Crazy and educational and emotional. So complex that it has actually been simple.
Sweet summertime. Heat. Sunshine. Water. Coolers. Swimsuits. Giggles. Sleepovers. Creeks. Camping trips. Smiles. Splashes. Changes. Evolution of Characters and Faces. Growing. Music. Family Time. Road Trips. Work. Cutting Ties. Letting go. Holding on. Starting Fresh. Movies. Babies. Life. Beautiful.
I've watched my children more closely than usual the last two months. Spent more time working one on one with them and their behavior and character development. It is scary, that two of the most talented and beautiful spirits I've ever known, are being molded by someone as free spirited and stubborn as myself. It's even scarier seeing their changes take such an amazing path in the direction of free spirits. Driven and strong willed. Positive and naive all at once.
My daughter reminded me a week or so ago that she would be nine in January and that my job would be halfway done, she was halfway to nineteen. As any mother would do, I reminded her that my job would never be done. I was right, I know. It's just her face when she oversteps her boundaries as a child, taking on adult concerns, that worries me. It only worries me because I know she worries as a result. It does however, let me know that she is entirely capable of comprehension and organization in her mind. She's very driven to better herself and much more so to better the attitudes of those around her. I see so much of myself in her, that sometimes, it's hard to distinguish where I end emotionally and where she begins. I'm still, per say, learning to let go - in a sense.
My son has taken on a personality all his own. It's been absolutely amazing watching his interests develop and shine through. All boy. All outside the box. Bugs, knives, outdoorsy, tempting fate with random stunts, sweaty and active. He's 100% testosterone and 100% mommies boy. I've never seen a seven year old boy so tender-hearted and giving. Full of concern for everyone around him. Well, except for his sister when she drinks his Dr. Peppers. That's a whole 'nother ball game for that little fellow. His current obsession with his love for Alabama football and his torn attachment to his Uncle's Auburn hat has proven to be a trial over the last 24 hours. I just keep telling myself he'll out grow it. He's adopted a pet turtle and named it Jordan. What type of turtle hisses at sounds? I'm almost positive his fear of this new attraction will fade, preferably before he gets his finger bit off. ;)
This mom is still mom. She still works too much, over analyzes too often, and relaxes too little. After all, they'll be time for that down the road, right?
Stay tuned, we're making memories this summer. Some pretty darned good ones at that. ;)
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