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Chicky Meets Some 4th Graders

Today, Chicky will help welcome an eager group of fourth grade students to the classroom she will be student-teaching in until December.

She called me yesterday to tell me how well the pre-planning had gone.

She was originally supposed to work with a third grade teacher and had, in fact, been in contact with the teacher before the college term ended in May.  However, the teacher decided to retire a year earlier than originally planned, and Chicky was assigned to a different teacher.

As Chicky shared details about the new teacher, she prefaced by saying that God’s hand was evident in the recent turn of events.

The veteran teacher played softball at another college in Lakeland, so she understands the demands of balancing a sports commitment with student teaching.

The teacher is very laid back and seems to be one of the few not stressing about Common Core standards.  Her style of teaching appeals to Chicky because this is how she wants to be as well.

The veteran teacher also appreciates that Chicky has an in-depth knowledge of reading inventories, diagnostic testing, and Common Core standards.

Southeastern has prepared my girl well, and it looks as though she will be teaching lessons much earlier in her internship than she’d thought.  She is thrilled at the confidence the veteran teacher has shown in her abilities.

Chicky will be working in a Title 1 school…not a first for her, but every experience helps.  She will have the privilege of helping prepare students to take the FCAT Writes exam.  It is given to 4th, 8th, and 10th grade students in Florida.  I find it ironic that I will be teaching 10th graders and preparing them for the same exam.  I’d love to pick up some tips from my girl.

I continue to be amazed at her fortitude and her ability to juggle her hectic schedule.

Good luck today, my sweet Chicky!

I know you are going to touch lives from the moment those little ones enter your room.

I know that they are going to touch your life, and that you will never be the same after your tenure in this room ends.

I love you more than…well…anything (including my vegan desserts)!

You are precious, and I am so humbled by the way you continue to serve God and bring Him glory through the use of the talents He has blessed you with.

Love you forever…

Love,

Mama

How I Know Chicky Loves Me

Chicky is not very demonstrative with her love.

I have often doubted that she cares for me because we have spent so many years at each others’ throats.

Such is the life between a mother and daughter, it would seem.

However, things have begun to change, I believe, and I’ve begun to recognize the ways in which she shows me that she does, in fact, love me.

    1. All summer, Chicky has been quite mindful of my eating habits and has strongly encouraged me to eat regular meals.  I tend to skip out on eating.  Aside from certain dishes, I really don’t enjoy this task.  I’m usually too busy to eat, and I find it easy to ignore my stomach.  Even though she comes across as angry, I know that Chicky is simply frustrated because she wants me to take better care of myself.  She often took extra time to plan meals that included items I could eat, and her grocery shopping included the ingredients necessary for these meals.
    1. Chicky bragged to Special K, her roomie, about the vegan desserts I had made all summer.  I’ve rarely heard her brag about the stuff I’ve done.  This warmed my heart more than she or anyone can ever know.  To feel like my child approves of me when for so long I’ve felt as though I have not measured up has gone a long way toward healing that hurt in my heart.
    1. The evening we moved Chicky into her new digs (Wednesday night), I set off, very late (she would not let us eat dinner before she had unpacked) to pick up dinner at Chipotle’s.  They closed at ten.  It was 9:30 when I left.  I got lost while chatting on the phone with my friend, Barb, and couldn’t find my way out of a neighborhood.  I hung up, got the GPS going, and got there with ten minutes to spare.  After that, I decided to treat myself to Starbucks…especially after the crazy day I’d had.  Chicky called as I was nearing her place on my return drive.
      Our conversation went like this…”Mama, are you okay?” she asked.”I’m fine,” I said.

      “Did you get there before they closed?” she continued.

      “Oh, so you’re only worried about your food.  I see how it is,” I replied.

      “No, actually, I wanted to make sure you were still alive.  You’ve been gone a long time,” she quipped.

      I think she really was worried.  We’d had a scare with the moving truck earlier that day (I will blog about this tomorrow, I promise).

  1. Later that night, she asked me where I was going to sleep.  I told her, “Right on that Woody (Toy Story) pillow you have on your bed.”  I expected her to tell me I could take my pillow to the couch, but she surprised me by telling me that I could sleep in her bed, albeit using the Spider Man pillow, only if I didn’t cross my side and absolutely did not touch her.  I chuckled as I told her that I would wait until she was sound asleep to snuggle.  Unfortunately, I was so beat that I was probably snoozing long before she succumbed to dreams of three-a-days (for you non-sporties, that’s three practices a day).

I have learned to treasure such moments instead of overlooking them.

Chicky doesn’t say the three words I desperately long to hear and have not heard her speak in a number of years.

She does, however, show through her actions what she cannot say.

Actions speak louder than words.

That’s how the saying goes, isn’t it?

While it is wonderful to hear the words, I take such times as those described above, tuck them away for safekeeping, and pull them out when I begin to doubt…or when we are in the middle of three u-turns in a row and she’s yelling at me to listen to her and turn on the stupid GPS.

My Chicky loves me.

And I love her.

Chicky Leaves for Her Final Semester of College

A little less than twelve hours ago, I left my Chicky for the fourth August in a row.

In just a few short weeks, she will begin her final semester of college.

I will chronicle our journey back to school, as I’ve done each previous year.

As of Tuesday afternoon, my girl still had not packed.

Not.

One.

Thing.

She worked late that day trying to get in a few extra hours and much needed $$.

I’ll admit that I was a bit in a panic, but I knew better than to offer to help.

My Chicky is very much like me…fiercely independent and quite stubborn.

She skipped the championship game of her indoor soccer league (her team lost 3-5…they were missing their key defender 😉 ), but she had to prioritize, and spending two hours at the sports facility ranked pretty much last.

By 11pm, she had accrued this pile…

That’s not even counting the big items.

I know I’ve mentioned this a time or two, but since I like to repeat myself, I will say that Chicky was moving out permanently this go-round.

We started loading the truck around 11:15.  It was incredibly muggy and dark.  I found a utility spotlight, which I hung from the truck’s door (we found the cabin’s light after we had finished…go figure).

Our clothes stuck to our bodies as we made many, many trips…loading up the truck and her car.

When we were finished, her room looked like this…

We will be picking up another mattress set from the Mr.’s parents’ house the next time we can secure a truck (I didn’t drive the rental back because it was too expensive to do so).

Her closet was devoid of the many, many clothes and shoes she had brought home.  She left stuff that she will pick up one day when she’s completely on her own and has a family…items such as stuffed animals and games.

See her many soccer medals?  🙂

She slept on an air mattress her final night at home, and we awoke bright and early on Wednesday morning to begin our long drive.

We stopped two hours into the trip to pick up the dressers that Chicky had gotten at a yard sale when she’d visited the grandparents.  My nephews came over and helped load the furniture into the truck.

We ran into a bit of a snafu with the truck and were delayed nearly three hours before we resumed our journey.  In my efforts to keep this post focused on Chicky, I will be blogging about the incident next time.

We finally arrived in Lakeland ten hours after we’d left home (as opposed to the seven that it should have taken).

The weather was n-a-s-t-y.  There was some serious lightening and flooding going on…

Fortunately, we arrived safe and sound, and Chicky’s roommate gave her the key to the place they will call home for the next two years…

The house has three bedrooms…one for each girl.  Here’s what Chicky’s room and closet looked like before we unloaded…

After the rain stopped, we got down to some serious work.  Thankfully, it went quickly with the assistance of Special K, Chicky’s fabulous roomie, and it wasn’t too long before Chicky’s room had been filled to the brim with her belongings…

The room is quite small; however, I suggested that she try putting the chest of drawers in the closet.  There seemed to be just enough space between the shelves.  To give her a bit of wiggle room, she took out the lowest shelf on the right.  This had the added benefit of giving her a space to hang her dresses and other long items.

She’s most proud of the dresser below.  It’s got a retro feel (I actually remember having furniture that looked very similar).  It’s perfect for the long wall on that side of the room.

The house itself is really adorable.  It’s a little over 1,000 sq. ft.  Although the guest bedrooms are small, as is the guest bathroom, the living room is large and roomy.

It has a beautiful fireplace and mantle…

Here’s another view of the living room.  The items that you see in the corner near the hallway that leads to the guest bedrooms contains items that I brought home with me…empty storage bins and whatnot.

Want to know what the girls plan to put in this corner?

A knight in a suit of armor.

I kid you not.

Apparently, this is an inside joke.

What can I say?  College girls are weird.

But I digress…

As usual.

Anyhoo…all of the living room and eat-in kitchen furniture (seen below) were donated by Special K’s step-mom.  Should out to Ms. M!

The house boasts a quaint eat-in area that has a window that lets light in, brightening up that side of the house…

Have you noticed all of the sunflowers?  That is the theme the girls decided upon during conversations held over the summer.  This theme is carried into the kitchen.  Once again, Ms. M came through and snatched up items throughout the summer whenever she was out and about.

The girls will not lack for items to make coffee in…

Chicky had picked up the French press (on the right) at a yard sale this summer for the fancy price of $2.  She was pleased as punch with her find.

One thing I love about this house is that nearly every room, including the kitchen, has a ceiling fan.  Score!

The only room that doesn’t is the fabulous screened-in porch.  It is, however, equipped with a doggie door (not pictured), which is perfect because Cali will be living with the girls.

Let me show you a few pictures of the outside of the house.

The backyard, seen in the next two pictures, is decent sized and, most importantly, fenced in!

Most of the pictures you see above were taken this morning after Chicky and I had had a good night of rest.

She drove me to a car rental place to secure a vehicle to drive home in because she didn’t exactly jump with joy at my suggestion that I stay with her for…say…the rest of her adult life.

heehee

We loaded up my sweet ride, a Chevrolet Equinox (I will blog about this in a separate post).

After we finished, Chicky and I went inside so I could grab my purse and keys.

The time was drawing near…the time for that final goodbye.

I asked her if she would let me pray with her before we walked outside, and she agreed.

As I prayed, I got choked up…for the first time the entire trip…and she gently encouraged me to keep it together.

I did, I’m proud to say, for I had been determined not to turn into the blubbering fool I’d been the previous three years.

When I finished praying, I looked her in the eye and told her how very proud I am of her…of the woman she’s become…of the choices she has made.

I told her that I would be praying for her every day, and I think I saw her tear up.

It was a special moment that I will never forget.

Special K took a couple of pictures of me with Chicky outside, and I am pleased that the pictures reflect a happy mother and daughter.

And that is what we are.

Although Chicky had gotten extremely annoyed with me during the last two days, and she’d been quite vocal too, we were able to end our summer on a positive note.

Despite the fabulous summer and the fact that we had not strangled each other during the move, I fully expected to have a crying fit.

That is what mamas do when their children move out.

I don’t know why I didn’t break down in tears as I left.

I ruminated about this as I sat in my car and uploaded the photos I’d taken to Facebook.  I must have sat there five or ten minutes, which gave Chicky and Special K time to come back outside and prepare to leave…on a mission to complete some items from their to-do lists.

They followed me out of the neighborhood, where I got this final look of my precious girl from the side mirror…

One final wave, and she was gone.

I passed the sign at Southeastern’s entrance…

I thought about the first year I had taken Chicky to school, and how my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest.

I can’t even read the post I wrote back then because if I do, I know I’ll start crying as those raw emotions come back to the surface.

What I realized as I left and reflected was that Chicky had not been the only person to mature through her years at college.

I have matured as well.

Our relationship with one another has also matured.

I’ve grown to accept that she is a very capable young woman who may not always make the choices I would (I would have kept the nightstand and TV…*ahem*), but it’s okay.

Chicky is her own person who was created, by God, to lead a life that is not tied to my apron strings.

The summer had prepared me to let her go.

When we had been driving to the rental car place, I’d asked her what her plans for next summer were, and she looked at me and said, “I’m not coming home, remember?”

To which I replied, “No, I was wondering if you’re planning on working, should you secure a teaching job in January.”

She had breathed a sigh of relief, pleased that I had finally “gotten” it.

She’s not coming to “this” home to stay.

She is already home…

In Lakeland…

On her own.

I take comfort in Jeremiah 29:11:  “‘I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'”

God’s hand is evident in my Chicky’s life.

He will direct her ways and lead her into the future He has planned for her.

She’ll be Flying the Coop Soon

My sweet Chicky has been home all summer.

It has been w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l.

This is, more than likely, her final summer home.  She and two young ladies on her team are signing a lease to rent a house on the outskirts of the college they attend.

Chicky has one more semester of school; she will graduate in December.  She’ll be doing her student teaching during this final semester.

We are all praying that she finds a teaching job immediately after.  Her school is known for the quality teaching candidates who graduate.

Either way, Chicky is planning on staying down there and will find some sort of job(s) to support herself after she’s walked that stage.

We still have a little over two weeks before she leaves, but there are signs of the times to come.

Chicky visited her grandparents this past weekend, and they went to a few garage sales on the hunt for bedroom furniture.

Although Chicky has her own furniture, she’s been wanting a long dresser.  She wants something she can eventually refinish.  She is a Pinterest addict.

She hit pay dirt when she found the following…

The deal got sweeter with the addition of the next two pieces…

We will be renting a U-Haul to take these items down south.

Chicky did some other shopping, finding a blender on clearance at Target.  Coupon Queen gave Chicky a few items as well.

It’s amazing the perspective I have now.

Four years ago, I was devastated at the thought of my Chicky flying the coop.

While I’m a bit sad right now, I am also excited.

Chicky is 21 years old with a very good future ahead of her.

She is focused, and she’s been driven enough to finish college early.

Her morals are amazing, and her priorities for living a godly life are right on target.

To be able to let go of your children, you have to make yourself take a step back and remember what it was like when you were about to embark on your life away from home.

Chicky is ready, and the years between her high school graduation and now have prepared me to let go.  The lapses of time between holidays and other school breaks prepared me to accept that one day, she would leave and create her own permanent home elsewhere.

Oh, that’s not to say that I won’t cry, because I probably will.

That’s also not to say that I won’t sit on pins and needles every time she makes her way home for visits, because I totally will.

I realize, however, that chicklets were not meant to stay in the nest forever, and it’s my Chicky’s turn to fly to her own coop.

When she does come to visit, though, I think I’ll make sure I always have flowers waiting, as I’ve done nearly every week this summer…

Because even after a coop has been departed from, it will forever remain home base for the chicklets who have left.

A Hair-Raising Adventure

Once upon a time, there was a not-so-little Chicky who wanted to go from a light blonde to something a little darker.

So, she drove to a beauty supply store, asked the knowledgeable employee what to get, and eagerly applied the color.

Something went wrong, though, and she wound up with goldish/yellowish roots…NOT good.

This Chicky was IRATE, let me tell you.

So, she convinced her super sweet Mama 😉 to go back to “said” store to buy another box of product.

Along the way, this Chicky stopped at the hairdresser and got her advice about what to buy and even called her from the store to clarify information.

The next day, this Chicky and her friend had another hair-dyeing adventure…but something went wrong…

This Chicky decided she needed to call in a professional.  Her father had mercy on her and donated money to the cause.

However, it was three days before this Chicky could get in to the salon.

Three fun days of explaining why her hair was green (did you know that green hair shows up especially well under the lights at church??).

The adventure turned out for the best when this Chicky came home after three hours in the hair chair.  She was sporting new highlights that were neither golden nor green.

This is not the Chicky in the story, but the color is similar.

And this Chicky lived happily ever after…

At least until it was time to color her roots…

Because I Love Her

Because I love her, random flower arrangements keep making weekly appearances…

It’s great to have my Chicky home for the summer!

Goodbye Rubber Ducky

Isn’t it surprising how it’s the smallest things that can make you feel the passage of time the most?

Take, for instance, my decision on Wednesday to change out the shower curtain in the kids’ bathroom.

A few years ago, on a whim, I’d purchased a Rubber Ducky curtain along with the matching trash can…

Chicky and Rooster had gotten quite the laugh, and it had been talked about when we had company.  It is rather cute, don’t you think?

Though I loved it, with both kids in college and only home for short visits, I’d decided it was time to upgrade some things in the bathroom to give it a more “grownup” feel.”  I had even selected a shower curtain that I liked from a catalog.

I never got around to ordering it, though.

Then, on Tuesday, Rooster told me that I really needed to get a new shower curtain because the Rubber Ducky one had begun to tear up, and some of the rings weren’t holding it up any more.

Coupons in hand, I visited Bed Bath & Beyond.

Oh, how cute the curtains are these days.  Many even have pockets on the outside for you to store kiddie bathtub toys.

This stuff wasn’t around when my children were babies.  I probably couldn’t have afforded such fancy stuff even if it had been around!

I purchased a new curtain, along with matching hooks and carpet, and returned home, where I hurried to hang it before the kids got home.

I was excited because the new curtain matched the custom blinds we’d had installed when we built the house.  The blinds are kind of like bamboo that roll up.

Rooster was the first to see the curtain, and he was impressed.

I was happy.

Then Chicky came home, and I heard her take a sharp breath.

“Whoa,” she said.  “Where’s the other curtain?” she wanted to know.

I’d folded it and placed it in the closet.  I figured if the kids needed a curtain when they moved out, I’d have it on hand for them.

That was the end of the curtain event…or so I thought.

I later saw this Tweet from Rooster:

Now that the rubber ducky bath curtain is gone, I can finally start taking bathroom selfies. #JokingAboutTheSelfies#NotTheCurtain

Awww.

What made my heart go thump, thump, though, was Chicky’s Tweet:

RIP ducky curtain

We all have things that keep us tied to our childhood.

Young adults, especially, subconsciously rely on these things to keep them grounded to that which is known…which has been known…and which brings comfort.  Though our children constantly fight for freedom and, in fact, yearn for it, the smallest thing like the changing of a shower curtain brings with it a visible reminder that time is marching on.

Happy Birthday, Rooster!

Today is Rooster’s 19th birthday.

Seriously.

When I first began writing my blog, back in 2007, he was thirteen years old, in the sixth grade, and shorter than Chicky and me.

Now, he’s finished his first year of college, has a full-time summer job, and does odd jobs on the side.

He also towers above the entire family, standing at over six feet tall.

His love for the Lord is growing, as is his service to Him.

He was a cell leader in his Christian fraternity last semester, and he began helping with youth Bible studies at church after he returned home.

To say I am proud of the man my son is becoming is quite an understatement.

I do not know what I’ve done to deserve him.  This is yet another example of God’s grace.

To my Rooster:

You are a blessing to me.

I cherish every moment we spend in discussion…every moment we spend sitting on separate couches not saying a word.

Simply being in the same zip code…under the same roof…satisfies this Mama Bear’s soul.

I love you!

Love,

Mama

Full House, Full Heart

Last Thursday, I drove to Auburn after school to help a certain Rooster boy pack up his stuff.

It was time to move him home for the summer!

Quite honestly, I could not (and still cannot) believe that nine months had passed since I dropped him off for his first year at Auburn!  You might remember this post…when I got home…and the one I wrote the next day.  Oy, those were sad days, and May felt like forever and a day away!

I stayed in his dorm with him Thursday night, and we got up around 9am to begin the several hours of packing and loading up that needed to be done.

Three hours later, his room was empty…

The car was loaded…

We were hitting the road, taking the scenic route home…Rooster in the lead…

I love driving through the backroads in Alabama.  One day, the Mr. and I plan to retire and live in Auburn, where we can see beautiful landscapes like the following every day…

You should have seen and heard Gambit’s reaction when Rooster walked into the house.  Gambit’s tail wagged faster than I’ve ever seen it go, and he cried out in joy.  It was something to behold.

Rooster haphazardly put everything in his room when we got home…

We took him out to dinner, and upon our return home, he settled in for some time of relaxation.

The dogs settled in as close as they could get…

The joyful homecomings weren’t over though!

Chicky arrived yesterday afternoon.

I’d bought her flowers to brighten her room and welcome her properly…

She brought Cali with her, so our brood is now complete.

Our home is brimming over with people, stuff, animals, and, most importantly, LOVE.

Our house is full, and our hearts are flooding with the joy of loved ones under the same roof once again.

40-Minute Phone Calls

Yesterday afternoon, my phone rang.

I was delighted to see that it was my Rooster boy, calling to chat with his Mama.

Rooster’s first words were, “We haven’t talked in a while, so I thought I would call.”

Be still my beating heart.

He proceeded to tell me about the A-Day game he had attended.  A-Day is Auburn’s annual Spring Training game.

If you don’t watch sports, you might have missed the update on the news.  Attendance was at its highest ever for this event…over 80,000!  This was something, let me tell you, given Auburn’s horrible 2012-2013 season.  We have a new coach, and everyone is pumped!

In addition to the game was a somber reminder of how cruel people can be.  Toomer’s Corner has two beautiful oak trees that were poisoned a couple of years ago.  Despite all attempts to save them, it’s time to take them down.  These trees got rolled with toilet paper after every football victory, so seeing them come down will be difficult.

After the A-Day game, fans gave the trees one grand sendoff, let me tell you, and Rooster was right in the middle of it.

After he shared about the game, the conversation veered to other topics…classes…fraternity stuff…summer plans.

Ahhh…summer…when my baby will be coming home to work and just…well…relax.

As we talked, I could tell that he was happy about coming home.

He talked about a friend who is going through some family problems and is trying to grow wings to become an independent flyer, so to speak.

We talked about how much things had changed for us, as a family. 

I told him how much joy I had as I listened to him tell me that he wants to come home.  I shared that one of my greatest fears when he and Chicky went off to college was that they would not want to come back home.

He told me, “You’ve surprised me, Mama.  Although you and Daddy were super strict while we were in high school, you’ve allowed me to go away to school, take classes, and have fun.  I really like coming home too.”

Ahhh.

I had been worried that my over-protectiveness while my babies were living 24-7 under my roof had created hurdles that we would not be able to get over.

Rooster’s kind words set my worries at ease.

How I love my children.

How I treasure every moment I get to spend with them.

Do I regret holding tightly to them when they were younger?

Not really.

I did what I thought was best, and God worked even within my mistakes.

How I treasure such conversations as these.

I look forward to having my babies home in a couple of weeks when these conversations can occur face-to-face rather than over the phone.