Yesterday you had one of your fits. Your frustrating moments when everyone and anyone is making you mad. Usually its your house, your parents, your teachers, your siblings, you are always done with someone. Yesterday you spouted off and then got really quite and said "you know what? I am done with Jesus." I asked you why you would say that and like usual it came back to school. Jesus put you in that school and gave you those teachers who give you lots of homework. Off to school you went, all huffing and in tears. Nothing anyone ever says can make it better, you just have to cool down on your own.
Well after school you called me and asked if you could cut the grass and weed whack the weeds. When we got home you asked if we could give you some change to go to the store with Jet. When you came back you so proudly told us that you gave the rest of your change to a homeless woman. I tried to picture a homeless woman in Devon and thought for sure you were scammed but from the details you and Jet were telling me I am most certain that you weren't mistaken and that you were actually approached by a homeless woman. When it was time for bed I pulled out the book about heaven that Nana bought for us and read it to you. After we were done you told me you wanted to bring it to school and see if the teacher would read it to the class so they could learn about heaven as well.
This morning as I was taking my walk a thought popped into my head. The thought brought a smile to my face and actually made me laugh out loud. My sweet Malakai ... You may be done with Jesus but Jesus isn't done with you. :)
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 4, 2014
Happy 15th Birthday
Hey Kiddo;
In just a few short hours you will be 15. 15!!! Can you believe that? It is so hard to believe that in 3 years you will be an adult. Wow how the time fly's by. The other day I read something that someone had posted on Facebook about raising teenagers. It talked about how us as parents should take the time to do all these great things with you so that you will turn out awesome.
There is no secret that you and I have had our differences this past year. I think our biggest challenge is that we are so much alike that we tend to get on each others nerves. We are both not morning people. Ginny comes upstairs all bubbly and wants to know how we slept, dad comes downstairs whistling away, while you and I both need silence. Sometimes their happy is too loud. :) Just like me you love to tease but sometimes you tease to rough or someone takes your teasing the wrong way. We have tender hearts but boy can we let others know when we are not impressed.
Anyways, after reading that article my heart ached a little. I felt like for some reason I failed you but then no sooner did I think that when you came upstairs, laughing hystarically because you called some kid Salmon when his name was Solomon. Lately you have been cracking these little harmless insults that show you are just trying to tease us. Your freakishly passion for ants has finally turned into something interesting. You have such a passion to become an enterpernour. You are always looking to make something that will sell big. :) I am so proud of you.
I love how dating is not your number one concern. I love how when family tempts you to try things that you shouldn't you stand firm and say no. I love how have your own sense of style. I especially love how I shared that exact same style when I was your age but you think of us as old. :) I love your crackling voice and your laughter. I love how you always want your sister or brother by your side. I love how as much as you hate our rules, you will still abide by them.
I guess what I am trying to say is although I sometimes feel like I am failing with you, all I have to do step away and look through the window at the man you are becoming. You will struggle and I will have to let you fall but I will always be there to pick you up and pat you on back. You are finding your own wings and learning to fly. Always remember how important God is to our family. Always remember that we are there for you no matter what. Always know that we will be here every step of the way until you spread your wings and soar. Happy Birthday son.
Love you buddy.
XOXOX
Mom
In just a few short hours you will be 15. 15!!! Can you believe that? It is so hard to believe that in 3 years you will be an adult. Wow how the time fly's by. The other day I read something that someone had posted on Facebook about raising teenagers. It talked about how us as parents should take the time to do all these great things with you so that you will turn out awesome.
There is no secret that you and I have had our differences this past year. I think our biggest challenge is that we are so much alike that we tend to get on each others nerves. We are both not morning people. Ginny comes upstairs all bubbly and wants to know how we slept, dad comes downstairs whistling away, while you and I both need silence. Sometimes their happy is too loud. :) Just like me you love to tease but sometimes you tease to rough or someone takes your teasing the wrong way. We have tender hearts but boy can we let others know when we are not impressed.
Anyways, after reading that article my heart ached a little. I felt like for some reason I failed you but then no sooner did I think that when you came upstairs, laughing hystarically because you called some kid Salmon when his name was Solomon. Lately you have been cracking these little harmless insults that show you are just trying to tease us. Your freakishly passion for ants has finally turned into something interesting. You have such a passion to become an enterpernour. You are always looking to make something that will sell big. :) I am so proud of you.
I love how dating is not your number one concern. I love how when family tempts you to try things that you shouldn't you stand firm and say no. I love how have your own sense of style. I especially love how I shared that exact same style when I was your age but you think of us as old. :) I love your crackling voice and your laughter. I love how you always want your sister or brother by your side. I love how as much as you hate our rules, you will still abide by them.
I guess what I am trying to say is although I sometimes feel like I am failing with you, all I have to do step away and look through the window at the man you are becoming. You will struggle and I will have to let you fall but I will always be there to pick you up and pat you on back. You are finding your own wings and learning to fly. Always remember how important God is to our family. Always remember that we are there for you no matter what. Always know that we will be here every step of the way until you spread your wings and soar. Happy Birthday son.
Love you buddy.
XOXOX
Mom
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