Spring break is here, and although the pouring rain outside is attempting to put a damper on things, I am trying my best not to let it.
We started break by going to parent-teacher conferences and it is so good to go to those little meetings and walk out smiling and hugging your kiddos for jobs well done. (insert brag: Bela gets an A+ for being an independent learner and example for her classmates and Moses gets and A+ for meeting reading benchmarks by more then double). It feels good though, to not walk out of a meeting with a teacher and be fuming about things your child was lying about/witholding/failing in. It like, you know, makes me feel better about myself. And clearly, that is what I should be aiming for as a parent…Ugh.
We will be having a parent teacher conference with Phoenix in a few days as well. Jeremy and I are flying out early Monday morning to spend some time with P. We haven’t seen him since the end of August when I took him to school, and this will be Jeremy’s first visit to the campus. I don’t know what to think, let alone write.
I have a lot of *hope* for this trip, yet I am not sure if that is the correct word. I have written about 3 paragraphs and continue to hit delete, because my words are all jumbled and I guess the truth is, that is how my heart feels about all of this too. The idea of traveling down the long road to see him, and then once again traveling home without him, is sobering to say the least.
So, I will ask you, friends, to pray for us, think of us, love on us with tender thoughts. We could *use* it. Because as hopeful as we are, we are also trying to be realistic of our expectations of our time together. Sharing my heart with him through the photo book I made and the board game I am bringing and the words I want to say doesn’t mean anything will be reciprocated. And I am trying to prepare myself for that.
When we return we are taking the other children to swim and water slide and smile and the timing in that is perfect. I am thinking my little heart will need the reprieve from, well, the messiness of life.