Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The New Seven Year Old

A few days ago Miller man celebrated his seventh birthday. It seems like my counting or the dates or something must be off. There is just no way he is really seven.
This year he finished up his second round of Kindergarten with Mrs. Sullivan. I was so pleased and surprised by the way he persevered. He grew so much. Our choice for him was confirmed again and again, 

This year we surely saw more and more of his personality pop out. He definitely knows what he likes and what he doesn't! He is full of humor and sunshine. And his stubborn streak will one day serve him well. 

 He LOVES playing basketball and through practice and observation he has gotten himself a sweet little shot.
 Thankfully for his mama he still give a fierce hug and great snuggles. His giggle and smile light up the room.
This year Miller has really grown in his awareness of Jesus and God. He asks wonderful questions and says the sweetest prayers. It was been sweet to watch his love for the Lord grow. 

There were so many times this year when I made an assumption about Miller and how he would react to things to be proven wrong by his choices and actions. Evidence that he is growing braver and more and more his own little person. It makes me pause and appreciate every little hand hold and lap sit. As I know our days for those are numbered.



My dearest Miller,
Oh how I love you! Your daddy and I are so blessed to be your parents. You bring life to our family that sweetens and excites it. You have a passion that I look forward to watching as you grow. I sometimes wish I could pour a little confidence into you. My hope for you this year is for you to find a friendship that will bring you joy and sharpen your spirit. That the curiosity you feel about God will cause you to seek Him more. Ask more questions. Find more answers. We adore you buddy and look forward to another year of watching you become you more and more!
Love you so much,
Mama

Dear Father, 
You gave me and Adam a precious gift by choosing us to be Miller's parents. His spirit is both sweet and wild. He daily surprises me and daily he lifts my spirits by his joy, laugh, smile and silly personality. It isn't unknown to you that my heart is hurting watching these two boys grow older and bigger. And I thank you for the gift of Miller's affectionate nature. I pray he keeps it. As Miller gets older and his personality more distinctive I pray that he will be able to make some new friends this year. That you will bring to him a buddy who will grow along side him. I pray you continue to stir his heart towards you. That he will continue to ask about you and declare his love for you. I thank you that he is ultimately yours. That you are always available and perfect for Miller. Give Adam and I the wisdom to do what is best for Miller and to lead him closer to you. 







Sunday, July 9, 2017

The Blog Reborn




It has been such a long time. I thought maybe the blog had died. So many reasons...being busy, boys growing bigger and bigger, not knowing how to tell the story of our neighborhood and home without making our part in it sound too self appreciative.

But then I decided I missed it too much. I missed recording thoughts and prayers about the things God teaches me though motherhood. And now living in The Green House and running The Green House Library, He is showing me much that I would also like to record and revisit.

Also writing here is an outlet. It is good for my weary soul, reminding me of all the ways He blesses me, guides me and molds me.


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Nine Year Old


I read a blog post floating around Facebook awhile back called something like "A Letter to my Son at Half Time".  The premise of the post was that nine is the age where it is half over. This parenting gig, the years of your influence, time under your roof. And the mom in the post wrote a moving letter that I honestly couldn't read after the first paragraph. I don't really even know what she said. HALF OVER PEOPLE.

I panic a little bit. But then as I am trying not to cry and cling obsessively to my boys and never let them grow up I remember I moved in with my parents for two years of grad school after college and I still call them right after Adam with news of any kind of importance. You know like Noah having his first headache or Miller reading all his sight words or a sale at the grocery store. The big stuff. And truth be told if I could climb up in their bed right now and snuggle in between them, I would. So deep breaths. IT WILL BE OKAY.

But this is a hard birthday. And so will each one after it. Because it is true,  Noah is getting older and growing bigger and smarter and taller and wiser. And our time is growing ever more important and precious.  He asks BIG questions. And he formulates big ideas about who he is and who God is and who people are around him. He makes actual letter grades in school now and he dreams about his future. And I can't remember the last time he needed to hold my hand.

Three memories from this year that sum up my precious nine year old...

One is his baptism this fall. I walked him upstairs to the room where he was meeting his Children's Minister and I was so nervous for him, He doesn't swim. He is literally terrified of going under water. But he simply turned to me and said "Bye Mom!".  Basically assuring me I've got this. And he only showed his commitment to his choice and not his fear. I wish I could obey like that.

Two was a parent teacher conference with his third grade teacher. After showing me all of his amazing test scores all that confirmed to me he is way smarter than his momma, she simply said "He is kind to everyone." And that is the biggest blessing and compliment and thing I am most proud of. We ask a lot of him at home in our neighborhood and really we don't give him enough grace when it comes to making relationships with our neighborhood kids. To hear that kindness is easily and readily associated with Noah in relation to ALL of  his classmates... well I was humbled. I hope people can say the same of me.

Three was a simple jump at a birthday party. Noah has always been a bit timid. He will hang back, hesitate from trying something until he is sure he can or could master it. But a few months back at a ninja warrior obstacle course themed birthday party he jumped off a five foot platform into a pit of foam squares. Didn't hesitate a second. I had tears in my eyes. I want him to be brave. Life is hard and he will need to be brave. And perhaps my worry and/or coddling has held him back from some adventures. I am so glad he is growing into some courage.

So here is to you my Noah Boy on your ninth birthday...

I love you so much. I love your quirks and your humor and your little scar by your mouth. I love the way you fall asleep reading and scheming and the stores/museums you make in your closet. I love the brown spot in your blue eyes. I love the way your excitement spills over into your flapping hands. I love the one million questions you ask. I love your faith in Jesus. I love that math is your favorite. I love the way you are growing in strength and in bravery. I love that you are kind. I love that deep down you want your little brother to share your room. I love your creative mind. I love that the whole world is yours for the taking. That you could pick anything to be or do and find success. I simply love you. All of you. For always. No matter what.


Dear Father, 
Thank you Lord for the gift and the responsibility of being Noah's parent. Thank you for the special spirit you gave him. Help Adam and I to be the light along the path you have set him on. Lord we are so imperfect and we make many mistakes. Help us not to be a hindrance to him and his love for you. I pray protection over him and for daily help to better understand him and love him in the way he needs to be loved in order to understand better your love for us all. Amen. 








Monday, June 20, 2016

The Things I Don't Want to Forget From the Spring

Or a massive photo dump from the past few months :)
                                   My Baby Love, Jeremiah turned one! Precious little thing!
                                  Love these sweet pictures of my baby sister and her boys.
                                                           Cake is good. Real good.


                                    Celebrating their current youngest, Baby Girl coming this fall :)
                                                                Love him the most.
 We celebrated Easter in the Brown House Community with the Easter Thing. It was a little drizzly but the Red House porch provided a shelter for a yummy meal and fellowship.


 We missed our normal after Easter Service pictures on the Quad. So this is literally the only Easter picture I have with my kids.


The day before we had family over for an Easter Meal and Egg Hunt. I always love this tradition!
                                                                         Two little ones.
 Pretty Lillie! 
 Papa is a good sport. 





 Lillie enjoyed flying on the tie swing. 
                                           We loved our bunny ears Jenn brought us.
                                     We always love a good visit with Nana and Puddin!


                                                                     

The Memories on Memorial Day

Over Memorial Day Weekend we went to Grannyland with my parents and my aunt and uncle. My Dad and Uncle Harold took the boys on their first fishing trip.
 I have so many memories of fishing these lakes with my dad, grandfather, uncles and cousins. I was so excited to see Noah and Miller make memories of their own and of course document every fish.

I think they enjoyed it as much as I did!
 The looks of joy on their faces will etched in mind for a long time. How precious?
Papa and Uncle Harold certainly are super patient!


 Both boys caught three fish each. A great first outing. 

 Eventually I put my camera away and headed shopping with Aunt Joyce and Mimi. I love that the "boys" got to spend time together. Three generations of men I love so very much. I am so thankful for each of them and the way God knit them together!
Until next time Clay County Public Lake.....