The alarm sounded at 5:30, but I was already awake with anticipation, and anxiety. All things considered, I actually got a decent night's rest, and I was able to roll out of bed before the second alarm. As I began to dress myself, I glanced over to see Lily sleeping motionless in her crib, completely oblivious to the fact that she was going to have a whole day without the hustle and bustle of her two brothers, whom she adores. I walked out of the bedroom, and heard a loud, excited whisper coming from the loft.
"Wake up, Jonathan!!" Josh exclaimed to his little brother. "It's time to get ready for school!!"
I was actually going to let them sleep until 6:00, but there was no turning back as they threw off the covers and sprung to their feet, practically running into the living room. With eyes still half shut, they came and gave me their usually good morning hugs, but this day, they were a little tighter, and a little more energetic than usual. They sat at the table waiting for breakfast, fidgeting in their seats and talking about how much fun they were going to have. Breakfast, done. Devotion, read. Clothes, on. Lily, changed, dressed, fed. Luis, breakfast and lunch ready...everything seemed to be rolling smoothly. So far, I hadn't even gotten the least bit teary at the thought of dropping the boys off at school for their first day, ever. Backpacks in hand, they climbed in the car while I secured Lily in the back seat. I kissed Luis goodbye, and he made the rounds, praying for each one, and giving kisses. We were off!
As the miles ticked by, I noticed Josh was quiet. He looked over at me and said,
"My stomach hurts...I am a little nervous...but I am MUCH more excited than nervous."
"You sound just like I used to feel on my first day of school" I reassured him. "It will feel better as the day goes on, don't worry."
We pulled up to the drop off point, and Josh got out. He put on his back pack, grabbed his supply bag, and walked into the school. I told him goodbye, and that I loved him, but he didn't say a word. He fixed his eyes on the door, and entered a new chapter in his life.
As I pulled out of the parking lot, I choked back several tears. Jonathan was still sitting quietly in the back seat, looking at a paper that he had been coloring.
"Next stop, Marshall Primary" I said with as happy a voice as I could project, while trying not to show my tears or let my voice quiver.
"Yay!" he said, and settled into his seat and began coloring once again.
I pulled up to the drop off point for Jonathan's school, and there wasn't a teacher outside waiting, as I had anticipated. Selfishly, I wanted to just have him walk to the door from the car like Josh did, without having to get out and walk him all the way into his school. Not because it was going to be a bother, but because I feared that the longer it took for me to get him into the school, and settled, the more likely I was to start crying right there in the middle of the hallway. I looked at his little face, and said to him,
"Do you want me to walk you to your class?"
"OK, sure." he said, with a relieved look on his face.
We went and parked, and walked in together. We entered the cafeteria (the waiting place) and after hugs and kisses, he went to the table to sit and wait for his teacher. I walked out with Lily, and managed to hold back my tears until we reached the car. Driving home, I needed windshield wipers for my eyeballs! What a sentimental, emotional Mama I am. Sometimes I get so mad at myself, because it seems like the only way my body knows how to express emotion is through tears. But then, I remember that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and for some reason, God has given me a tender heart. Instead of fighting it, I need to just learn to appreciate it, for there are far worse things.
So here I am...sitting at the kitchen table, with little Lily in her highchair beside me. I can hear each tick of the clock. I have a million and one things I could be doing right now, but I wanted to write every last detail down from this very special morning. I miss my boys already, and from now until 2:50 seems like an eternity. I still have teary eyes, and I feel as emotional as I did when I was pregnant. I feel much like Josh did ths morning, sick and excited all wrapped up in a neat little ball int he pit of my stomach. I know the boys are having a great time, making new friends is something that comes very easy to both of them. As for me, I am going to enjoy a cup of coffee, and some Lily time.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wow...been a while since my last post!! We have been super busy these last few weeks and lots of excitement around the Parra Hacienda. School is about to start...three more days and the boys will begin in Belton. They are VERY excited...I am, well, excited, yet nervous, but I know all is well! We have already met their teachers, toured their schools, and purchased everything from khaki pants to jumbo glue sticks! As most of you know, I have very overactive tear ducts (thanks, Dad!), and I have already shed tears in front of Josh's teacher. Yes, I am going to be known as the emotional Mom...oh well...I was just fine, until she asked me if it was going to be difficult sending the boys to school (after homeschooling for three years)...it made me remember how my Mom used to take my temperature when I felt sick, and when she said, "Well, you have a fever", I would start crying, feeling so bad for myself...emotions...gotta love 'em...
The boys are handling it much better than I am, except Josh told me the other day that he's going to miss being with his brother all day. How sweet is that! They have been together for five years, non stop...day and night...for better AND for worse! haha...
So, we have been getting ready for school and soccer to start. We are also praying about a new door that has been presented to us (more on that one later), and getting ready for the Hispanic Campmeeting that will take place at our church in a few weeks!I get to take a break from the piano and sing with the Praise and Worship group, which I am really looking forward to! Lily is growing by leaps and bounds and we are excitedly anticipating her birthday in September. I can't believe she is almost one! She is such a blessing! She now has two teeth, with two more on the way, and she is crawling and pulling herself up on her crib. Lookout world...her curly locks are growing, and I am determined NOT to cut them...EVER...well, maybe a trim, but not for a VERY long time. Luis is plugging away at work and his courses...always taking advantage of every opportunity to better his skill at work.
Well, this entry is kind of sporadic, but that's how life has been lately. Hopefully, when we get back on schedule, my blogging with settle in again as well.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Stirring it up...
It's been a week of thunderstorms, high humidity, and high temperatures. The last thing anyone wants to do in those conditions is cut the lawn. Consequently, our usually well-manicured acre has turned in to somewhat of a weed sanctuary, complete with dandelions and fire ant mounds. Today, during a momentary break in the clouds, I mounted the riding lawnmower, and Luis armed himself with the trimmer and his safety glasses. I began with my usual cut of methodical geometric shapes in the front and back yard (what can I say, I AM, after all, the daughter of Richard Kellish!!). As I was "plowing" my way through the overgrown grass that had already gone to seed, I began to see all sorts of grasshoppers, butterflies, crickets jumping and fleeing for their lives. At that moment, God reminded me of this scripture:
2 Timothy 1:6(NIV) Therefore I remind you to stir up the gift of God which is in you through the laying on of my hands.
As I "stirred up" the neglected, forgotten grass, there was again new life breathed into my yard. Things that were hidden and lying dormant were now jumping and leaping with excitement. I began to think about how our gifts that the Lord has given us can become dry and bogged down by the overgrowth of dust, dirt and cobwebs of inactivity. If we don't use our gifts, they can become weak and fade into obscurity, never fulfilling the purpose for which it was given in the first place. Our gift isn't meant to be hidden inside us, but rather to be shared and used to touch the lives of others. Which then, in turn, breathes life into us all over again.
2 Timothy 1:6(NIV) Therefore I remind you to stir up the gift of God which is in you through the laying on of my hands.
As I "stirred up" the neglected, forgotten grass, there was again new life breathed into my yard. Things that were hidden and lying dormant were now jumping and leaping with excitement. I began to think about how our gifts that the Lord has given us can become dry and bogged down by the overgrowth of dust, dirt and cobwebs of inactivity. If we don't use our gifts, they can become weak and fade into obscurity, never fulfilling the purpose for which it was given in the first place. Our gift isn't meant to be hidden inside us, but rather to be shared and used to touch the lives of others. Which then, in turn, breathes life into us all over again.
Friday, July 30, 2010
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