We'll see if I can stop the rattling.
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I am very thankful for the great children Heavenly Father has blessed me with. They are not perfect (and I'm far from it!!!) and our time together isn't always perfect. We have our arguments. There are even (rare) times when we don't want to even be in the same room together. But when it comes right down to it, they are good kids.
Recently I was able to attend parent/teacher conferences for both kids. All of Buttercup's teachers said wonderful things about her. As I introduced myself to her teachers, their opinions of her were unanimous. "Buttercup is a pleasure to have in class!" "I never have any problems with her." "She turns her work in on time." "Never causes a disturbance in class." etc.
Today was Inigo's conference. The first thing his teacher said to me was, "Can I just say that he brings joy into my life?"
You know, I think they're pretty terriffic, but it's nice to know that other people feel that way too!
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I know I'm not the first parent to have a child grow up. I know that other parents have had a child in the 12th grade. I know that other parents have had to face the harsh reality that their time with that child is limited and that eventually he/she will leave. I mean -- geesh!! -- that's why we spend so much time with them throughout their lives, isn't it? We're trying to raise productive, good, smart, kind (loyal, trustworthy, virtuous, indeed we may say....) ADULTS who can go out into the world and make a positive impact. Right?
Will someone please tell that to my heart? Will you please tell it that this is the natural progression of things?
Is it extra hard because she's my first? Or is it harder because I don't have a gazillion kids left at home to keep me occupied? Maybe I'm struggling because I am the exact same age my own mother was when I graduated from high school and I thought she was OLD. Certainly I'm not that old... am I?
So as I watch Buttercup in her senior year of high school I can't help think, "This is the last time we'll do this with her." Everything, I mean everything is leading to Pomp and Circumstance.
For instance, tonight's choir concert: No, it's not her last concert. But I kept thinking, "This is her last Fall Concert." Her parent/teacher conference last week "We only have one more PTC!" On the first day of school I said to her, "This is your last first day of public school!" And I about flipped out when she handed me the packet that has the graduation announcement information in it. I can't even go there yet!!
I hope I can get my head and my heart to stop contradicting each other. That I can get a grip on this whole I've got an (almost) adult child thing.
Anyone have any hints/ideas?
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Inigo has a new nickname:
PARTY POOPER
It's not because he's got a bad attitude, or that he's grumpy. Remember, this is the kid that brings JOY to everyone's lives...
We call him Party Pooper because.... well.... every time he goes into the restroom and closes the door, it sounds like he's having a party in there!
Seriously!
We hear singing, and laughing. He talks to himself when he's not singing. We hear foot stomping. And MORE laughter. His bathroom breaks are taking longer and longer as the party gets more and more involved... even though there is only one attendee! I promise that I will get a camera outside the door and video so you can see what I'm talking about. I guarantee you will enjoy his party almost as much as he does.
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I was going through some pictures the other day and found these of Dave. I took them the day before he died.
Yes, I still miss him, but it's getting easier.
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Tomorrow night (Halloween) is a Girl's Choice Halloween themed dance at the high school. Buttercup is taking one of her good guy friends and is going with a large group of kids. For dinner they have decided to do a Progressive Dinner. Since it was my idea (a-hem) I got to sign up first for what part of dinner I wanted at my house.
Obviously I chose DESSERT!!! (A serious no-brainer!)
I have decided to go with a really gory theme. I'll keep the details to myself but will post pictures when I write my Halloween post.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!! Stay warm and don't eat too much candy!
4 comments:
I love reading about all of your random thoughts. It helps me not feel so crazy with the stuff that flies in my head. As far as Buttercup graduating, I am of no help in that department. Right now I'm counting down the years until Logan can go to kindergarten!! Have fun with the dessert for the dance I look forward to seeing the pictures of the creation!!
You know how many people think a mission goes by soooo fast? Well, it has been the longest 2 years ever!!! I don't think there is a way to make it easy other than realize they are making good decisions and ARE going to be great people. That warms the heart.
You know that I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND how you are feeling. You will be okay--it will hurt for awhile but just try to enjoy it all. I did LOL when you wrote about thinking your mom was old--that is so incredibly true. I remember when I thought 60 was soooooo old--I mean REALLY ANCIENT. And in a little over a year I'll be 60. That seems impossible.
I always love reading your posts--this was so fun.
That little Indigo makes me chuckle.
Hope the dinner went well--Dessert would be my choice, too.
Happy Halloween.
Having personally experienced Inigo's bathroom parties, I can tell the world they are hilarious! And do I still seem OLD??? Mom
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