HEART

For several years now, my oldest "baby" has expressed a desire to play football. (a mother's nightmare) I ask myself, why not golf, what about swimming.....something where your bones will stay in tact. I then realize that I, myself, was persuaded by an individual not to pursue my true desire as a career and now, well, now I work on computers. Not a bad job, just nothing that I have true passion for.

So, I decided, God gave each person our talents, our gifts of God. Who am I to determine what gifts God gave him. Peyton started his first year of football this past Saturday, and is at a week long football camp at night, and NOTHING makes me happier than watching him play. You see, he's always played soccer, he was always good but not great. I never saw his heart go into to it. Being a very competitive athlete myself, I always wanted to see that love for sports in my son.
Football is in my son's HEART!!! He busts his butt everyday, doing drills he never has done before and giving every bit of 100%. I get chills seeing my son's passion, his love pouring out, his devoted respectfulness to his team and coaches. I just have one question, did we have to be the COWBOYS?!

Peyton, you are graduating from my "baby" into an incredible young man. May your spirit stay alive and full and may it spread to others around you.

All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth.....

It's been 4 months and Walker has NO signs of his two front teeth coming in. When making his Christmas list we suggested his two front teeth should be top of his list!

Two front teeth were obviously not on the top of his Christmas list. A new big boy bike definitely is, however, he is willing to take it off if he can have one other thing, actually it's two somethings.

Yes, it is a baby sister Walker would love to have. At dinner the other night he sweetly rambled on about a baby sister, "but not just one Mommy, we need two baby sisters like Riley and I."

"Twins you mean?"

"Of course, that way we will have three boys and three girls and our family will be even. But don't worry Mommy, I will get them for Christmas so that way you never have to go to the hospital or anything like that."

"That's sweet Walker, but where would they sleep?"

"In Peyton's room because Riley and I already share a room."

"Baby, I think you already have a long list for Santa already made out, it's too late to change it this year."

"I'll take my big boy bike off the list, that would be o.k."

Thankfully he never changed his original list. I think by next year he will have decided that two baby sisters is not such a good idea, and we should keep our family just the way we have it.

Oh and I've decided no more spending time with his baby cousin Kate.....since this conversation came a day after spending a whole weekend with her! (just kidding JoJo, you can have them anytime!)

Thanksgiving:Children

CHILDREN

With Thanksgiving a week away, I have decided to do a week of blogging about 7 things I am thankful for. Being that I am a mother of 3 boys and a soon to be daughter (no, I am not pregnant...Tony has a 10 year old daughter) the first thing I am very thankful for is our CHILDREN.

It is all things about our CHILDREN I am thankful for:

* perfect little toes and feet

* beautiful smiles when you pick them up after a long day at work

* will to learn and try new things

* loving hearts

* summer vacations

* moods (cranky, happy, rambunctious,etc.) that make us grow as parents

* sweet spontaneous hugs

* well rehearsed school and church programs

* fears and their fearlessness

* need for us when they have a bad day

* funny sayings they don't even know they said

* conversations that are WAY older than they are

* Saturday morning sports games

* sweet smell after a nice bath

* pick up football games in the street

I am so thankful for Tony and my children. Thankful they are healthy, loving, spiritual, growing individuals setting out to do their own things!

Another Broken Promise

I watch my young boys eyes fill with disappointment and hurt as he hangs up the telephone,

Tears flow from yet another broken promise.

I wipe his tears, hold him tight, knowing the pain his heart feels.

I reassure my love to him and assure that I will never break a promise.

It does little, for he knows that is so. What he wants, is to know the one who has, will no more.

I can't sugar coat it, I can't promise it, I can't tell him it will change.

I must watch his heart become callous and tough, for one day, he will know to expect no more.

My stength through his sadness and pain, is our love, our Faith, and the keeping of our own promises.

His strength, is our love , his Faith, and a gradually toughening heart.

I go to my room, I shed my own tear and pray for my son's heart.