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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.

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!

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.

Joy-Filled Weekend

After six days of work, I was fortunate to spend the next four days playing.

I’d planned well, for I had the most amazing, joy-filled weekend that I can remember.

It began, of course, with the day of shopping, which I blogged about already.

Friday was my birthday.

I woke up to these adorable furry faces…

I spent most of the day preparing for the arrival of my chicklets and their friends.

Rooster had called late Thursday night to ask if he could bring home his “big,” as in big brother in his fraternity.  Of course I said yes!

Chicky had already planned to bring home three friends.  One of the girls wound up staying at school because she fell ill a couple of days before the kids left.  Poor thing.

All total, we had five kiddos coming home!

First, I posted an SOS on Facebook.  I needed an extra air mattress and a pump.  Two of my fellow teacher friends came to the rescue, and I picked up the items on Friday morning.

Then, I ran to the dollar store and picked up Easter baskets for the kids.  I couldn’t decide what to get to fill them, so I waited.  I decided to enlist the Mr.’s help because he likes to shop.

Before I got home, I ran to a friend’s house to pick up my Scentsy order.

Oh my.  I love my new warmer!!  Sunflowers are my favorite, so when she posted a picture of the newest warmer, I had to order one!!

She had thrown in a free brick of the newest scent, Sunny & Share, as a thank you for referring a friend of mine.

Yes, I know.  Bling, fancy nails, shoes, and now Scentsy.  I’m getting to be high maintenance.  heehee

Next up was the cleaning, which I did on and off for the next few hours.  It was a lot easier with fuzzy slippers and Colton Dixon…

When the Mr. came home from work, we headed to the store to stock up on goodies for the kids.

We had so much fun!!!!

I think we went a little overboard…

The Mr. found the inspirational eggs…a little cheesy but a fun way to keep the focus on what Easter is really about.

When we got home, the Mr. sat down and fixed every basket while I resumed my cleaning.  We hid them in the closet until Sunday morning…

The boys got the green and purple baskets; the girls got the pink.

Once the cleaning was finished, I sat down and waited.

Rooster and his friend arrived first.

What joy!!!!

Although I had met Rooster’s friend at an Auburn game, having the weekend to get to know him was an honor.  He is a friendly young man and so incredibly intelligent and Christ-centered.  I was very impressed with his ability to defend his position of a few issues we discussed.

Chicky and her friends arrived a couple of hours later, and the reunion was just as sweet.  All of the girls play on the soccer team, so I’ve been blessed to spend time with them in the past.  I knew we were in for some fun.

Now, one might think that having five college kids in the house at one time is a lot, but oh my word, it was so much fun!  The kids got along so well!  Five young people shared one bathroom.  They giggled.  They cracked jokes.  At one point, all of them were in Chicky’s room watching Rooster play his drums.

As I watched them interact all weekend, my heart overflowed with joy and thankfulness.

Oh, and let’s not forget Chicky’s puppy.  This precious fur baby was so happy to see me!  She almost jumped into my arms and gave my face a bath it hasn’t seen since the last time she visited.

We had tons of fun together, and I took a bunch of pictures.  I even took her with me as I ran an errand!

The other dogs didn’t seem to mind one more fur baby in the house…

Gambit preferred, for the most part, to stay next to his brother because he gets very scared when unfamiliar people come into the house…

One of the neat things about the weekend was watching as the kids did their own thing…going to the beach…running to Sonic to visit with friends…yet later getting that “together time” that I so desperately craved.

We went to a hibatchi place on Saturday night to celebrate my birthday, and it was fun to watch the kids stuff themselves.

On Sunday, after church, we took the crew to Chili’s.

There were many laughs shared around those tables…many memories added to that special place reserved in my heart for such times.

Before I knew it, the weekend had passed me by, and it was time to say goodbye.

I took pictures of Rooster and Chicky as they said goodbye to Aubie.  It had been a tough weekend with our old girl, and the kids were visibly upset as they hugged her.  Looking at those pictures, which I wish I could share here (but can’t because they show my babies’ faces) still brings tears to my eyes.

We took the kids to the gas station to get them fueled up for their respective journeys.

Too many goodbyes have been said in this parking lot.  I can only imagine what onlookers must have been thinking as they saw seven people hugging each other, openly and unabashedly showing the love that had grown over the weekend.

I also said goodbye to my fur grandbaby…

I’m not sure she new she was in for an entire day in the car!!

When we returned home, we found it devoid of the noise that had only recently filled it.

Instead of being sad, though, I thought about how blessed I am.

My children chose to come home for the weekend.  Their friends chose to come with them.

During the angst-filled years of rearing teenagers, I was a little bit worried that my children would not want to come back home very often.  You know how it is with kids…the arguing…the fight for control…the reluctance to let go.

I am humbled that these young people came here and brightened my weekend and my heart with their love…a love that emanates from a love for Christ and a desire to serve God.

The sunset I observed while running an errand Sunday evening reminded me of God’s love…how He provides…how He protects.

We’re Onto You

This afternoon, the Mr. received the following text from Chicky (her comments are in blue)…

She was trying to be smooth…asking without asking, if you know what I mean.

The Mr. was good.

He played along.

But he didn’t cave.

She took it well.

Good thing.

We’d just treated her to a few new items of clothing when she’d come home for Spring Break last week.

It’s Rooster’s turn this week.

Maybe next time, Chicky!

😀

Round 2 of Spring Break

Ok.

I know I am being a terrible blogger right now.

I usually live for my writing…putting aside other tasks to pen my posts.

But…

This job of mine has been EXTREMELY demanding of late.

I honestly didn’t know how I was going to see my way out of this past week.

Can I just say that God is merciful?

That He is!

I’ve been prioritizing…focusing on the things that need my immediate attention, and that has helped lift some of the stress.

Still though, even as I write this, I know I have two observations coming up this week.

One will not be too big of a deal, but I still want my class to make a good showing.  Although it won’t affect my performance rating at my school, I want to showcase my students and, quite honestly, their amazingness (that’s not a word, but it’s my blog and I can do what I want).

The other is my second observation by my administrator.  My principal will be coming in to watch my students and I do our thing.

My kids have already been prepped.

They know they’ll get cupcakes later in the week as a reward.

They’re awesome anyhow, but they also know that they are very special…hand-picked by me to do their thing for the top dog.

I’m also going to video the first of the three lesson plans I wrote for my Reading Endorsement.  If it turns out well, I’ll send it in and keep my fingers crossed that my instructor approves it.  I only have to have one filmed lesson plan approved to meet that criteria for this final class I’m taking.

Meanwhile…

Chicky was home part of this past week for her Spring Break.

She left on Wednesday.

Rooster flew in…well, okay…he drove in…Friday evening.

Happy Dance!

When he was thirty minutes out, he called.

“Mama, um, I just wanted to give you a heads-up that three more guys are on their way to stay at our house tonight.  They just need a place to sleep before they leave in the morning for their camping trip.”

Rooster had already planned to bring home one friend.

So I had thirty minutes to prep for five young men.

I did what all exhausted school teachers do at the end of the day and didn’t stress one little bit.

As Rooster told me, they’re college guys.

They don’t need frills.

The Mr. ran to Walmart and stocked up on a few supplies…food, that is.

We don’t keep much in the house now that we’re childless nine months out of the year.

Can I just tell you how happy I was when those boys walked through the door.

They are fine young men.

They’re all members of Rooster’s fraternity, which just received its charter as the newest official member of the BYX family.  It’s a Christian fraternity.  They have tons of good, clean fun together while holding one another accountable in their Christian walk.  They have cell groups that are led by various members of the fraternity.  They have accountability partners.  They use GroupMe to stay in contact with each other on an hourly basis.

They’re incredibly intelligent too.  Many are majoring in engineering…software and mechanical to be precise.

They spent time playing my Wii.

Their deep laughter filled this mama’s heart with joy.

Then, they settled in to watch a movie.

That’s when I crashed.  I was wiped out from what had been a stressful week.

I felt blessed, though, to be sharing my home with these fine young people…my son among them.

Chicky Turns 21!

My, oh my, how time does fly.

Twenty-one years ago today, preparations had been finalized.

This kid (meaning the one penning this post) was about to have her own child.  In fact, I was the same age as the girl-child whose birthday I’m celebrating in this post.

It’s hard to believe.

It seems like only yesterday when I had been wheeled to the hospital from my doctor’s appointment because I was going to have some serious health issues if my first-born child wasn’t induced.

After the epidural, I found myself doing what I do best…chatting on the phone…

After a not-so-difficult delivery, the details of which I will spare you, out came my sweet Chicky, weighing in at 7lbs, 14 oz and 20 inches long…

She was beautiful…even scored a 10 on her second APGAR test!

The Mr. and I took our beautiful girl home, where we attempted to be the kind of parents we’d envisioned ourselves to be.

I’m pretty sure that we were NOT advised to sleep with our child, but when you’re nursing around the clock and frightfully tired all the time, you do what you’ve gotta do, and Chicky didn’t seem to mind a bit…

Chicky grew and thrived, despite the parenting mistakes we made along the way…

Before I knew it, she was celebrating her first birthday.  Back then, I wondered, in amazement, how quickly time had flown.

Back then, we didn’t have blogs.

What we did have were writing utensils…the old-fashioned kind.

I have always loved to write, and the feelings that I had when my baby turned a year old needed to be captured.

I sat down that evening and wrote my girl a letter, which I mailed to her with her birthday card since I can’t celebrate her special day with her in person.

I re-read the letter before I mailed it and found myself very surprised at how timeless my feelings were.  I realized that the core of what we feel for others doesn’t really change over time.

Sure, they can evolve.

And yes, they can disappear.

However, the love a mother has for a child…well…that’s something altogether different.

It grows stronger, but at its root, it ultimately is just…well…LOVE in its purest form.

I’d like to share the letter I wrote my Chicky all those years ago.

January 22, 1993

My dearest Chicky,

Today is your 1st birthday.  It is amazing how quickly the year has gone by!  It seems like only yesterday when I was holding you in my arms for the first time.  What an incredible feeling that was!  It is something that words cannot describe.  You were so beautiful!  We had been anxiously waiting and praying for you, and to finally meet you took our breaths away.  The pain of childbirth was forgotten instantly, and in its place was, and is, this rush of LOVE!

Every day this year, I have watched you grow and learn.  Sometimes, I am sad because I know you are starting to need me a little less.  Always, though, I am excited.  With each new skill you master, comes another open door.  Watching you learn has given me a fresh perspective on the world.  You notice even the smallest things, and now, so do I.  Your creativity has led me to be more creative.  There is something I never realized before becoming a mama – that is that although our children learn much from us parents, we learn alot from you, too.

Chicky, always know how very,very much I love you.  Every time I see you smile, hear you laugh, or feel your tiny arms around me makes me love you more and more.  I thank God every day that He has given me the privilege of being your mom.  It is not something I will ever take for granted.

I love you dearly!

Love,

Mama

And now, my message to my girl on her special day.

January 22, 2013

Happy Birthday, Chicky!

You are and have been such a blessing to me!

I have watched you grow so much…even in the last few months…handling some of the most difficult situations a person can go through in such a way that makes my jaw drop open in awe.

I am more than proud to say that you are my daughter, for you excel in every area of your life.

May you continue to grow in God’s grace.

May you continue to trust in His plans for your life.

May you find joy in each moment you are given and lean on the Lord for His comfort during the times when it is difficult to feel joyous.

May God put into your path the perfect help meet…a man who loves God as much as you do.

All of these things and more are what I wish for you on this day, your 21st birthday.

Love,

Mama

Chicky – 1 Year Old

One Down, One To Go

Rooster left bright and early this morning, leaving one chicklet at home.

It was hard to see him go after he’d been home for about a month.

I don’t feel that I got to see him much, though, because I had to work two weeks after he got home, and by the time I got home each afternoon, he was out visiting with friends.  Then, after Christmas, he house/dog sat for one of his friends, which meant he only came home for a couple of hours each day.

At least he made some $$, but boy, was it hard only seeing him pop in every now and then.

Still, at least he was in the same zip code, and I could surprise him with lunch or Starbuck a time or two.

In less than nine hours, I’ll be bidding adieu to the other chicklet.

Sigh.

I hate this part of my children’s visits home, and I doubt that I will ever fully get used to it.