That is my favorite song right now--the song by Billy Ray Cyrus and his daughter, Miley aka Hannah Montana. My girls are just in love with her and I am crazy about her, too. There are so few positive role models for girls their age these days and she's a pretty good one. And the fact that her dad is someone I like and not hard to look at makes it all the easier! LOL
But this song he wrote for her is about her growing up, having her own dreams and getting ready to be out on her own and him knowing that it's what's best for her but at the same time wanting so badly to hang onto her. I know EXACTLY what he's feeling!
Dylan is driving now and it's yet another reminder of how my baby boy is almost a grownup! And if the next three years fly by like the last fifteen, I don't know how I'll handle it when he is ready to leave the nest. My God, where did the time go? Didn't I just bring him home from the hospital yesterday? I am so not ready for this. What am I going to do with myself when all my babies are gone? My mom is finding this out now as my youngest sister just moved out. How she is functioning daily is another of God's miracles.
I know He has a plan for each of my children and I am so excited to see it unfold in their lives but at the same time, I want to make the most of the time He has given me with them. I wonder every day what kind of job I have done, am doing and will do. Everything we do as parents writes on the slate of who these precious children are going to be. Will they remember when we lost our tempers and spanked them in anger, screamed at them to be quiet so we could watch some stupid show or made a careless comment about how much money they cost us? Or will they remember the countless hours spent at the ball field in the freezing cold, the sleepless nights when they were puking and running a fever, or all the hours spent baking cookies, doing crafts, driving to vacation, playing in the backyard or snuggling under the covers with a book. God I pray I've done more good than harm and that I continue to be mindful of what a blessing it is to be their mom.
I got to see my "baby" boy wrestle this week. He did not win but he is so good. He doesn't go down easily! Not sure how he got to be such a scrapper!
And my girls placed 2nd again in the Gingerbread House competition!
That's about all that's new with us. Have a blessed week!
Wow, Michelle! Those wrestling pictures sure take me back! I was so sad when Mike gave up wrestling for cross country (and not because I was leaving a comfy gym for the cold, rainy outdoors, either). Wrestling is such a good sport, where they learn discipline and sportsmanship. Was Coach Robo his coach? Coach Robo is the best!!
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