I took a day off work yesterday, to keep my grandson. I had such big plans for the day. I was thinking that a trip to the zoo or the park would be on the agenda. I have a kite in my garage just waiting for a little boy to fly it. There was sand to dig in and chalk to draw with and when all of that was done-there were bubbles to blow. I also thought that while he napped, one or two things would happen. My first option was to write a blog on this site and to do some work on the singles ministry as a whole. The option that my friends suggested was to nap with him. Well, to my surprise (probably no one else's) none of this happened. We played cars and trains and watched the Wiggles and a million other cartoons. We ran a couple of errands and he napped.
It was a blessed day! My normally clean house still has toys and mainly stickers everywhere. I LOVE IT!
Looking back, it dawned on me that my youngest son was Blane's age when his dad and I divorced. (He is 24 now). I looked back at the struggle to pay the bills with no child support coming in. I remembered what it was like to feel like the only thing I had said to the kids, at the end of a long day, was negative. But mainly I remember the joy of watching them grow up and the pride at the young men and young woman that they turned out to be.
It was a long, often tiring journey but one so full of adventure and hope and love. Would I have preferred to have taken this road with their dad, of course. We have the choice to see what we didn't have and there is a long list. I choose to see what I did have. I had bosses that loved me and my kids enough to let me be a mom first and an employee second. I had a community of support including my family. The men in the church and the teachers at the school, helped to mold my kids into being who they are. The Christian foundation that runs through the roots of our family tree also gave them strength and wisdom when I didn't have any and a support system that gives unconditional love and allows for the mistakes that we as humans make and stands us back on our feet to face the next challenge.
It was an extremely blessed day!
It was a blessed day! My normally clean house still has toys and mainly stickers everywhere. I LOVE IT!
Looking back, it dawned on me that my youngest son was Blane's age when his dad and I divorced. (He is 24 now). I looked back at the struggle to pay the bills with no child support coming in. I remembered what it was like to feel like the only thing I had said to the kids, at the end of a long day, was negative. But mainly I remember the joy of watching them grow up and the pride at the young men and young woman that they turned out to be.
It was a long, often tiring journey but one so full of adventure and hope and love. Would I have preferred to have taken this road with their dad, of course. We have the choice to see what we didn't have and there is a long list. I choose to see what I did have. I had bosses that loved me and my kids enough to let me be a mom first and an employee second. I had a community of support including my family. The men in the church and the teachers at the school, helped to mold my kids into being who they are. The Christian foundation that runs through the roots of our family tree also gave them strength and wisdom when I didn't have any and a support system that gives unconditional love and allows for the mistakes that we as humans make and stands us back on our feet to face the next challenge.
It was an extremely blessed day!
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