Parents often can be seen with that gah-gah silly smiling thing going on between them but not for what you might think. Sometimes, when our kids do those precious things we know we'll remember forever, there are no words to capture the utter sweetness of the moment. Such will be the case, I know, when I share with my husband our boys' Christmas "Wish List for Santa" lists. (**Please note this was done while with my parents and was their own idea; also, making a list of things we want isn't a practice we have around here). Having said that, please enjoy their lists. I've re-written these lists here with their own punctuation and spelling, and a few notes of my own in parenthesis. I dare you not to have that same silly smile on your face when you're done reading them:
Dylan's Wish list to Santa (*Dylan told me last week that he only 49 percent believes in Santa because he's just not so sure that all that magical stuff is really real, like flying reindeer; he said he doesn't believe 51 percent. I told him I like his honesty and that there will be no threats from me because of his beliefs.)
1. Red football that is medium size but that is in the middle of medium and small.
2. Dallas cowboys shirt with Sean Lee, D. Ware, Jason Witten and Dez Brient. (*Miles Austin is a favorite but he that jersey when we purchased some school clothes.)
3. Xbox 360
4. three D.S. (*I guess he meant a 3-D version of the Nintendo DS?)
5. iPad 2.
6. Kick ball that has a smily face on it
7. iPhone Four
8. sniper nerf gun
9. machine nerf gun
10. A nerf football (*I'm guessing he didn't want to risk not getting this because he actually used the last of his allowance to buy it himself yesterday while getting a friend a birthday gift.)
11. Little Big Planet two on Playstaisan
12. Rainbow Robe with A snowman
13. Sport sun glasses that are red
14. 10 corvet Hotwheels cars
15. A soft Pillow with a snow man Pitcher (*I'm certain he meant picture, not a baseball throwing snowman.)
David's wish list for x-mas! To Santa
1. Fulcan-25 Nerf gun (*He put the little copyright, circled C next to the word Nerf.)
2. 600X microscope
3. A rainbow-colered bed robe
4. An Xbox 360
5. 20-foot flag pole, string, and Baylor Flag
6. The game of Headbands. (*Again, with the copyright mark.)
7. A brand new Mario Party 8 (copyright) on the Wii (copyright)
(*David lost track of his numbering right here, I guess because the 8 confused him. Haha!)
iPad 2
10. an iPhone 4S (*The S was in a box!)
11. sniper nerf gun.
12. machine nerf gun.
(*By this point, I can't really read the numbers.)
1? Disney Universe game for PS3 or Wii
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
on turning 40...
Somehow, the day and week came without me sitting down to write one word about the momentous occasion. I've officially occupied the planet now for more than four decades. Amazingly, I feel neither old nor as though I've become any more certain about why I'm even here.
But I was thinking that maybe the question is irrelevant; that rather, the answer is found in what one does, who one is, and how one lives.
Last week, I took time and enjoyed a few of my favorite things: family, friends, the arts, tea, books, fun, football, Italian food. I did this without guilt, even when my kids stayed with my parents an extra night, giving me some much needed and long overdue down time alone with my husband.
This week, a world of responsibilities is calling me back to reality: Christmas, shopping, cleaning, laundry, winter break. I made a few changes last week and I'm determined to stick with these, but always it's the battle in my head that wages the most vicious war.
So when a blah moment wanted to come over me today, I looked into the eyes of my 7-year-old who was ecstatic to be home again and throwing the football with me. I touched the hand of my husband who should have been doing homework (he has a 4.0 to maintain, after all!) but was instead enjoying a movie with us after making sliders. I snuggled with my 9-year-old who was, oddly enough, cold and under a blanket and in need of mommy's arm.
And in the simplest of terms, I knew. I knew, and I always will know, why I'm here.
But I was thinking that maybe the question is irrelevant; that rather, the answer is found in what one does, who one is, and how one lives.
Last week, I took time and enjoyed a few of my favorite things: family, friends, the arts, tea, books, fun, football, Italian food. I did this without guilt, even when my kids stayed with my parents an extra night, giving me some much needed and long overdue down time alone with my husband.
This week, a world of responsibilities is calling me back to reality: Christmas, shopping, cleaning, laundry, winter break. I made a few changes last week and I'm determined to stick with these, but always it's the battle in my head that wages the most vicious war.
So when a blah moment wanted to come over me today, I looked into the eyes of my 7-year-old who was ecstatic to be home again and throwing the football with me. I touched the hand of my husband who should have been doing homework (he has a 4.0 to maintain, after all!) but was instead enjoying a movie with us after making sliders. I snuggled with my 9-year-old who was, oddly enough, cold and under a blanket and in need of mommy's arm.
And in the simplest of terms, I knew. I knew, and I always will know, why I'm here.
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