i just love to hate this time of year.
nothing like happiness, joy, and bliss surrounding you to remind you how ungrateful you are.
i have been tested as a parent recently... this is nothing new, but its taken on a whole new level for me since Thanksgiving.
i can't even imagine how many times i fought with my parents thinking, ok KNOWING, that i was always right... but i can remember, and VERY specifically the few times i heard these words come from John or Jana;
"i'm so disappointed in you."
and it hurts. it hurt bad to know you've caused that.
Enter my 7 year old.
Drey is a great kid. i love him more than i can even describe. but recently, he has acquired traits that i am not fond of. he's done things that he shouldn't, and hurt some other people.
the way that makes you feel as a mother and person is indescribable.
knowing someone you have taught better and raised, has hurt someone else hurts me more than i can express.
its a hard lesson, very hard, for a 7 year old to wrap his head around, but hopefully we can learn it together.
its the time of year John got really bad, and left us missing him. its hard to remember how amazing my dad was before he was sick, but he was. seriously... he was THE BEST.
so i'm going to try hard to remember how lucky i am to have such an awesome boy, greatest family and friends and co-workers, my health, and the opportunity to go to school to learn how to help others.
so luckily... its a break for me until January. I will not even look at a nursing book, or online quiz until Jan 10th and focus on whats important.
my babe.