a gorgeous day for some golf! way to go, connor.
southern college tour with this one! she loved both university of alabama and samford university. got to see everything from azaleas and antebellum mansion sorority houses to fake body parts and blood. #thirdchild #rolltide #bama #samforduniversity #nursingschool #spring
Happy birthday (also) to my little sister, Jess! I love you @jessbiosmith (1970something superheroes: gypsy girl and raggedy ann). ❤️
Happy 14th birthday to this guy! So thankful for you, @connor_mcnatt. Love your tender heart, your quick wit and your desire to serve others. You are a true blessing. ❤️
In our house, March is that time of year when all the lunchboxes go missing. Like we do okay through the fall, by January, however, we are truly limping along. The children begin to fight over the remaining ice packs and insulated pouches and, honestly, it can get ugly in my kitchen during the 7 am hour. And then a sunny morning in March comes and the only lunchbox remaining is the one i've been sending the 9 year old with and, much to my chagrin, it has a fine film of mold growing deep in the bottom. Perhaps an unattended grape or a forgotten piece of cheese? I don't know, but there was no way I could, in good conscience, send her off with that last moldy lunchbox this morning. I thought about it, but with my second cup of dark roast clarity came. So I went to the bag shelf instead. And, yes, even that stash has taken a recent hit. The only bags left .... these grocery store wine totes. (I have several). Please don't judge. Truth be told, they are the perfect size, they have handles and they are--at least for the moment--100% mold free. Not sure if I'll get a phone call from the school or a parent, it's a possibility. But, right now, I'm pretty pleased with how we handled the lunchbox crisis of this March morning. Life is good. #winesimplified #3rdgradelunchbox #recycle #repurpose #publix
I'm not a big fan of snapchat. There's a lot about it I don't like: It is low in creativity, high in danger, and pretty much a massive waste of time. That being said, I have a snapchat. And here's why: it has quickly become the most highly used social media go-to of teens. Why? Because it is ephemeral in design--allowing images or words to be sent and then self-destruct. And, of course, kids like that. Statistics report that over 77% of teenagers use it daily, averaging a collective 2.5 billion snaps per day--approximately 9,000 snaps every second. On average, teens check it 18 times per day. My guess is most check in a whole lot more. Now, I'm about 30 years past being a teenager. Clearly, that ship has more than sailed. So, why in the world would I want a snapchat? Surely I have other things to do: make dinner, make beds, make appointments, make grocery lists, make peace ... regular mom things. Do I really need another social media outlet to manage? Do I really need another anything else to manage? The answer is no. NO. NO! But my older teens fall into that 77% category and that means they have a snapchat. And, to some extent, where they are is where I need to be. It's where I want to be. Not hovering and haranguing, but checking in and leaving my fingerprints a little. Letting them know I'm around. It's the 1980s version of parents hanging around the edges of a teenage party in their home. Parents, the bottom line is we've got to be present. Not controlling and helicoptering and micro-managing, but present. Available. Aware. And around. In a crazy, hard to explain way, it lets them know you love them. And, plus, if you're ever getting your hair highlighted you can snap a scary picture to your teens with the message your mother loves you. ... And, if you're lucky, you might get these kind of responses back. 💁🏼
Perspective. 21 years ago I entered this gig called motherhood. And, like most mamas, over the years I've done my share of typical mommy-worrying. Are they ready for preschool? For that playground equipment? For that sleepover party? Sure, I've had to evaluate the milestones and the maturity level. And, let's be honest, it's always changing and different with each child. There have been lots of firsts to experience---especially with my firstborn, emily. I remember the first time she went out on a real date with a boy. And I remember worrying about them on those roads and in his car and being teenagers and all. Of course I did. It was such a big deal. Parents worry, but then they have to learn how to let go ... and little by little we do. But, like in most things, that worry, eventually and always, gets put in perspective. Today her boyfriend, took her for a ride, not in a car, but in a plane. Yep, just the two of them. She called herself his co-pilot. This girl who, just yesterday, wasn't old enough to cross the street alone or ride her bike to the park, she's now playing co-pilot to her guy. And afterwards she kind of casually mentions it on the phone to her mother a few states away. And I keep my voice steady and continue to fold laundry and come to the conclusion that there's absolutely no other way: Little by little, we must let our kids go. To cross the street. To drive off in a car. To fly up in the air. We learn to let them go.
My prayer--that we'd be a family eager to devour good books--was never intended to include the dog. 😡 #goodbook::baddog #sorrysquanto
he sits there each morning like the success of our carpool mission depends entirely on him. with eyes never leaving the road ahead, my co-pilot takes his job seriously. doesn’t matter that i’m in the driver's seat, he’s got this, or so he must think. it’s kind of funny to watch. it’s also kind of probably how God sees me. with my neck craned forward and my eyes peering out and my feet dug in hard. he sees me with my detailed plans and ideas as i pretend to know exactly where i’m going and how i am going to get there. as if i have the answers from passenger seat. as if i can add even a smidge of control from that place with no wheel, pedal or brake. like tucker, i some days think it all depends on me; the decisions all rest on my shoulders; the direction of life is mine alone. but, also like tucker, the truth is, i’m only along for the ride. i might get excited to climb on in, but God’s the only one who really knows the next turn or bump or roadblock. and no matter how hard i lean in or peer out, i am completely dependent on the one in the driver’s seat. it’s easy to forget that--for tucker and for me. see, God might put us alongside Him in the front seat. but it's not because He is giving us control. He lovingly places us there, right up front, that we might have a better glimpse of the glorious journey He is taking us on. the mind of a man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” proverbs 16:9 #passengerseat #surrender #eventhesparrow843