First Full Week of Camp


This shot captures his cool exterior as he was prepping for his first full week at church camp. He’d been awake far too long the night before with nervous anticipation, and could hardly eat breakfast on the drive north. He pecs around the restaurant, then in the car vacillated between playing on his phone or sleeping – neither activity seeming to provide the right level of distraction or comfort. 

On Saturday – we picked him up and I was too amazed to take a picture – he seemed older, more confident and had made several new friends. Sure – his belongings were haphazardly packed and I learned he thought he lost his toothbrush Monday night, so we still had some evidence of his 9-ness, but the change in his actions was fantastic! 

He’s already ready to return! I pray for the wisdom and strength to be the mom he needs and to give him this same opportunity to be more independent at home. 

{gr}ATTITUDE ~ Day 2

Despite the fact that I was roaming the halls between 5-6am dropping of copies of the day’s assignments for my students, I was encouraged by the simple knowledge that my day off allowed my husband to enjoy a beautiful (and bright – thank you daylight savings time!) walk to school, and gave my kids an extra hour of sleep this morning.

I was able to drop my daughter off at school and watch her walk in the doors, already in her final year at this elementary school.  Wasn’t it just yesterday I was dropping her off for kindergarten?  The sun was shining and the promise of everything I love about autumn hung in perfect possibility.

My son and I spent a couple hours at the orthodontist, where, after 18 months, my tin grin fell away revealing my straight, pearly whites!



It’s still strange to look in the mirror and see only teeth.  White teeth.  Big white teeth.  Big teeth.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled, it’s just gonna take a while to get used to!

And the best part is that I’ll still be a regular at the orthodontist seeing as how my son will be getting his brackets on by the month’s end…photos forthcoming for sure!

Having wrapped up our appointment early, we were able to surprise Sis with lunch (McDonald’s of course) and then we ran around playing tag on the playground.  We headed to the middle school to say hello to Daddy and were greeted with cheers and celebration by the lunching seventh graders.

A mid-afternoon at home allowed us to catch up on a few things and gave Calder an opportunity to relax a little bit before we headed out to the next appointment in Lansing.

To top off the evening, we walked downtown for the kids to get a haircut and enjoyed the warmth of this fabulous November night.


While there are so very many moments of my days spent worrying about what isn’t getting accomplished and beating myself up about missed opportunities, I realize that there is so very much for which I am grateful.

Today, we woke up rested from a night of sleeping safe and warm in our beds.  We were still smiling from the fun of yesterday’s time with friends and the perfect snuggly end to our soggy trick-or-treating.

The sun shone brightly and made even the chill of the breeze enjoyable.

We laughed.  Loud and long and often.

We visited with family who made an impromptu visit.

We created and crafted together.  My hands on his as he crocheted, then knitted.  His hands on mine as he needed a reminder.

We read and talked and ate and baked.

We fellowshipped with one another and with our friends from church.

Tonight when we were all piled into beds in the kids’ room, we listened as Seneca read the bedtime story.  “I could listen to you read for hours,” Garth said.  a few pages later, Calder pipes up, “I agree with Dad.  I could listen to you read for hours too, Seneca.”

These moments seem few and far between, but when they come ’round, I savor them.