- We’re about six weeks into the school year. And to quote a teacher-friend, “the honeymoon stage is over.” Yes. Yes, it is. Already I’m neck-deep in reading logs, field trips, and an hour or two of homework a night. Both Hudson and Devyn gravitate to the math homework first, which would make Uncle Caleb proud. But getting Hudson to work on handwriting and spelling is like pulling teeth. I’m always ready for a glass of wine (or two) by the time we finish.
- Transitioning to all-day school has been hard for my little man. Only in the past week or two has Hudson stopped finding excuses why he shouldn’t go to school. My heart hurt as I heard the myriad of reasons why he shouldn’t go to school that day. And the one time he asked if he could be homeschooled? Arrow. Heart. But I’m happy to report that he’s finally adjusting, and the excuses have stopped…
- Reagan, on the other hand, is loving school! As I knew she would. She skips into class every day, and skips out again at the end. In fact, at this moment, she’s desolate that there’s no school today. She’s writing letters all over our sidewalks and driveway with sidewalk chalk, and often refers to letters as numbers. She loves being in the same school as her older brother and sister. Truth be told, I love it too. I love hearing how she ran into Hudson or Devyn in the hallways, and how Hudson lifts her off the ground in a bear hug. Be still my heart.
- I’ve read a few really good posts lately. I want to share them here. Matt Walsh, both radio personality and blogger, is a new favorite of mine. Between this post and this post, I happily added him to my blog list and I smile every time I see a new post pop up in my reader. Mary, whom I’ve “known” since 2006, wrote this post today. I doubt she meant it to speak to me as much as it did, but I can’t stop thinking about what “being true” looks like for me. And lastly, this post. I may join the author in her prayer to see others as God sees them, not how I see them.
- Jon and I have reached a really good place in our marriage again. I’ve talked numerous times about hills and valleys in marriage, and once again, we’re climbing a hill. I’m loving it! Its amazing how in-sync we are at the moment; how needs are anticipated, then met. I could tell you about the moment I screwed up last month (big time!) and how my mom lovingly (more about this in a minute) pointed out where I took a left turn, instead of a right. It was humbling to go to Jon and seek his forgiveness. But hey, if the fruits of my groveling brought us to this hill, then so be it. Besides, a little groveling never hurt anyone.
- My mom loves me. She can drive me a little crazy with her love and affection for me, but there’s not a single doubt its true, deep, and unconditional love. And because she loves me, she is not afraid to speak up and tell me if I’m wrong. Because she wants the best for me, she will gently remind me which way is north. Its frustrating at times, because whenever Jon and I get into a fight, her first response is usually, “Jenn, what did you do this time?” Nice, huh? But in all honesty, I can count on her to keep me accountable. I will NEVER forget the time in high school when I lied to a teacher about why I wasn’t in class that day. I saw Mom walking down the school hallway towards me, little sisters in tow. She was a woman on a mission. She marched me down to said teacher’s room and made me apologize for lying to him in front of her. It was a painful lesson. But one I remember, for sure. I’m thankful for a woman who is more concerned about my character and integrity, than my happiness. I pray I can be the same kind of parent to my children.
- Speaking of which… Is it just me, or is this parenting gig getting harder as time goes on?! Seriously. Just when I think I have this parenting thing down, I’m thrown a curveball and I’m forced to admit that I have no freaking clue what I’m doing. Several friends and I have talked about this recently, and I am absolutely terrified for the teenage years. Especially after talking to one friend, Natalie, who already has teenagers. I have no doubt you may find me in the fetal position, under the kitchen table (which would mean I’d have to actually mop my kitchen floor) during the teen years. Just send wine.
- And lastly, I’ve somehow been suckered into doing the Thanksgiving Turkey Trot 5K in November. Courtney and Christine have done the Turkey Trot the past two years, and this year I’ll be joining them. Don’t ask me how that happened, I still have no clue. I abhor running. I’m allergic to exercise. And now I’ve actually downloaded a running app and am doing a training program. Me. I’m still in all kinds of shock about it. Even Jon is encouraging me to go for a run when he gets home from work. Now, I use the term “running” very loosely here. It’s more like a hybrid of fast walking, interspersed with random bursts of jogging. Its all very technical. Ha! And Courtney insists that we’re going to wear tutus for the event. Of course which means a tutu-making party has been scheduled and I’m sure pictures of said event will be forthcoming. Lord help me, I have no clue what I’ve gotten myself into.