Monday, September 29, 2014
This morning I was reading over the old posts. I found myself having a reaction of laughing and then crying. Life has changed. I am no longer the mommy of babies. I am the mother of teenagers. We have moved. We are currently renting a home and living in the suburbs. In Texas. We no longer homeschool. I was diagnosed with a couple autoimmune conditions and needed time for rest and healing. Life has changed. I look everyday at my changed life and look to the good things that are in it. #1 is 19 now. He has topped out at 6'2" and is completing his Junior and Senior year of high school this year. He is also working at a burger joint. The years of sensory training and role modeling are finally paying off. He is a loving, kind man. I still see him pick up a younger kid and carry them around and love on them. He has learned to work hard, academically and physically. He flabbergasts me. He amazes me. #2 is 17, almost 18. He has passed #1 in height, 6'3" and still slowly growing. He is a junior. Last year he and his NOSB team placed 6th in the nation. He is finishing his Eagle scout rank in the next couple months. The move has been harder on him. He doesn't express his anger as openly as #1. But he has made friends, good friends. #3 is 14 and has learned (like I didn't know this) that he is very smart and quite capable in school. In fact he is smart enough he doesn't have to work too hard. He has joined the NOSB team with #2 and is overcoming being "socially awkward" (as #1 puts it). He is in the midst of puberty and will eventually come back from the dark side. #4 is 11. We found out this guy is profoundly dyslexic. He works hard and has had specialized dyslexia training. He is growing in leaps and bounds. He is well loved by his teachers for his easy going manner and hard work ethic. His hair has grown more red and is known around the house as the Ginja Ninja. #5 is 9. She is doing well. She finally has hair! She is a great artist and musician. Grandma is teaching her (and all the children) piano. She is learning to sing in choir. #6 is 7. Honestly, she is still a joy to parent. She is bright, cheerful and funny. She is the baby and well loved by all. The kids have sort of separated into olders and youngers. The packs of 3 tend to do things together. The boys take #4 along and he knows way more about life at age 11 than his older brother knew. DH is finishing off a Master's program. Working full time and schooling full time has kept him stretched thin. The program is over in December and then we get Daddy back. For reasons of sanity, I started taking art lessons almost 2 years ago. I found I enjoy it quite a bit and I can paint. One of my goals is to illustrate all the crazy stories I wrote down here on the blog. Blogging break over. I am returning.