Our son, Ben, graduated from the West Point Prep School last weekend (USMAPS).
Being the practical mom that I am, I am inclined to hop in the car with the Captain for a simple trip where just the two of us run up to attend the festivities and bring him home. But, as his nickname implies, Captain Fun wanted to take the crew along. (Family fun would be scarce without him, I know.)
We took all who were available and could afford to miss a few days of school--the four youngest kids and Grandma.
Today is Silas' 8th birthday and Mom Dot, at age 88, recalled (completely from memory, I might add) a poem she wrote many years ago for another little boy's birthday. You will see, it is a perfect fit.
Eight years ago today
A mighty hero came our way
With fist tight-clenched
And face of red
"I'll take you on, old world,"
Through the years
He has kept his vow.
Though sometimes ill, often afraid
He seldom faltered, never swayed.
We know that in the years to come
Once again my guest blogger is my daughter in law, Becky.
My son and his wife inspire me with their minimalist lifestyle. I like what it represents: less work, less stress, less chaos. I'm just trying to figure out how to do it with this crew.
I have desired for years to sort, to simplify, to shrink the amount of stuff. Becky's blogs have put words to it and shown me that it is attainable. And it makes good sense.
Can't get it to go live for some reason, but it's worth the time to paste it into your browser.
Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals. Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2015.
I will not scold happy noise.
I will, without apology, be the nutrition, hygiene, and screen police.
I will increase book and board game time and decrease screen time in my home.
I will not tolerate back talk in any form, includingduh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.
I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother.
Sitting in church last Sunday, I inspected our seats to see if eight of the ten kids had arrived. (Hope was in the nursery, and our oldest and his wife are still sparring with winter in frozen North Dakota.) One, two, three....six, seven, eight. My eyes followed to the end where Captain Fun, my husband of 28 years, finished off the row. Every single chair was occupied by a Sims.
Suddenly, I was struck with the wonder of it: There it is. What I have wanted since I was nine years old.