Why does a child act like a child? Could it be because they are a child...

 

Alright, quick update.

For those of you who follow this blog,

it occurred to me that you probably think,

awww, what a beautiful family,

how perfect...

Well,

yes, we have a 'real' beautiful family,

with the emphasis on real!

We are not perfect

and never will be.

We have stubborn strong willed children that go through phase after phase

just like you...

Given the chance to observe our family,
you would probably recognize...
the 'my parents are so mean' phase,

the 'dare devil' phase,

the 'whats an inside voice' phase,
or

the more subtle,
'at least my parents have one good child' phase.

However,
let's not forget

the 'tattle tell',

the adorable little 'liar'
and
my personal, all time favorite
'so and so is so lucky because they have the best parents alive' phase...

These phases eventually progress to the more sophisticated stages of young adulthood

such as the 'know it all' stage,

the 'my parents are so stupid, it's embarrassing' stage,

the 'I'm going to be so much more sophisticated than my country bumpkin parents' stage,

ultimately concluding with

the 'I'm sure I was switched at birth because these people cannot have birthed such an awesome creation of nature as me' stage...

I tell you all this to remind you that children are not adults,

they can not think and reason like adults 

and this is normal...

Someday they will be adults,

and it will come sooner than you expect...

At that time, it will bring with it an easy camaraderie and an immense sense of pride.

Until that time, hang in there and

remember,

why does a child act like a child...

well,

because they are a child!

 

Love and enjoy them...
through their eyes the world is much more beautiful and magical...

Where did the time go? Ode to Nate the Great...

Where did the time go?

I am not very sure.

It slipped through my hands,

faded out the door.

 

It wasn't very long ago,

I caught you in my arms.

A laughing young boy,

 with innocent charms.

Where did the time go?

Goodbye, magic age,

 my fair blonde boy,

has grown tall and sage.

Computers and games,

 replaced trains and things.

A World of Warcraft

battle reigns.

Gone the boy

 in OshKosh blues,

Now in hipster jeans,

and mosh pits too.

Where did the time go?

I confess I do not know,

but the greatest joy of all

has been watching you grow.

We love you Nathan,

:)

Mom and Dad

Easter's promise... He has risen; He has risen indeed!

I came across a poem that was read at a funeral a few years back. This reading occurred for me during a particularly raw time of my life. My own mother had just died and I was sorting through the wealth of emotions which accompanies such a loss. I felt then and feel now that this piece speaks volumes about our lives and eventual deaths... I am posting it for safe keeping.

A Death Has Occurred by Paul Irion... 

A death has occurred and everything is changed.

We are painfully aware that life can never be the same again,

that yesterday is over,

that relationships once rich,

 have ended.

But there is another way to look upon this truth.

If life now went on the same,

without the presence of the one who has died,

we could only conclude that the life we remember made no contribution,

filled no space,

meant nothing.

The fact that our loved one left behind a place that cannot be filled

 is a high tribute to this individual.

Life can be the same after a trinket has been lost,

but never after the loss of a treasure.

~

I would be remiss not to add that Easter
assures us all of the promise of the resurrection.
An eternal home for all God's treasures...

He has risen,
He has risen indeed!

What will matter is not your success but your significance.... ~Michael Josephson

   
       Well, it is official; I'm finished with graduate school! How and when it happened I'm not really sure... Now before you go assuming I have started taking drugs or simply lost my poor, ever-loving mind, I assure you I have not. What did happen though, I was somewhat unprepared for, exhaustion, sheer and absolute exhaustion. I don't think I realized how tired, stressed, and overwrought I had become.

   
       Fortunately I had time to rest somewhat by only working one job for a few weeks. By the time I rang in the new year with the kids, I had begun to feel more refreshed and relaxed. I actually couldn't remember the last time I had felt this way. It is safe to assume I have been running on empty for a while...

   
       So, how did I make it, survive, finish? I'm not entirely sure! It was not a perfect landing or a particularly graceful finish but there are times we must just be thankful for a job completed. I finished with a 3.8846. Yes, I know it down to the last decimal place! I had hoped to pull a 4.0 but with work, well, I guess I should be proud. More than the grades however, I am thankful for the education I received. My teachers at Charleston Southern University were phenomenal. The program itself was amazing. My family deserves the degree as much as me, as do my colleagues and friends.

    
       I have started my new job as a pediatric nursing instructor; yay! My goal is to stay prn at the clinic too. I want to stay relevant, current and passionate about what I do. I feel that students often sense a disconnect when instructors don't maintain their clinical expertise or have lost their joy. Plus, where would I get all the riveting stories and experiences? Minus the names and identifying information, of course ;)

       I have an office!!! Silly, I know but this is so exciting to me. Currently though I feel as if I'm trying desperately to 'hurry up' and get comfortable and capable at my new job. I am not used to being the one without the expertise! This will come however, so in the mean time I must practice patience. Everyone has been so welcoming and awesome.
    
       I have applied to a PhD program; this satisfies the nerd in me :) So we shall see what the future holds...

"And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us..." Hebrews 12:1

 

I think I must know some of how a marathon runner must feel. 

While I am not and never will be a runner, I have watched as they cross the finish line and collapse in utter exhaustion, 

struggling for breath, 

elated and winded. 

Empty of everything but the joy of a task completed, 

a goal accomplished, 

the dream finally a reality. 

Friday I will cross the finish line. 

I will have my Masters in Nursing Education. The reality has not quite settled upon me yet. 

Though I comprehend it, it still seems far away, 

surreal.

I have kept my head down and my eyes on the path right in front of me for so long, finally I can look up, if I but will...

Lovely...

I admit it, I love beautiful things...

and beautiful words. 

This is a quote from Albert Einstein...

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. 

It is the source of all true art and science. 

He to whom the emotion is a stranger, 

who can no longer pause and stand wrapped in awe, 

is as good as dead; 

his eyes are closed."

Lovely...

Life is hard, but 'pause' to stand in awe,
Keep your eyes and heart open...

Sometimes organizing reveals delicious surprises...tucked away in the recesses of my computer an amazing Pixie...

Browsing the dim back corner

Of a musty antique shop

Opened an old book of poetry

Angels flew out from the pages

I caught the whiff of a soul

The ink seemed fresh as today

Was that voices whispering?

The tree of the paper still grows.

~Pixie Foudre

I love this...sometimes we all just need to be swisked away on angels wings... ;)