#rememberthem #lostson #mychildrenaremylife
Yep. Good days. We are having them and feeling God’s comfort and warmth. I’m more thankful than ever for every day the kids are with us. I always was but I guess I’m just more conscious of it than ever. Another 9 hour day of track that’s exhausting it well spent with some of the people I love dearly and after 9 years of having of 1-2 kids in track consistently it’s drawing to a close. I’ve also learned , after losing Cole, not to dread the busy days of running or long days of sitting all day to watch their minute or two of shining. It’s easy to not see that when you’re in the throes of parenting and maybe you have more kids to juggle at one time than feels doable. It’s okay. I promise. Just do it and enjoy it.
I’m trying really hard to no longer sweat the small stuff. Very hard for an OCD person. Had myself a good cry tonight. They’re getting ver random, but I think it’s because I’ve been keeping busy, How can I not? I have a senior and two kids running track. It’s definitely enough to mask and shove back things that could be going on in my head. So they pop out randomly when I have a slow moment.
#frizzy #raincurls #badhairday
It’s been an entire month. An entire 30+ days without our son. I’m doing okay. I’m doing better. But, yesterday I saw something and my impulse was to call him to ask him about it and within a split second I realized I couldn’t. That was a hard moment but one that was going to happen.
For the first time in over a month the corner of my counter is empty. For weeks it sat there with lists of people to send thank yous to, checks and money from people to forward to the charities and other things to take care of. Don’t get me wrong. We’re still dealing with things of his to close out and take care of that just takes time but it’s dwindling down and allowing my thoughts to not be constantly reminded and consumed in utter sadness all of the time.
I still have a little trouble with finding joy. The track meets are hard. I haven’t gotten back to yelling at and for everyone but I’m going and I’m clapping to cheer the kids on. And when I go downstairs I get to see his favorite hats hanging where nothing was ever hung before and instead there was just emptiness that seemed awkward. Deer mounts on the wall that he begged me to hang while he was traveling and a jersey framed that he loved. All things that can now make me smile and think of him.
#missyou. #lostson #tryingtoheal
It was haircut morning a few weeks ago. Ugh. It’s time again since the hair on the heads of the guys in this house grows FAST!! But I had always cut hair out of necessity since everyone was young to save money. Could you imagine for 4 guys how much it would cost monthly? Now they just prefer I do it. We had a friend doing it and she did a great job but she decided she didn’t want to cut hair anymore. The girls don’t get theirs cut often but when they do it’s chunks like this. And the shades of hair in this house crack me up. We just need red.
#haircuts #savemoney #monthlysavings
I could post another sad post. That’s most of my days sprinkled by sun peaking out a little at a time.
Here’s the sun for our 18 year old. She waited patiently and kept looking and finally found something nice that she could afford and should hopefully last her. Fingers crossed.
She bought this with cash! She saved everything she’s made and spent some on this car and her first full coverage insurance payment. Yes, she’s still in high school but we teach the kids about real life. When she runs out of tuition money between scholarships and savings we’ll start helping her where we can. But she’s always had a job just like her sister and brothers before her. She loves her Naveen! I hope he lasts all through college and beyond so she can buy her second car with cash and know the joy of not having those loans if possible.
#carisdone #rhondaisgone #teachkidsfinances #teachkidsresponsibility
I woke up this morning to this song in my head. I hadn’t heard it in so long. I have no idea what I was dreaming about or why this song. Before I went to bed last night I prayed to dream of Cole. I can usually remember at least one dream per night. I don’t remember any dreams of him last night. But this song makes me wonder. Was he sending the song to me? It’s fairly fitting for everything that happened. I’m trying not to question why it had to happen. I have all of the videos and photos in my head that I replay over and over again to hear his voice and see him. I probably always will.
#missmyson #grief #talktoangels
