Those 12 Letters…Middle Scho

 

imageThe view from my hammock this morning…..swaying slowly, trees dancing back and forth above just enough to give me that slight twinge of motion sickness….

Thinking about the upcoming week…total serenity buzzkill. Why do Mondays creep in on the weekends where they have no business? The twins will start 7th grade. New school…Middle School and all that those 12 letters bring with them. The good, the bad, the nervewrackery that is junior high.

Oh, I know they’ve got this…I’m quite certain I’m just remembering the fun that I had in Middle School. Yes, that’s it.

So, as I lay in my hammock I’m saying a prayer and lifting up all of the kiddos as they approach “the first day”. Take care of our Babes, handle them with care. Give them the courage they need to stand tall each and every day, and let them know that we are waiting for them each and every day to love and hug them…to fill them back up. #lovedoes #middleschool #wecandohardthings

Your Kids Won’t Hate Each Other…Forever

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These are my reasons. I absolutely cannot imagine life without them. Now, I’ll be brutally honest with you. When they were little…all of them…12, 11, 9, 1, & 1….They made me question my sanity….daily. The constant civil war that seemed to wage….”He’s looking at me!”, “He called me an Idiot!”, “He gave me a swirly!” .The Cap’t and I would look at each other at the end of the day, take a deep breath, and assure each other that this too would pass.

There is hope…Your kids won’t hate each other…forever.

And, pass it did…quickly. Now, as I watch all five of my kids play hoops together, laugh over a board game, or play practical jokes on one another I am overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with love and joy over the friendships that have been formed. My older boys, who are actually adults…give each other advice, hang out, and look out for one another. Those three little boys who couldn’t stand each other when they were little are now great friends.

If you are currently in the trenches of raising Littles. Please don’t wish it away. I know…I know the squabbling seems never ending, and you may pull some of your very own hair out, but this time is fleeting. It passes so fast. (Cliché I know) When they are at their loudest, and you are at your weakest…take a time out, give yourself a break. I promise they’ll still be there. (Probably pounding at your door)

They will eventually figure this friendship thing out, and when they do…Wow!!! Job well done, Mom!

Monday…Crapdamnit!

 

Monday

Well, Monday, you can just take yourself back where you came from. It’s not even 11am, and I am up to my eyeballs with enough…overwhelmed, crosseyed, heading back under the covers. White Flag!!!! How did that happen so quickly? The day started with such promise. On the way to school we talked about the countdown to summer, birthdays coming up…it was all smiles.

And, then….like a pimple on prom night Monday reared her ugly head. I promise you after I dropped the kids at school it was like a Monday death spiral of phone calls, dog crap, washing machine overflowage, and weight gain from the weekend.

Crapdamnit!! What makes Monday so special? Why is Monday the dumping ground of the week? Maybe it’s to say that if we can survive the carnage of Mondays then we deserve weekends. Who knows. All I know is that there are about 13 more hours left in this Monday, and it’s not lookin so pretty. #Isurrender #wecandohardthings #mondayssuck