It's the little things that count the most...

Today I got an email from a person whom I haven't spoken to in a few months. One that used to be a huge part of my family's life... but disappeared from it some time ago due to circumstances that could have been avoided, but simply weren't. Since that person has been absent, there has been a very noticable void in the space they used to occupy. Funny how just a few words can mend a wound that just a few moments before was still too deep to fix.

People grow up sometimes of their own accord and it just makes you very proud when you realize that you had a part in that journey. When in retrospect, the things that they attribute those good choices to were examples you set for them and advice that you offered.

Today, someone let me know that I helped to change them in a good way and that because I loved them enough to teach them the truth... they are becoming a better person. I can't help but feel good about that. I know that any credit I get should only be turned over to God because in times of influence.. I don't have the correct words, but He always does.... but i'd like to think that I played just a tiny role in assisting God's will in this person's life.

Their journey is just beginning... but hopefully they will keep taking baby steps in the right direction with a few friendly "nudges" from those that care.

Gotta love it when you witness the little things that matter most.

Every day is a new challenge.

So... my day starts not with a "'good morning" but with "MOM! Why are you still sleeping!?!" (At 7:30 am)

I love my children. I really do... but sometimes you just want to pull the covers back over your head and pretend they are still babies that can't talk. Remember those good ole' days when you stuck a pacifier in their mouth when they made noise and it shut them right up? My kingdom for a pacifier!

But it gets better!

Then the other one got up and because the first one was in such an obviously volitile mood, it didn't bode well for the sibling rivalry that we usually find so adorable. Today it has been WWIII, and my house is the battle ground. Neutral parties step aside because there will be casualties! (I knew that I was prone to mood swings, but I never dreamed that would rub off on my two sons. I guess this means that they will be evenly keeled adults, I hope?)

My kids really are very funny though. They make me laugh even when I am trying very hard to be upset with them. Their goofiness is infectious and it just makes you want to do it with them, even when you're 33 years old and society tells you that acting goofy isn't "acceptable" anymore.

We only live once though.. so I can only hope that my kids see me continuing to find my goofy side and they keep that with them, because life is so serious after you reach the age of 18 and that goofiness can help them in ways they never thought possible.

So stay goofy, boys... even if i'm getting onto you for it, you will later know that I was secretly laughing with you.

Happy Tuesday.

Welcome to my mess.

I got back from a 17 day vacation to find an email in my inbox from my good friend Jen. (Hi Jen) She had created a blog and suggested that her friends do the same, because it can be very theraputic. Well... I need LOTS of therapy so I came straight to the site, read her new blog, and started one myself.

We will see if it helps.

Today has been extremely hard for reasons that I choose not to get into on a public blog. I am in a position of helplessness, and that is never fun for anyone. I want to help with a situation, but there is simply nothing I can do. Hopefully a way to assist will present itself so that I won't feel so useless. In the meantime... my prayers will be with everyone involved. God knows our groanings and will provide sufficiently.

My time is limited, so my therapy must be cut short today. Check back for new developments.

Happy Monday, everyone...