WALKER TALK: IT ALL CAME TOO FAST!

Friday, March 6, 2009

IT ALL CAME TOO FAST!

Two days ago Jason brought home a box with his graduation announcements in them. I sat down and had a good cry.

I remember the days when I was changing diapers on two kids, Christine was struggling with her teenage years and I longed for the day when I would be all done. Now that it is here I don't know what to do with myself. Not that there isn't a lot to do, but I am just not needed by my children like I used to be. There schedules don't determine my days and my nights. Somehow it just isn't as glamorous as I envisioned it to be!

Well, I guess it's time to start reinventing me and my life without children in the house.

4 comments:

Steve and Jen said...: Good attitude! I like the word reinventing! You are still needed-just in a different way! Funny how we want what we don't have. You are a fantastic mom, and now you just get to spoil your grandkids. We need to get together more! Thanks for the invite the other day to your scrapbook gathering!; March 6, 2009 at 3:55 PM
Sharon said...: Oh manno' I remember those day's. Lots of tears! I sobbed like a baby every year my kids had their first day of school. And when the last one graduated it started a new chapter in life. HEARTWRENCHING! I UNDERSTAND!! You can be a ballbaby! Oh and by the way... I was just being nice by not taking a picture of "BIG BERTHA'S-- BUTT! I didn't even say BUTT on my blog. That's why her name is BERTHA!; March 6, 2009 at 8:51 PM
Melinda said...: Wow, your baby is graduating! That is so crazy. I remember when you guys would come and visit and go to dland and they were soo little!; March 9, 2009 at 8:18 AM
Danielle said...: Congratulations on raising three amazing children!; March 13, 2009 at 7:29 AM

Post a Comment

ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.