August – you conflict me!

I’m sure that I’m not using my title grammatically. But you get the sentiment… August, to me, is full of conflicting emotions. I hate the heat of a Texas August, but I’m not quite ready for the summer to end. I love the start of a new “academic calendar”fresh feeling, but not the sending-my-boys-back -to-school part. I’m glad we had a relaxing summer, but I wish we had gotten more done. You see what I mean? I think life with older teens is like that, as well. I love watching my sons thrive and move into their purpose, but it […]

I’m still here!

Hello, dear readers! I have been busy finishing up my nurses’ devotional book, so I have been quiet on here. It’s very exciting and exhausting and exhilarating and… Whew! Too many emotions. If you would like to order it (even if you aren’t a nurse, you may know one!), I will include the link below. You can find it online at Amazon, Apple Books, or many places books are sold. Thank you so much to those who have already bought it!

Here we go again

This time he is heading to a house with four housemates. More stuff. I’m a bit less sad than last year. I know he will survive and thrive. I watched him be responsible last year. Plus, it is the full college experience now. No covid mess! But it is still hard. Because I know it isn’t ever the same. Not really. He changes. We adapt. He “visits” home – on holidays and summers. When he’s home, he misses school. Ouch. Does he miss home when he’s at school? Doubtful. He’s having too much fun. But neither did I. That’s life. […]

Anticipatory Grief

The hardest thingabout this next year will beknowing this is the last.The last time I will force himto take a first day of schoolpicture. The last homecoming.The last band concert. Thelast – everything.” A friend of mine said this after I congratulatedher on having a senior thisupcoming year. As I have been through thistwice, I knew what she meant. My 2020 graduate didn’t even get to have all the “lasts”! Anticipatory grief is a hard thing.Knowing you arewalking through things forthe last time seems to makethe sorrow even deeper. I remember my oldestson catching me crying one day his senior […]

Strength for the Hard Days

We are in the throes of missing our college boy around here. He plans on coming home for his birthday. Last night my husband looked at the calendar and said, “Three more weeks?! That’s so long!” This is typically the time when the parents of the newly-flown struggle. Their kids are settling into their new environment. They don’t call and only text if they want money! They may not answer our calls or texts. (Which does nothing for our overactive anxiety.) And if your child is in boot camp, you may not even be allowed to call! Even now, the […]