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Already Here

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As November amps up and we head at a dangerous clip towards the holiday season, I am taking a moment to count my blessings.  Sure, when I sat down in front of my mighty laptop and writer’s block settled over me, I had no idea where this post would take me.  For inspiration I scrolled through some older WFAMs and thankfully, I found writing that stands the test of time.  Of course, the writer has evolved but the themes like love, self-acceptance and humor are the threads that remain consistent.

My boys are growing older and older and I don’t know what that means for the future.  I don’t know how this blog will unfold as they set about making their way in the world.

What I know for sure is I am so grateful to have them in my life.  I am grateful I have been here to watch them grow into fine, young men and I am grateful to have a husband that supports all of my writing endeavors.

It is quite possible I have reached the pinnacle of good fortune.  Maybe this is where I stop trying so hard to be ‘more’ and simply savor the blessings already here.

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Holiday Blessings

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ry=480Another year is drawing to a close and I still marvel at all the ways motherhood continues to challenge me and make me grow.  I am grateful to both my boys for always loving me even though I don’t always get things right.  Their perpetual love of life inspires me.  Their perpetual energy?  I’m still trying to get a handle on that.

Full Speed has grown tremendously this year.  His humor is getting more sophisticated and I love that he can crack me up on a regular basis.  As a fourth grader, I’m fairly sure that Santa’s existence is tenuous at best for him, but he keeps holding onto the dream.  I suspect he is doing it as much for me as he is for himself.  That only makes me love him more.

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T.Puzzle has changed dramatically.  He still has threads of empathy woven permanently into his soul, but it surfaces less now.   All he wants to do is play football.  If he’s not playing it, he’s talking about it.  I miss the sweetness of him, but I admire the competitor he’s become.

Which brings me to the new level of interaction my boys have with Mad Dog.  They all live, eat and breathe football.  Even my precious walks to school with the boys are now consumed with serious discussions about stats and standings.

There isn’t much I can do about it.  It would be like my boys asking me not to be a writer.  I can’t ask them to be something they aren’t.  My job is to help them fully realize who they are.  Right now that happens to be fanatical football fans.  Sure it would be nice to have someone to watch romantic comedies with, take long walks in nature and sit with me in silence as we ponder life and existence.

I guess that’s why dogs were created.

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