Well sorry I have not posted on here in a while, but I seem to be running around like a chicken with my head chopped off. Tomorrow my oldest son will turn nine, and as I have watched him play and have fun today I started thinking back to the time when he was born. I remember the fear as well as the excitement. I remember the first time I held him in my arms. It was the greatest moment I have ever experienced. I would sit for hours and watch him sleep. I was in total awe and amazed that something so perfect and wonderful could come from me. It was also the scariest day of my life. I was a single mother and I knew that I would be solely responsible for his life. I remember the fear that I would not make a good mother, that I would fail him. As parents we do what we think is right and pray that we do not make the same mistakes that our parents did. No parent is perfect, but as long as our children know that they are loved isn't that really all that matters?
I remember the first day that Holden met Michael. Michael was at my dad's and I brought Holden up to see his Papa. Holden was 18 months old, he had never really been around many males (I had given up dating for a while) so he was leery of men and generally did not have anything to do with them. That day Michael was sitting on the love seat drinking coffee. Holden went and climbed up next to him and sat staring at him. They instantly got along. From that moment on they have been inseparable. Holden barely came to Michael's knee but he would follow him step for step. Now we have a fantastic family and we are some of the luckiest people in the world. I am not saying that we do not have our problems like every other family, with four boys living on a farm with 800 cows there are bound to be up and downs and bumps in the road.
So now that I have told you guys all about my angel that will turn 9 tomorrow, let me tell you guys what we have been up to. Last Spring we lost one of our horses. He was the horse that the boys always rode. It was definitely something that knocked the wind out of our sails. This summer we went to the beach for a week. We took the boys to Ft. Sumter and Patriots Point. Then we went to Columbia to visit the zoo as well go to the Congaree National Park. We have had a busy summer full of activity and fun. Jacob (who is the youngest) has now decided that he is going to be President of the United States when he grows up and I am thinking David (who is his twin) will probably be his enforcer. (Heaven help the world if those two are going to be in charge...lol). David entertained everyone that we met. He likes to ask questions that most people would not have the audacity to ask. For example he walked up to an older gentleman and asked him "Are you old?" To which the gentleman replied "Yes, I am old." David looks at him and says "Well that means that you know a lot right? You have to be really smart to live a long time don't you?" Oh well only David could turn an insult into a compliment.
My children can be wild, loud, overwhelming and sometimes just plain BAD; but in the general scheme of things they are loving children who worry if someone is hurt or does not feel good or if they've hurt someone's feelings. They take care of each other against others that would want to hurt or upset them, and they genuinely like and care about each other. They do fuss and fight with each other, but I have not met brothers or sisters that don't. So as I close out this entry I hope that I have made you smile and remember all the great times with your children. Have a great night!!!!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
So I'm Back!!!!!
Well I finally made Michael bring home his computer so I can write another entry into my blog. On the way home from school today I was chatting with the boys about how their day at school was. Jacob looked at me and asked "Is a bully someone who is mean to you?" I said "Yes and then asked "Jacob, have you been having to deal with a bully lately?" He said, "Yes Mam, every time you spank us." All I could do was look at my four year old who sat there and laughed at me and told me "Gotcha Mama!" I swear sometimes I forget they are growing up and I must say that I am not looking foward to them growing up.
There was a time when I thought "I have no idea why God gave me four boys, because I really am not sure I can do this." Now I go to bed every night thanking God for such a wonderful family, and for some of the greatest children that a mother could ever ask for. So I thought that I would tell you guys about the day I found out I was pregnant with the twins.
I was eight weeks pregnant and I went to the Dr's office for a preliminary ultrasound. Michael couldn't come because he was waiting on a client (at the time he was a horse trainer), so mom came with me. The sonographer was looking at the screen and said "Um there are two of them in there." I said "You better be sh*?@!* me." (I was told that because the truth is I don't even remember much after I was told there were two in there) But I do remember my mom calling Michael and he said basically the same thing. After I left the sonographers I went to sit in the waiting room. The nurse came up to me and asked if I was okay. I looked at her and ran to the bathroom and did what every pregnant woman has ever done....threw my guts up.
So all I could think about while driving home from the Dr.'s office was "This has to be a mistake. There is no way I can be a mother to four kids. I can barely handle the two that I have, what in the world am I going to do with two more children." And now over 5 years later I am so grateful. Being a mother of four boys is beyond a shadow of a doubt the most difficult, most rewarding and most terrifying job that I have ever had. So this post is for all Mama's out there don't be afraid to be mad, laugh, cry and just have fun with your kids. Just love them craziness and all!!!!! That is what makes for the greatest families and the best memories!!!
There was a time when I thought "I have no idea why God gave me four boys, because I really am not sure I can do this." Now I go to bed every night thanking God for such a wonderful family, and for some of the greatest children that a mother could ever ask for. So I thought that I would tell you guys about the day I found out I was pregnant with the twins.
I was eight weeks pregnant and I went to the Dr's office for a preliminary ultrasound. Michael couldn't come because he was waiting on a client (at the time he was a horse trainer), so mom came with me. The sonographer was looking at the screen and said "Um there are two of them in there." I said "You better be sh*?@!* me." (I was told that because the truth is I don't even remember much after I was told there were two in there) But I do remember my mom calling Michael and he said basically the same thing. After I left the sonographers I went to sit in the waiting room. The nurse came up to me and asked if I was okay. I looked at her and ran to the bathroom and did what every pregnant woman has ever done....threw my guts up.
So all I could think about while driving home from the Dr.'s office was "This has to be a mistake. There is no way I can be a mother to four kids. I can barely handle the two that I have, what in the world am I going to do with two more children." And now over 5 years later I am so grateful. Being a mother of four boys is beyond a shadow of a doubt the most difficult, most rewarding and most terrifying job that I have ever had. So this post is for all Mama's out there don't be afraid to be mad, laugh, cry and just have fun with your kids. Just love them craziness and all!!!!! That is what makes for the greatest families and the best memories!!!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Children Greatest Loves and Greatest Pains
So I woke up this morning and had no voice. My son David asked me what happened to my voice I told him that I did not feel good and my voice was lost. He turns and hollors to his brothers "HEY MOM IS SICK AND DOES NOT HAVE A VOICE THAT MEANS WE CAN DO WHAT WE WANT AND SHE CAN'T HOLLOR AT US!" All I could think was "I don't hollor at them that much." Within 5 minutes of this thought Jacob with playing with the lamp post that he has played with 100's of time and gotten in trouble for it 100's of times. I turned to hollor at him to let the post go and leave it alone as I always do, only this time I could not hollor but I also saw that David was right I was going to hollor over something as simple as a lamp.
I can remember being pregnant with Holden and wondering if I could have an instruction manual...I was terrified to know that this small child was going to be dependant on me for everything and that I would be his greatest influence in shaping his values. I would be the one that had to make sure he knew that he was loved unconditionally. I can remember feeling terrified and extremely overwhelmed. Now eight years and 4 children later I am telling you I am still terrified and even more overwhelmed. I am beginning to wonder if that will ever change. I have been told that no matter how old they get you always try to help them and you always worry over them.
Being a mom is the hardest, scariest, most overwhelming, single best job that I have ever had. When I see my children helping each other it brings a joy to my heart like no other. To share a story earlier this year Holden was having a problem with a bully in school. Michael had a serious heart to heart with Holden and told him that he was going to have to stand up for himself. He had to tell the teachers what was going on but he also had to stand up and not let another kid push him around. So after this little heart to heart on the way to school the next morning Holden looks at me and says "Mama I am not going to let @#$%^ (meant to stand for the name) bully me." "Good Holden" Luke looked at Holden and said "Bubba who is bullying you I can come punch his lights out." David and Jacob are sitting in the back seat saying "That's right we can punch his lights out" and "No body better mess with my bubba." The only thing that I could think of was oh this is great I am going to get a call from the principal because a Kindergartener, 2 Pre-K's and a 3rd grader took out another kid. LOL Needless to say I defused the situation, but it did my heart good to know that my sons were willing to stand united against someone hurting one of them.
I guess the reason for this posting is to give all parents a boost. When we are pregnant we get to hear all kinds of stories about how to be a good parent. Then when our children are born you are given all sorts of advice from family and friends. So I will give you some advice as well, we as parents know our children better than anyone else. We know their fears, what makes them smile and we wipe the tears away when something is hurt. No one knows your children like you do, so trust your heart when it comes to your children. Do what you feel is right for them. Sometimes you will be right sometimes you will be wrong, but that is part of being a parent. We make mistakes and learn from them. I have had to apologize to my children for making mistakes, but the greatest thing is they forgive me and go on loving me anyway. So for those parents out there teach your children about God's love as well as your love. That is the single greatest gifts that we as parents can give our children.
I can remember being pregnant with Holden and wondering if I could have an instruction manual...I was terrified to know that this small child was going to be dependant on me for everything and that I would be his greatest influence in shaping his values. I would be the one that had to make sure he knew that he was loved unconditionally. I can remember feeling terrified and extremely overwhelmed. Now eight years and 4 children later I am telling you I am still terrified and even more overwhelmed. I am beginning to wonder if that will ever change. I have been told that no matter how old they get you always try to help them and you always worry over them.
Being a mom is the hardest, scariest, most overwhelming, single best job that I have ever had. When I see my children helping each other it brings a joy to my heart like no other. To share a story earlier this year Holden was having a problem with a bully in school. Michael had a serious heart to heart with Holden and told him that he was going to have to stand up for himself. He had to tell the teachers what was going on but he also had to stand up and not let another kid push him around. So after this little heart to heart on the way to school the next morning Holden looks at me and says "Mama I am not going to let @#$%^ (meant to stand for the name) bully me." "Good Holden" Luke looked at Holden and said "Bubba who is bullying you I can come punch his lights out." David and Jacob are sitting in the back seat saying "That's right we can punch his lights out" and "No body better mess with my bubba." The only thing that I could think of was oh this is great I am going to get a call from the principal because a Kindergartener, 2 Pre-K's and a 3rd grader took out another kid. LOL Needless to say I defused the situation, but it did my heart good to know that my sons were willing to stand united against someone hurting one of them.
I guess the reason for this posting is to give all parents a boost. When we are pregnant we get to hear all kinds of stories about how to be a good parent. Then when our children are born you are given all sorts of advice from family and friends. So I will give you some advice as well, we as parents know our children better than anyone else. We know their fears, what makes them smile and we wipe the tears away when something is hurt. No one knows your children like you do, so trust your heart when it comes to your children. Do what you feel is right for them. Sometimes you will be right sometimes you will be wrong, but that is part of being a parent. We make mistakes and learn from them. I have had to apologize to my children for making mistakes, but the greatest thing is they forgive me and go on loving me anyway. So for those parents out there teach your children about God's love as well as your love. That is the single greatest gifts that we as parents can give our children.
Monday, January 17, 2011
This is Me!!!!
So some of my friends have suggested that I should start a blog...so here it is guys and all I can say is that if I bore you to tears just remember you guys asked for it. So to tell you a little about myself for those that might not know I am a christian mother of four boys 8, 6 and twin 4 year olds. My husband and I live on a dairy. He is the dairy manager for the farm and we have about 600 acres of beautiful pasture land with close to 1000 cows (mamas and babies), 5 horses, 4 dogs and 3 cats. I am from Georgia (born and raised) and my husband is from Texas (he thinks everything is better in TX. I tend to disagree). So I have been told that writing a blog can be very therapeutic for the soul. You pour your heart out and then come to some serious realizations about yourself. Well I am going to give it a whirl...I am sure that along this journey we will laugh together, cry together and I may even make you mad (If I do it is not intentional, I am just saying what I truly feel).
So about a actually almost 2 years ago I started trying to make my life healthier. In the process I lost 40 pounds. I still had about 15 more to go but over the holidays (meaning Thanksgiving and Christmas) I quit watching what I was eating and have since gained 10 pounds back. Well I have gone back to excercising and eating correctly I am now determined to lose what went from 15 pounds to 25 but I am going to get it off once and for all. Over the years I have sturggled with my weight. My husband has always been my biggest supporter. If I could not eat sweets he would not eat them either. I have always used food to comfort me when I was stressed. I know that I am no different from most people in that aspect but I got so obsessed over it that I truly contemplated bulemia to make myself feel better. One day I had sat down and eaten a huge portion of double stuffed oreos (that is one of my biggest problems I can't eat just one cookie or just a small slice of cake. I feel like I have to eat until I can't stand it). I felt so guilty that I actually got up and headed to the bathroom to throw up the cookies. I kept thinking I will do it this one time and then I won't ever do something like this agian. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom I stopped myself I realized that there are probably thousands of women and girls out there that thought the same thing are and are now either dead or in a seriuos battle with an eating disorder. So I turned around and walked back out. I asked God to help me deal with my guilt over my eating. Since that day I have not wanted to make myself sick I have naturally overeaten (everyone does), but now I simply get up and go for a walk or make myself do something else.
Now don't get me wrong this may not really interest many people out there but I do promise for more humorous post in the future. I mean seriuosly I live in a household with 5 males and my mother lives right down the hill from me. You guys know I have to be able to laugh at the challenges in my life or I would just simply have to cry sometimes. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me, I hope to keep you entertained in the future.
So about a actually almost 2 years ago I started trying to make my life healthier. In the process I lost 40 pounds. I still had about 15 more to go but over the holidays (meaning Thanksgiving and Christmas) I quit watching what I was eating and have since gained 10 pounds back. Well I have gone back to excercising and eating correctly I am now determined to lose what went from 15 pounds to 25 but I am going to get it off once and for all. Over the years I have sturggled with my weight. My husband has always been my biggest supporter. If I could not eat sweets he would not eat them either. I have always used food to comfort me when I was stressed. I know that I am no different from most people in that aspect but I got so obsessed over it that I truly contemplated bulemia to make myself feel better. One day I had sat down and eaten a huge portion of double stuffed oreos (that is one of my biggest problems I can't eat just one cookie or just a small slice of cake. I feel like I have to eat until I can't stand it). I felt so guilty that I actually got up and headed to the bathroom to throw up the cookies. I kept thinking I will do it this one time and then I won't ever do something like this agian. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom I stopped myself I realized that there are probably thousands of women and girls out there that thought the same thing are and are now either dead or in a seriuos battle with an eating disorder. So I turned around and walked back out. I asked God to help me deal with my guilt over my eating. Since that day I have not wanted to make myself sick I have naturally overeaten (everyone does), but now I simply get up and go for a walk or make myself do something else.
Now don't get me wrong this may not really interest many people out there but I do promise for more humorous post in the future. I mean seriuosly I live in a household with 5 males and my mother lives right down the hill from me. You guys know I have to be able to laugh at the challenges in my life or I would just simply have to cry sometimes. Thank you for taking the time to get to know me, I hope to keep you entertained in the future.
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