It has been a while since I have posted. This is partly because I’ve been very busy, but also because my mind is such a whirl of activity that I don’t know where to begin.
In the middle of the night my eyes will pop open and the thoughts start to tumble. Often they are thoughts of things I need to do, sometimes they are thoughts of worries, there are times I pray myself back to sleep. The power of prayer is totally underestimated.
Right now in the middle of preparations for Thanksgiving celebrations, I find myself thinking about all that I have to be thankful for. The list is very long.
My family tops the list. They are the best. Jim and I have gotten closer as the years have passed. We work hard and enjoy being together. My only complaint is that he spoils me and does things for me that I should be doing myself. Pretty silly, huh.
We used to spend a lot of our time with the grandkids. As they’ve gotten older, that has changed. Our kids and grandkids are busy getting on with their lives. I miss my time with them, but am luckier than many in that we still see them often.
I also reflect on the fact that three of our grandkids are now teenagers. How is that possible?!?! They are great kids and I am very proud of them – and proud of my kids at the great job they are doing raising their families and teaching them the right way to live.
I woke up the other night with the thought in my mind that “my kids are my legacy”. I even wrote it down because so often I have thoughts at odd times of things I want to blog about and then when it is time to blog, I cannot remember what it was… I’ll bet you’ve all been there!
So the next morning I saw the note that my kids are my legacy and I had to shake my head no. That is so wrong. My kids are not my legacy. My life and the impact I have on the world – both good and bad – is my legacy.
I told you my mind is overflowing!
I planned on posting a video of Travis wrestling, but it is still uploading. So we will have to make do with a picture. Travis is in the black t-shirt. He pinned his guy in all three of his matches.
The other thing I want to share with you is some pictures from last week’s Grandparents Day at Allen’s school. Allen’s school went all out. They had a program where each class did something. Allen’s second grade class said the days of the week and number first in English and then in Spanish. It was great. They then treated us to huge cookies and punch. They assured me that all calories were removed from those cookies. Thank goodness.
We also went to grandparent’s day at Dakota’s and Austin’s school. It was quite a different experience. I’ll have to admit that I felt like we were in the way and they couldn’t wait to get rid of us. It wasn’t the kids’ fault. They were excited to have us there. But nothing was planned. We were invited to be there at 7:30 in the morning. The kids showed us their classroom and projects they were working on. Then at 8:00 the principal came over the intercom asking all grandparents and special friends to leave. It was so very strange. Jim went to Austin’s classroom and I went to Dakota’s. Dakota’s teacher didn’t even get up from her desk to greet us. It was like she was very uncomfortable with us being there. Is this the difference between a small town school and a larger (by no means big city) school? I don’t think so. I think it is the difference between a principal who cares and one who doesn’t.I certainly didn’t plan on this being such a long post. I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. We live in a wonderful country and although times are hard for some, we all have a lot to be thankful for!