The boys modeling their new knitted hats-Christmas morning 2009
Merry Christmas to all our family and friends
Friday, December 25, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
A family in need and two teenage boys who recognized that need
Someone asked if they knew of a family in need and they immediately stepped up to the plate. They went shopping, personally selected each item, and delivered them on Saturday.
More often than not, I'm fussing at them about their grades, homework, messy rooms, and dirty laundry. I worry that they don't "get it." ("It" being responsibility, maturity, and/or helping others...basically not being self-centered but Christ-centered)
Watching them carry their presents to the truck on Saturday reassured me that they are "getting it."
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Driver's License
Zach took his driving test this morning. He passed. He can now take himself back and forth from football practice and weight training (happy dance). Also, I have about three months where driving to the grocery store to get a gallon of milk for your mom is still a novelty and not a chore. Better take advantage of it while I can.....
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
College applications
He's getting serious about applying to college. SAT's, college essays, GPA's, extra-curricular activities are all topics heard around our house. 
As a teacher, I know these things are important (well.. not so much). As a parent, I resent him being reduced to a test score or a grade point average. 
He's grown a lot this past year. We are in new territory here. He's on the verge of adulthood and we are going through the growing pains of learning how to parent an adult child. It's not easy. You constantly have to juggle when to let them be independent and when to step in and help/instruct. It's hard to stand back and let them be independent. Really, really, hard...Everyone relates a child leaving home to a baby bird flying away from the nest for the first time.
I'm sure the momma bird feels a mixture of relief and fear. Relief because the nest is getting too small. The constant flying practices and feedings are wearing her out. But then the time comes to take that first official flight and the second-guessing begins. Is he ready? What if (blank) happens? Will he know what to do if (blank) happens? Can he fend for himself? Maybe I should have spent more time working on (blank).
We watch the baby bird stretch its wings and we take it for granted that it will always turn out OK.
It sounds so simple and easy. Reality isn't so simple or easy when it's your nest and your baby bird.
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