The View From
Behind Home Plate
A girly girl finding grace and gratitude in the midst of muddy cleats.
Lessons Learned at the Final Buzzer
I've determined over these fifty years of life and the twenty as a parent that I have a slight issue with change. Which is to say that I hate it with the heat of a thousand suns - especially when it involves my children.
Well, except for the change that happened when the potty training stage was over. I was all in for that.
Fake Daughter & Real Son Go Shopping for College
Well, we are exactly 16 days away from packing up my son and taking him to college. It's had me contemplating the differences in being the mom of a Real Son compared to the mom of a Fake Daughter. If you're new to my blog, I should tell you that in my real life I am the mom of three boys - blessed, grateful and fully in love with being the mom of three boys.
A Time to Mourn and A Time to Dance
So I've been grumbling for weeks about the hoopla surrounding the 5th grade promotion at our school. I will admit some eye rolling and dismissing this as much ado about nothing. It seems that each of these shindigs I've attended gets more involved and more elaborate as the years go on. Even the night before the "big day" after I had opened the 437th email about it, I sat with some friends and said something along the lines of, "I'm not all that emotional about it. I've been through the video with the sappy songs two times before. I mean, it's not as if they're going to war. I'll be fine."