Right now I don't know why,but I am just in a blah kinda mood.
I have my sons walker in the kitchen,and yet I find myself having a really hard time just getting rid of it.
It looks just like it did when he used to sit in it.
I hate when I get this way,cause then my emotions run high,and I start to feel confused about the whole ordeal,then I get stressed out.
I so stress myself out,and it's most likely most of the time things I could avoid,or just brush off..but no uh-uh not me. I'm a natural born worrier...lol...that's just me!
I looked at my kids this morning,before they got on the bus. I realized in that split second how much older they are. They aren't my lil babies anymore (granted they'll always be,you yourselves as mother's know what I mean there)...They are just taller,and older looking..it makes me quite sad,so sad that I wanted to cry...hmm I just don't like those moments..lol
Yet again....what mother does..lol.
Abby has been talking to me for a long time now about becoming a medic either in the Marine's or Army. I can't remember which one. Her grandpa and great uncles were a military family. She's wanting to become a nurse. I am proud of her,and yet I fear for her. I refuse to break her spirit though..
I've always told my children...I don't care what you decide to do as long as it isn't harmful,degrading,or just mean but I will be behind them 110% in what they decide to do as they get older,and grow up.
Taylor wants to become a chef,and tattoo artist. He's always drawing,or making paper guns,and knives...I need to start documenting with pictures,he's quite talented.. ;)
Abby is as well.
I think it's wonderful that my children seem to want to do what they seem to like a lot/Love.
Well This is all for now!
Blessed Be-
Erica.
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