Friday

I don't have a book to read this week.

Okay, that's not entirely true.  I have LOTS of books to read, but can't sit still long enough to read a page from any of them, so I'm officially taking a week retreat from picking a book.  Last week's pick was another fast read from Emily Giffin, Love the One You're With.  I must say she has mastered the art of cheating so well, I squirm through most of her books waiting for someone to find out.  Good, but in a bad way... if you know what I mean.

I knew I couldn't go another day without writing to you.  I knew this in the way you know you have to go to church after missing a couple Sundays.  Part guilt.  Part obligation.  And part knowing I'll feel way better getting this out there.

I don't have much to say other than the first week of Evan's high school has come to an end, happily uneventful.   The stress it has caused not only me, but many other mothers is amazing to me.  As teenagers, they have changed so drastically, and I can honestly say I want my little boy back.  But the corner has been turned (them running around it, us following), and there really is no going back.  As someone told me recently, "They'll leave you for about 8 years... then come back."  I remember looking at her to see if she was joking.  She wasn't.

There's not much we can do but stick together.  Given the circumstances, our friends might be the only ones who really get what we're going through.  The husbands don't miss the baby days.  They don't miss scraped knees and kissing boo-boos.  They don't miss Dora, Little Bear, and Kipper.  And they certainly don't miss sleepless nights.

I'd give anything for a sleepless night just because they were hungry at 2 am.  Now, I'm still up at that time wondering if he's okay.  If he's doing all the terrible things we see on TV about teens these days.

If he still needs us at all.

So, I decided we needed a giggle.

The week is over, and the sun is shining.

No earthquakes or hurricanes will hit us anytime soon.

We have all that we really need, God has made sure of that.

We still have the choice to be thankful instead of fearful.

I can write and hopefully that is something that will make you giggle, or at least smile and nod.  Raising teens can be daunting and feel a little like we're on our own.  I don't want it to be that way... we have to lean on each other and get through it together.

So, text, comment, and answer the phone when it rings.  There is love on the other end who just might need you too.


Have a fabulous weekend!!