Tag: mama

I didn’t think I would take it this hard – feel this much feeling. It’s just another school year. I mean, we do it every year. You would think I would be used to it by now. But for some reason, the night before school started this year had me unable to contain my tears.

Dear God,

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety days. That’s how long my youngest, Reagan, has been sober. She’s 8. She’s been sober her entire life – all 2,990 days of it. Yet, when I was talking to Lee about doing something fun for our 200 days since we quit alcohol, Reagan wanted in on the action. After all, she had far more days than we had.

OK, where did August come from? I swear school just got out for the summer like last week. And now, all of a sudden, we are knee deep in practices for fall sports and buying school supplies. Sigh.

Last week while I was at work, Miss Maylie called me from the sitter’s house crying hysterically. I am not talking about a little freak out — oh no, like a full-blown, could-barely-talk, freak out. Linda, our sitter, got on the phone to tell me that she had a splinter.

Fourteen, 12, 10, 9, 8, 8 and 6. Seven kids. Together, Lee and I have seven kids – and these are their ages.

One very important goal of mine as a parent is to prepare my kids with the tools that they will need to one day go out in this world on their own. I want them to be able to face any situation in front of them, whether it is by calling on things they have been taught or hitting their knees and asking for God’s help.

Last weekend, like I have for the past 12 years (except for the year that they canceled because of Covid), I went to Country Concert. We pay for it well in advance and well, because of that, I had already planned and paid for it this year before I had made the decision to stop drinking.

Do you know what the best part of vacation is? All of it. Do you know what the worst part is? When it is over.

Independence Day: the day when the 13 colonies adopted the Declaration of Independence, resulting in our country’s freedom. As we prepare to celebrate this holiday this week, I couldn’t help but think of the many changes of independence in my life as a mother.