Sometimes The Sound Is Deafening

The morning is gray and still and it feels like rain is in the air, but who knows, that can change in a second around here. A Monday in mid-July, that is the beginning of a cool spell that is to arrive in the area. Not to offend all my summer, heat loving, friends but, the thought occurred to me this morning that October is less than three months away. My favorite time of the year. Not too hot, and not too cold, as Goldilocks would say, “just right”.

Weeks passing and months passing and I mull that over on the way back from the barn.

Time doesn’t stop. The moments speed along whether I’m “in” the moment or not. Although I love Fall, I am not ready for it to get here yet. This Fall brings changes to my life, and to those that I love. My son starts his freshman year of college in late August. He will be roughly four hours away in the land of frozen tundra (Michigan to those who don’t know). I am thrilled for him, and he has earned this chapter of his life…but, things will change. I’m not sure yet how I feel about that. Sigh.

My daughter begins her senior year in high school. The year will consist of finishing classes, ACT testing, senior pictures, filling out applications, and making a decision about a college or career. The culmination of years of work will be graduation. When she walks across the stage it will be both the beginning of a new chapter for her, and the end of mine and my husband’s days as parents of school age kids.

Everyone is an adult now. Being independent, making their own decisions. Our oldest son, is already out on his own, making his way in the world, and living with his own choices.

Time ticks off the minutes and sometimes the sound is deafening.

One of my favorite authors, Ann Voskamp, says that in order to slow down time one needs to see the moments and be thankful. When we are thankful we enjoy the time more, we see things more clearly, and are grateful to God who gave us this life.


Today I am thankful for: 

*beautiful glowing super moon that lit up the yard with its light last night

*giving belly rubs to the dogs

*a cat in the lap

*a new way of eating that makes me feel so much better and healthier

*ripe summertime tomatoes

*fresh blueberries

*HGTV marathons:)

*inside jokes with my husband

*my husband, who loves me….even when I am feeling unloveable

*kids that are no longer kids….my children, all grown up

*gray morning sky

*turning back toward the house after getting the mail, and being awestruck by the azure sky and white clouds

*stopping in the driveway and raising my arms in the air, so overwhelmed with the beauty of nature, and yelling “THANK YOU, GOD” at the top of my lungs…. my voice echoing back to me off the side of the metal barn. I believe God has a sense of humor and no one can convince me otherwise. I think after that outburst God gave me a fist bump. 🙂





Throwback Thursday











This picture was taken seven years ago…..

I look back at the kids and they look so young.

I laugh out loud at their crazy antics.















Time goes by so quickly…..

Row The Boat, Ashore….

Lakeville funnel cloud

Image by soozums via Flickr

It’s raining. A lot. Again.

This Spring has been wet and volatile.

At least there have been no funnel clouds in sight. Yet.

Even though I love to watch the tornado documentaries, I don’t want to be IN one.

Just sayin’.

I have to drive two of my kiddos to a town that is an hour away.

For some academic testing.

That happens each year, at this time.

The test proves how brilliant they are.

Really. I’m not lying.

They are.

Of course, they have wonderful teachers.

I love homeschooling:)

Well, I had better go.

Stuff to do before we leave

I hope this trip doesn’t call for an ark….or red ruby slippers and a trip to Kansas.

I’m Not Bald Yet

Math problem M.2 (Grade 8) Thailand # Solution2

Image by arjin j via Flickr

I was planning on doing a wonderful blog on President Bush’s new book, Decision Points. I was thinking informative. Captivating. Maybe some humor thrown in for good measure. Yep. It was all planned…in my mind.

Then life happened.

This is how my day actually went:

1. Overslept.

2. Almost tripped going to the bathroom.

3. The bathroom vent bird fluttered and carried on and scared me a little bit. (I’m thinking that a gang of small birds are finding their way into my family’s attic. Either that or we’ve got bats in the belfry–and if you think for one red hot New York minute that I’m checking THAT out, well you’ve got another thing comin’. Because I know that bats are just little vampires in disguise.)

4. I was grinding my own coffee beans and managed to spill half of it on the counter while attempting to get it in the coffee pot. Okay. Trying this again.

5. I went grocery shopping and as I’m walking out of the store, loaded down with massive amounts of food and junk…it begins to rain and the wind blows and I’m shoveling stuff into the van, and did I mention it was raining and I didn’t have my jacket on, and it was cold too. So, yeah. Bummer for me.

6. On the way home I listened to Rush Limbaugh. ( I know you either love him or hate him. I love him. Don’t say anything nasty to me. To each their own, people.)

7. So as I’m listening I’m getting riled up….what is the deal with the TSA guys at the airport doing pat downs on people’s crotches? I mean really, people. Is this what it’s coming down to? Is everyone going to be molested at the airport now? Whether you are an 80 year old grandpa, or a 10 year old school girl? For the love of pete! I might have to blog about this subject later, after I’ve calmed down a bit.

8. I tried to feed the cats without the dogs eating their food. The dogs are crazy. But, I’m crazier.

9. I helped my son with his algebra assignment tonight. After an hour of mathematical torture we were both getting a bit slap happy.

10. This is when I started singing to him in the kitchen…a song I made up about algebra. It made absolutely no sense. And I’m okay with that.

It was either laugh or pull my hair out….and I kinda like my hair, so I laughed.

In 1983 I Was A Sophomore

When my son was small he asked me, “What is this thing?” ,as he held up a record. “It looks like the biggest CD ever!” As I explained to him what a record was I began to feel like an ancient artifact. For cryin’ out loud. Later when he was in school he had to decide where he would like to go if given a time machine. He said, “Way back to the 80’s”. I wish I could tell you he meant the 1880’s…but no, he meant the 1980’s. I told him I could tell him anything he wanted to know, just ask. I was there. Aaahhhh…the mind of an 8 year old.

It is now seven years later. He doesn’t ask me those questions anymore, but he does say stuff like “back in the day”, or “you know Mom, when you were young”. It makes me feel so good to hear my son discussing my childhood as if it was during the Stone Ages. Yeah, Fred Flintstone and I were tight.

I tell him that I was fifteen once.  In 1983. A sophomore in high school. Times were good….and if I’m feeling particularly honest, yes, it does seem like a million years ago. I want to know where the time went? When did it sneak up on me? When did I stop listening to music too loud, worried about my fashion sense, had to have the permed hair, read Seventeen magazine, talked to my friends on a REAL phone, and could stay up all night at slumber parties? When was the girl replaced with a woman?

Sometimes I look at my teenage children and I have to smile. They think I’m old. But….I haven’t forgotten what it was to be young and goofy.  There are plenty of things I remember…and stories that I will just keep to myself. Thank you very much. My kids aren’t going to be with me much longer. Not really. Soon they will be gone, off to discover their new world of young adulthood. Having their own adventures. Meeting new people. Making their own decisions. Part of me wants to sit them down and tell them that they need to pay attention! Don’t be stupid. One day they too will be 42 years old, looking back…wondering where the time went. I’m sure my mom felt the same way about me. Knowing my mom, I’d say she did a lot of praying during the 80’s.

Sigh. Life is short. It goes  by way to fast. The years fly. One day you are in the drivers seat looking out at the road that lays ahead…and than you find yourself, on occasion, looking in the rear view mirror. Not that you want to go back, because there is still a lot of road ahead to travel, but it is nice to remember.

Truthfully, I wouldn’t want to go back to high school. I enjoyed it while there but, each stage of life has had its good points and its bad points. Being in my 40’s isn’t so bad. I am old enough to be able to share my wisdom with others, and still young enough to have my wits about me. It’s a good combination:)

In the meantime, I will discuss with my kids the merits of good personal hygiene, going to bed at a decent time, having a good work ethic and how to cook. Their future spouses will appreciate me.