Today is like most other days. I have done the never ending pick up of toys in the midst of the ordinary maintenance of the housework. I have done the dash from living room to playroom at a maddening pace…only for the toys to reappear minutes later. I have cleaned up under highchairs way more than it seems should be necessary. The dirty bottoms, the runny noses and the yogurt covered faces really could get the best of me today. My living room has been converted temporarily (I hope) into a community of quilt-tents for H and LG. I have constantly reminded myself today (and it has been a struggle) to embrace these moments. I don’t think my children see what I see in this house. What I need to see is a house of comfort, creativity and love that we are creating. I am not sure I would let you in if you came to my door right now. But as I sit and listen to H playing his guitar and watch LG dance, while hearing the babies giggle from their bedroom….only my house is messy. My heart is a happy place.
Holton, my 17 year old, received his private pilot’s license two weeks ago. He has worked so hard and for years toward this so I am very proud. He can now fly small planes with passengers without his instructor. I was totally thrilled when he asked me to meet him at the airport to be his first official passenger. I temporarily forgot my sickening fear of heights…..for about a minute. Although I was totally dramatic and pretty much had him turn around as soon as we got started, it was a great experience. I did tell him that I was glad that I had never gone before because he would probably not have been allowed to continue training! So, here’s to private pilot Holton! I must include this picture of the last time I was his passenger. He was two! Where have the years gone?