Sunday, May 20, 2018

Braylen: Class of 2018


All of the years in school. All of the trips back and forth. All of the tests, homework, and study groups. All of the sporting events, practices, and times with the Rowdies. All of his friends! It's all led to this day. Our Braylen graduated from high school today.  

Congratulations, graduate!
Our family

Braylen's loving grandparents


On his way to his ceremony
All of the months of planning, shopping, and preparing. The guest list. The invitations. The food. The decorations. The pictures. All of the weather uncertainties. It's all led to this day. What a FUN party we had with our loved ones, celebrating Braylen!!!

Celebrating Braylen with a fun party!

He stood by the front door and greeted the guests.

The garage is transformed for a fun gathering space.

"He grew up in pictures."
Our graduation party theme!
I have so many thoughts, and so many emotions, but my overwhelming feeling right now is relief. We did it! He graduated, and we pulled off an amazing celebration. And for tonight, that is enough. :)

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Aaron's 14, and I write every 6 months

I'm working on graduation party planning. That involves lots and lots of pictures. My blog is such a big help to me as I look for pictures to upload into shutterfly! But as I'm working away, sometimes I stop and read my posts from the years gone by and it's like a sucker punch to the gut. These years have really flown by.

From October (my last entry) to April, this school year is almost over. Although we're expecting a blizzard tomorrow, so I'm having a hard time believing Braylen's graduation party is really one month from today. But the calendar doesn't lie, even if the weather is confused.

First things first--Aaron is 14! My goodness, it's hard to believe. We let him open his main gifts last night, since today we knew Braylen would be in Omaha at a track meet, and Derek would be there watching him. Our Wii died a while back, and we've been using my parents' Wii. It finally died too. So with lots of changes up ahead, Derek and I figured it was time for another change. Aaron opened his PS4 last night, and all 3 of our boys are thrilled!


Braylen and Kaleb bought Aaron a blue remote
This morning we were all together as a family of 5, so we sang Happy Birthday to Aaron when he got out of the shower. I'll never forget him smiling ear to ear as we sang to him in the living room, dripping wet in his towel. :) Braylen and Kaleb left for school immediately after that.

The rest of today it's just Kaleb and me here with Aaron, so he opened the rest of his presents. I took him to drum lessons, out for cookies at Eileen's, and for supper he picked Raising Cane's. Then it was off to flag football practice. Thursdays for Aaron are busy days, and his birthday happened to fall on a Thursday!


Tonight he's playing Battlefront II with Kaleb, and they're doing lots of laughing and having fun. Braylen ran a great meet, and I'm thankful Derek could be there with him.

Let's see...what's new since October? We have a hot tub! It's amazing!! Derek really went above and beyond to fulfill one of my dreams of owning my own spa. Ahhhh. My job is going really well. I still love working at the surgery center. The mornings are early, but it allows me to work just a couple of days per week.

Kaleb's grown taller this year, passing Braylen up. He and Derek wear the same shoe size, and they share a pair of black dress shoes. Someday we'll have to buy Kaleb his own pair. Kaleb turned 16 and he's been driving the Honda to school and back. Those early morning swim practices sure were nice to have him drive himself to! He had an amazing swim season, and watching him swim is my favorite way to spend the months of January and February.

Braylen has grown very strong, and his brothers like to talk about how buff he's become. He's been accepted to Cedarville University, and he'll be majoring in Criminal Justice. His senior year of high school has been filled with tough classes and some fun ones, study groups, cross country, intramural basketball games, outings with friends, a camping trip in February, and prom with Ivy and his friends. He's working hard at track, calculus, AP Stats this spring.

For Christmas my parents came here, and we had snow on Christmas Day. My favorite memory from that time together was when Mom, Aaron, and I went in the hot tub on Christmas Eve and big, fat snowflakes fell gently onto our heads.

It's impossible to recount everything we did and experienced these last 6 months. But I can share what I'm trying to do right now. There's one month left before Braylen's done with school here at home. From preschool through high school, it's ending. I've been looking at August, and all the changes we'll be going through. Yes, we need to prepare for it. We need to figure out finances, teach Braylen how to manage finances, and get him ready for dorm life--college life--900+miles away from home. But in this next month--I need to set that aside. I need to live in the moment so that I don't miss a memory. These days are FUN! These days are EXCITING! These days are filled with reasons to CELEBRATE! I mean, he's worked all of his life to get to this point. I'm not going to miss it by worrying about all of the changes in August.

And so, that's our life right now. I don't want to miss a thing.

Monday, December 4, 2017

The Long Goodbye

Lots of people ask me how it feels to have a senior. Their kids are small, or they're just entering adolescence. So I tell them all the right things.

It feels exciting--we've been preparing him to leave us one day, and we're almost there. He's so ready. Exciting and rewarding, right? It feels stressful--planning the graduation party, while remembering to enjoy the moment? Anyone? It feels like an out of body experience. Other people go through this stage of life, always other people. So it can't be me. But most of all? The part I keep to myself?

It feels like a year long goodbye.

The last first day of school picture. The last birthday at home. The last cross country meet. The last awards banquet. The last deer hunt. The last Christmas season with him living in our home. The last, the last, the last...

I feel like my heart can only take so many of these, and yet, they stretch out over an entire year. It hurts over and over again. For a year.

Yes, I still have him here. He still sits around the table with us and makes us laugh. I still give him a hug every night and tell him I love him. I don't want to miss this.

But sometimes, when he's out with his friends or away from the house for some reason or another, I'll look at his chair and think, "This is what it will be like all the time next year. Empty." And then I cry. Just a tear or two, because soon he'll be home and I have a family to care for.

The Christmas season has really made these moments come around more often for me. When I unpacked his ornaments I thought, "Next year I'll have to set these aside for him to hang up during Christmas break. Will he be home for Christmas break? He chose a university 900 miles from home, so he'd better be!" I hear a song that he likes and I think of him. And I imagine singing along without him here, and I just don't know how I'm going to carry this hurt.

The year long goodbye. I can't rip you off like a bandaid. I get to endure every single last thing you bring my way all year long, while telling myself to be grateful I still have you. And I am grateful.

My boy is an 18 year old man. He has plans and dreams of his own, and I get a front row seat to it all. This sounds very logical, doesn't it? But here's the thing. Moms hear heartbeats first, and logic second. Like that moment I first heard my son's heartbeat swooshing through the doctor's crackly speaker, I heard love. I did not even for a second hear that heart beating and think anything about the pain of childbirth. The fatigue of sleepless nights. The struggles with discipline, or the pain of letting go.

Likewise, when I walk through these lasts with my son, I think about all that I'm loving, and what I'm about to lose when it's over. I'm really not thinking of the fact that he's ready. And that we've raised him to leave one day. You know, the logical stuff.

When the year long goodbye is over, the new beginnings will start. We'll enter a new season, and life will be different. It will become our new normal. And everything will be all right in the end. It's getting there that's the hard part. The long goodbye.

Braylen' with his new car and our Ginger girl
Kaleb bought Braylen's truck.
He'll drive the Honda until May.



Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Hello Fall

From March to October in a flash! That's the story of my life these days. Three teenagers keep me on the go, go, go for sure. Every new stage with my kids becomes my new favorite. That's how I cope with all of the changes that come with raising kids. They're not meant to stay little, after all.

So, where do I begin? When I left off in March, we were spending spring break at home for the first time, maybe ever. Now we're almost done with the first term of this new school year. Braylen's a senior--a senior!--while Kaleb's a sophomore, and Aaron's a 7th grader. I take whatever moments I share with them, usually while driving them somewhere or feeding them a meal, and I thank God for these boys of mine. They're becoming independent, needing me less and less. I tell myself it's as it should be. I'm alone with my thoughts more often than ever before, which brings me to the biggest change in my life this year.

I enrolled in an RN refresher program to reactivate my nursing license. When a local surgery center called me out of the blue in January, offering me the chance to go back to work as a nurse, I couldn't find a reason to say no. They were willing to wait for me, so I said yes to everything God led me to. Through every step of this process, He showed me very clearly that He was leading me along this path, providing everything I needed. I quit my job at the bookstore and went "back to school." From February 15th-May 25th, I worked through the online portion of the course. In June I completed the BLS certification and clinical passport in time for my upcoming 30 hours of clinical experience. On June 21st Derek and I celebrated 20 years of marriage, and the next day I left for my clinicals. I was so scared! I had to pass a math test, over a dozen clinical check off skills, and work two 12 hour shifts in a hospital. After 16 years away from nursing, I was a bit rusty. Ha! It felt like my nursing brain was coming back to life, and instead of re-learning everything, I was remembering everything I had already learned. Every single step of the way, God showed his faithfulness to me. Never in my life have I experienced such clear leading. He literally took my hand and directed my steps.

On June 1st I officially began employment with the surgery center. They took me through orientation and training, so that when my RN license came through at the end of June, I was ready to work there as a nurse. I'm usually there two days per week. Sometimes I leave the house before my boys leave for school, which can be a bit tricky for Kaleb's early morning band practices, but so far it's working out. Aaron's riding his bike to school a lot, and of course Braylen gets himself wherever he needs to go. Derek's worked the night shift since February, so he has some flexibility in the morning. I'm always done by 3:00, a lot of times earlier, so I don't miss out on after school activities. I've discovered I really enjoy my job. My patients are very kind--some of them really make me laugh! I'm meeting people from all walks of life, serving them when they're most vulnerable. They're all healthy, which is a wonderful perk of working in outpatient surgery! My coworkers are my new friends, and at this point in my life, I can't imagine not having them in it.

Summer of 2017 in my mind became one big summer of work. Derek couldn't take any time off from February-September 1st because his sergeant partner was on light duty. I had my hands full with school and learning my new job. Braylen worked full time on the farm. Kaleb worked as a lifeguard--his first job!--and he had summer PE and driver's education. Aaron mowed lawns, and was really the only one in our family with down time. I tried to make sure he didn't slip through the cracks. We went to the pool a few times while Kaleb worked, we took lots of trips to the library, and he played with his friends a lot. Another label for this summer is our Marvel Summer. We watched as many Marvel movies as we could, since it gave us something to do together. We took no official vacation. We didn't go anywhere except the lake. Which leads me to one more aspect of our summer...

Jet skis. We bought jet skis--3 of them, to be exact. Derek and Kaleb spent countless hours working on them, and in the end, we sold one that never did work quite right. These jet skis became our "vacation." They brought happiness and frustration, literally. I think it was a good lesson for all of us that stuff will never bring you joy. We sure did have fun with them, don't get me wrong! But I never want to forget that all of the fun we had came with a price. Not just money, but gobs and gobs of time.

Braylen turned 18 this summer. I turned 41. We made it through 8 long months of night shift for Derek. Today is actually his first day shift, so for the next couple of weeks we'll be in transition mode. Aaron joined the cross country team at his middle school, and it's been a good experience for him. As he says, it "keeps me occupied." :) Kaleb is in marching band, and that's like a sport. But the practice is before school instead of after it. And he's swimming 2-3 evenings per week, getting ready for the winter swim season. Braylen's running cross country again, although he's only doing it to be with his friends. He doesn't love the sport. (I'm like, who does?) :) But it keeps him in shape and he works hard at practice every day. He agreed to be the student rep for a community prayer group that meets monthly on the high school football field, and I'm so very proud of him for stepping up like that. This group wouldn't have been able to meet if Braylen didn't agree to go before the administration and call it his student group. He's secure in who he is, Whose he is, and that means more to me than any athletic or academic achievement out there.

Here's to a memorable fall! Our last one with all 3 sons living in our home. It's hard to believe, it really is. I started this blog when our boys weren't even in school yet. And now it's almost over. Here's our most recent family picture--a birthday photo, of course. :)