You are starting your second year of being a teenager. I see a few little signs of teenagedom sneaking in. You love to stay up late and sleep in late. Ok, that’s always been you. I also hear and see you push back with your attitude. That can be challenging. Most of the time you think you’re being funny – most of the time it’s just annoying. But really, if that’s all I can complain about, it ain’t much!
You are still hilarious. I love your sense of humor and your quick wit. You have the best one liners and great timing. I hope you always keep your great humor.
You are still athletic. You played varsity volleyball this fall. It was a big leap up for you. It would have been easy to keep you on JV where you probably would’ve been the star player. But in order for you to grow you needed to be pushed. You’ve shown a lot of growth. Your coach has said you’re going to be a beast on the court. Up next will be varsity softball. I can’t wait to see what happens on the field!
You still love all things Harry Potter. I am amazed at your memory and recall. You remember the tiniest of characters and quotes. You’ve added some other things to your fandoms. You love Stitch from Lilo & Stitch. You love P!ATD (Panic! At The Disco). You pretty much love all music – I’ll give your older sister the credit for introducing you to a lot of bands and artists.
You have a lot of friends. It’s safe to say that every friend, teacher, and coach has said that you are kind. I’m so glad that you have that quality. Keep it. It’s rare in this world.
For your birthday celebration this year we took you and a few friends to Castles ‘n’ Coasters. You spent a few hours riding coasters and viking boats. At the end you all decided to tackle the ropes course. You didn’t make it very far. That’s okay – you tried.
I am so proud of who you are – who you choose to be. I’m excited to watch you grow this coming year.
I love you!
During a quiet moment this morning I read this blog post. By the time I made it to the bottom of the post my heart was in prayer. Thanking God for the growth I’ve seen in my teens this last year, particularly The Boy. Last year school was a struggle – a dark place – no hope – despair. This year the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders and he springs from the car and heads into school. I give all thanks to God.
I think of the coming year and I know it won’t be all roses – there will be thorns. I asked God to remind me to turn them over to Him. He has His hand on them; He is with them no matter how far they travel – no distance is too great.
Thank you God for your faithfulness even when my faith is little. Thank you God for Your strength even when I am weak. Thank you God for Your Spirit that guides me even when I am lost. Thank you God for Your freedom even when sin holds me captive.
Did you wake up this morning feeling like an adult? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
I don’t know that my heart is ready to let you go. You’ll always be my little three year old with the smudged glasses and pigtails. I have so many wishes and dreams for your future.
I want you to be optimistic and hopeful. The road ahead of you will be filled with twists and turns and curves and bumps and detours. Don’t despair; remember where your Hope comes from.
I want you to be kind and loving. People will mistreat you, they will be rude and mean, they are hurting and broken. Don’t stoop to their level; remember who Loved you first.
I want you to be faithful. Stand up for what you believe in. Don’t settle for less than the Truth; remember who is True.
There is so much more I want for you – much of it you have already accomplished or already are… intelligent, funny, compassionate, confident, beautiful. Travel, try new things, explore, be daring (but safe). Change the world, leave your mark!
I am incredibly proud of you. I love you with my whole heart.
Today you are an adult, my daughter, my best friend.
Happy 17th Birthday Chickie!
How is it possible that you’re 17? When I picture you in my mind you’re about 3 or 4 years old, with chubby cheeks, short red hair, and smudged glasses… I guess the only difference is that you’ve gotten taller 😉
You are a beautiful young lady. There are so many things that you are passionate about… your cave, animals, music, friends, Netflix, reading, Dutch Bros, sarcasm, babies <– not your own, other people’s babies! People often tell me how impressed they are that you volunteer in the toddler room and that you’re good at it. I love to see you interact with them.
This year the training wheels are coming off. That’s scary for me. I want to shelter and protect you from all the nasty, hurtful stuff in the world. But, I love you. And I want to give you time and space to encounter the world while still in the safety of our home. A chance to try new things. I know that you will fail. And I want to be the safety net that will catch you, reassure you, and help you get back on your feet. I am praying for grace for both of us this year. I’m trying to let go – I promise. Just try not to fly too fast or too high – okay?
Have fun your senior year. Get involved. Try new things. Don’t have regrets. Be fierce.
I love you so much. I am incredibly proud of you.
I read this blog post today:
Jenny and Victor lost their dear Meemaw and Jenny wrote a beautiful post. Her story so reminded me of my own Grandma… She used to tell us stories all the time. Stories about growing up as the daughter of the town sheriff… One year for her birthday she didn’t have enough friends to play a game of softball so her dad let out some of the guys in jail to play ball with her and her friends. Or another time when her mom was out of town and she was the one responsible for cooking the meals for the prisoners… they asked when her mom was coming back! Lol! Or another time when she was watching her younger brother, Cliff, while her parents were out on a date. They came home after everyone was in bed and they couldn’t find Cliff. They finally found him in the “drunk tank” curled up with the town drunk. Yes, she grew up in a very small midwestern town.
My favorite story involved my brother and a snake. I always used to ask her to tell me the story of Johnny and the Snake. Sadly, I don’t remember much of the story any more. Just that my brother got bit by a snake that my grandma wasn’t familiar with so she walked down the road with him asking random people (?) if the snake was poisonous.
Towards the end of my Grandma’s life she lived in a care home. On one of my last visits with her she laid down on the couch (or davenport as she would say) and put her head in my lap. I gently rubbed her face and closed eyes in a manner that the two of us called The Sandman. She used to do that to me to put me to sleep and now it was my turn to love on her. As I rubbed her face I asked her to please tell me the story of Johnny and the Snake. She replied to me, “Oh, I think you remember it better than I do… you tell it to me.”
I have so many wonderful memories with my grandma but I think that one is my favorite.
That title is a bit misleading… it really should be Top Five of the Moment. I have a love affair with books and my my top favorites are always rotating. I very, very rarely re-read books – even my favorite ones. I find that a bit odd. I mean, if I love the book so much why wouldn’t I want to visit my literary friends again? I actually do know why. My mind never stops going – even when I’m reading. Which means that when I’m re-reading something my brain is saying, “Oh, I remember this part… this is when XYZ happens and next ABC is going to happen.” It’s like going to the movies with someone who has already seen the movie and they give you a play-by-play while you’re watching. Annoying.
Here are my current Top Five (of the Moment) that I will probably never re-read.
1. The Dark Tower series by Stephen King
I don’t read much King any more. In fact I don’t recall the last one that I read. But back in the day… hoo-boy! he was my fave! And the Tower Series?? King included so many other characters, places, story lines… even himself! I loved it!
2. The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling
Do I really have to explain why this is a favorite? She weaves a compelling story using beautiful, well-rounded characters. And it’s just plain out fun to read.
3. Modoc and Zamba both by Ralph Helfer
I love elephants and this is a true story about the greatest elephant that ever lived; Modoc. Unbelievable story. I wish I could have met her. Zamba is the story of Ralph’s lion. Amazing. Again, I wish I could have met him. Epic stories – both of them.
4. Half Broke Horses: A True Life Story by Jeannette Walls
This story is a biographical story of Jeannette’s grandmother growing up in the West. Most of it takes place in early Arizona; Flagstaff and Phoenix. The opening chapter had me hooked… who was this girl that recognized impending doom and saved her brother and then at 14 got on her horse and rode from Texas to Arizona by herself? Life was so different back then. Jeannette’s first book Glass Castles is the biographical story of her mother and herself. I found it to be depressing but still interesting. I chose to read her books in chronological order rather than the order in which she wrote them. It made more sense to me.
5. I’m not quite sure at the moment. I recently finished up a few books and while they were captivating I don’t know that they really qualify for the Top Five (of the moment) list. So really this post should be titled Top Four (of the moment). Sorry I lied.
Ah, beauty. It’s so mysterious and so personal. What I see as beauty may not be what you see. And then of course, a beautiful person may not be pretty at all but have a beautiful soul that shines though their exterior.
I find beauty to be comfortable and confident. Personally I feel comfortable when my clothes fit properly and the style reflects my personality. I feel confident when my skin is flawless and my hair behaves. That sounds so shallow but it’s the truth. I am less confident when I have a blemish or when I’m wearing jeans that are a bit too tight or a top that feels frumpy.
The beauty that I see in others though is different. I see beauty in different shapes, sizes, colors, genders. I see beauty as someone being themselves. Being strong. Being brave. Being ordinary. When the light filters through their hair just so. When something catches them unaware and they crack up laughing. When they are quiet.
It is so hard to see the beauty in myself and so much easier to see it in others. Perhaps that’s the way it should be or we would all be like the Greek god Narcissus. I think we should tell people when we see their beauty.