Things that make you say hmmmm…

Braxton is home sick today.

It’s a rare thing for him to get sick. Aside from having cancer (I do not say that lightly) he is a healthy kid. He has had maybe 2 ear infections in his 9 years and when he gets sick it’s usually a fever and he is over that in a day or 2.

Considering his history I think that is something remarkable.

When he is home and it’s a Sunday, it’s just me and him. As he gets older and more independent, my heart is a little sadden that he doesn’t need me as much as he once did. I was with him so much in his early years and I doted over him so much, worrying and making sure that everything was always OK. Now, almost 4 years post cancer he just doesn’t need his ole’ mama fussin’ over him anymore.

We had a chance to chat… and he “chats” on such an advanced level that it’s almost like talking to someone twice his age. Today we had a chat about getting “sick”.  We talked about how on December 10th 2006 he was already showing signs of remission only 1 month into treatment. He was technically NED or (no evidence of disease) at that point and we knew his healing was taking place.

I think now that he is older and we have been able to explain to him, just how sick he was and just how serious the situation really was, he understands a little better and I think now he fears it a bit. He is smart enough to know that there is always a chance that he could relapse regardless how small that chance is there is ALWAYS a chance. So no matter how many times I reassure him it won’t come back. He still worries.

My boy.

How I prayed for him and longed to be his mama, and then about this time in 2006 we found out we were finally pregnant. God had amazing things in store for him then and I didn’t know it.

I am enjoying may day with him regardless if he has a stomach bug or not, I am soaking in the mama/Brac time because one day I won’t be able to “dote” over him anymore.

Some days sick days aren’t so horrible.

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Elf on the Shelf….

So if you know me well then you know that we DO NOT have an elf.Image result for elf on the shelf image

** Call in the Christmas Police **

I know! It’s awful and I should probably be sent to some kind of parenting time out (not a bad idea)…. but y’all adoption is expensive and an elf that is dependent on me to move may never be moved at all. It would be a miserable elf existence.  I mean I am doing something wonderful getting my kids moving daily and it is a struggle remembering to “call” the tooth fairy. We would have the most boring elf in town.  And they would wonder why everyone else has these elves that do remarkable things like leave treats and ours just… sits there.

Can’t I just sit a stuffed animal in the tree and say that he was the second string elf???

So, they ask … “mom, why don’t we have an elf?” So I had to get creative.

“We do!”

“His name is Leroy and he is a sissy dog…. he refuses to come in!”

“I have tried to convince him, promising him that you will all sit still and read books until Christmas and play quite games to ease his timid little elf soul.”

“Y’all he ain’t buying it. He said he looked in the other night and all these wild barbarian looking people came running in from the back room, wearing nothing but underwear and swinging  swords and wearing masks and screaming like crazy people as they went after what appeared to be a sweet little princess only to learn that she was in fact a monster and attacked the warriors. He went running away like the gingerbread man from an oven and begged Santa NEVER to send him back.”

*** insert gasps from wild warriors and monster princess***

“Santa told him to wait by the window and report back and that there was no need to put himself in harms way.”

So Leroy the sissy dog Elf hangs out, outside and the kids look for him every day hoping that he will be brave enough to come in.

Let’s just say that these kids have been walking a lot softer and being a lot sweeter these days hoping that Leroy will join us inside one morning.

I mean there are days that I run to the store and pull into the drive way to hear the “joyful sounds” all the way outside. I often question whether to go in myself.

Merry 18 days to Christmas.

 

Let them be little….

Caleb Eron is by far my most imaginative child. He makes me smile just by the little things he says.

Part of the reason that I write this blog is because I don’t want to forget the things my kids say.

The humor that is them, keeps me so very entertained.

Sometimes being a mama can become mundane. The same things day in and day out. It’s easy to get stressed and forget the joy that being a mama is. My kids certainly keep it interesting for me.

Caleb is a cowboy at heart. We have NO horses and we live in “town”. We do not own a farm and the most interaction that he has with farm animals and the ranch life is when we visit Papaw and Nana in Waverly.

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But, even with all that being said he faithfully wears his cowboy boots, straw cowboy hat and vest and star EVERY where we go.  He sleeps with them and makes sure that he never forgets them. And thanks to youtube.com he has recently seen a few clips of bull riding and a few clips of an old show called “Bonanza”. And those are on repeat.

Getting out of the van yesterday he asked “mom, who was the first man on earth?” I replied… “Adam…. and who was his wife??”

Caleb said “Eve!”

“That’s right”, I replied, ” they had 2 boys, what were their names?”

With a look that only he could give me, he said “I don’t know! Hoss and Little Joe?!”

Oh Caleb, please don’t ever change who you are!

Last night, we put the finishing touches on our tree and I do believe the older my kids get the more fun it is watching them enjoy the Christmas season.

This is truly the best life anyone could ask for!