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I have taught them their colors, what it takes to make plants grow, how to draw the letter Y. I have not, I promise, taught them this.
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The changing of the guard, which happens all too often around here, is
such a solid reminder to me that my children are growing, really
growing.
There is such an insatiable appetite for fame these days, especially
for our children. We hear about the latest child star, dancing,
singing, acting her way into stardom.
They say that life is cyclical, and I really do see this in my kids.
The same jokes. The same tormenting. I thought things were supposed to improve with each passing
generation.
My dad was home for dinner every night when I was growing up. He was a businessman
who came home from work, played chase with us before bed and tucked us
in.
I know there are people out there who get annoyed with red lights, but
I will tell you, I depend on red lights to save the day. That is where
things happen.
Is it telling of our times that Seth and I have a hard time setting aside date nights?
In the early morning school hours, the older boys don their coats, throw on their backpacks and head out the door to school. Once again, the little brother is left behind.
The holidays are over, and (hopefully) out with the Christmas tree went
the generous bouquet of illnesses we were gifted this year.