Friday, December 21, 2012

Tis the Season

Scenes from a holiday.

Trying to get the perfect photo.

Oh happy sight!  No homework!

 The voices of angels.

What I want my children to always, always remember.

This was the first year I let the kids decorate the Christmas tree with me.  This is a victory on all accounts as they did a great job, and I learned to let go.

Christmases through the years.

Oh, the anticipation!  Will is trying desperately to be cool.

Gift success!

And a little Christmas cheer.

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Still reeling from the horrific events on Friday, I sat down at my computer several times yesterday to write, but found no words.  

I have a 6-year-old.  He has chubby cheeks and is the age where he marvels at every new thing he learns.  And I can't imagine life without him.  Or his brother and sister.

Today, as I was struggling with Will over what to wear to his performance later today (he wants a white tee shirt; I want something a little more festive; festive is not something an 11 year-old boy wants to hear.  Or wear.) I became totally exasperated and exhausted by the 'round and 'round conversation/battle of wills we were having.  And then I realized...


I'm thrilled to be having this confrontation this morning.  Elated, even!

Because I know there are 20 sets of heartbroken parents who would give absolutely anything to be doing so.

In a total turnaround, I grabbed him and hugged him and sent him on his way with my blessing.  And a slightly wrinkled, too short in the arms tee shirt.

He smiled.  Not the smile of a victor, but a smile that said "thanks, mom."

Perhaps he thought he'd won, and he'd be right.  He did.

But so did I.

Monday, December 10, 2012