'll stop telling your brother he's getting on my nerves if you will stop telling your brother he's getting on your nerves).
(I'll stop sighing when frustrated if you will too.)
We are on the same team...(and that team is not opposite of your brother). Thank you for loving fiercely. Thank you for taking charge and keeping us straight. Thank you for honesty that pulls me back into focus.
I love you to the moon...(and back again).
The women in this blog circle are photographers and mothers from different places, but we all are moms trying to take it all in, one month at a time.
Cut and paste the link below to see what Michelle has to say.
Follow the circle around until you get back here.