Sometimes when I look at my children time stops.
Just for a split second.
I’ll catch a funny joke, or one putting an arm around another, or a funny expression, and my frustration or huffiness dissipates and those children of mine take my breath away.
I am their mother.
How did I ever happen to be that lucky? To be surrounded by these people who love to drive me crazy at times, and who make my heart throb with love.
When they were babies I thought my heart was full. Surely it couldn’t be possible to love them more. Their sweet cooing and stretching, their funny toddler antics.
But I was wrong. That love keeps growing until it almost hurts.
Is it because they are growing up too fast and it makes me want to hold onto them? Or is it because they are growing into individuals, becoming themselves. And I like those “selves” a lot.
Some happenings of the high-schoolers lately:
Figuring out their school schedules for next year. How is it possible I will have a junior and a senior??
We officially have two kid drivers because this one got her driving permit.
That is what I call crazy.
And sooooo exciting.
Early-morning ACT prep.
Lots of trips to the new temple:
We raced around town last minute to figure out this get-up for MORP (prom backwards). The theme was “Famous Couples” so Max’s date and her friends decided they were going to be Greek gods.
Kinda weird to send your son out wearing a sheet but whatever 🙂
Such cute kids.
Elle and I couldn’t resist capturing a little bit of the dwindling pink sky in the field across from where they took pictures.
Always something fun and entertaining going on in their teenage world.
Elle was asked to escort her friend onto the stage for this big fundraiser thing they had at school, which is kind of a funny competition among the boys.
We borrowed a dress and got her all dolled up 🙂
I must admit she was pretty cute up there.
Max and his friends showing their school support at one of the basketball games:
High school is kinda fun.
Sure these kids of mine get in trouble. Sure they still leave socks around the house and come home late and do ridiculous things. Sure they make my heart ache like it’s never ached before.
But in the big picture, I love the process of working through it all together.