I’ve decided to take the link to this blog off of Facebook.
I’m really not sure why I ever put it there in the first place. Oh, well. 
I may leave the link up on Musings. Who knows? Nah. I think that I’ll take it down.
In reality, only Kyle and I read it. Hopefully, one day my children will take a look. But then again, I’ve terrified poor Elizabeth with my small penis story on Musings…
I am so very proud of my children. Literally, my chest swells with pride when I think of them.
As I mentioned earlier in the week, the boys have stepped up to the plate once again.
They do what needs to be done.
They do what is best for their family.
They did not learn these things from their father. In fact, he taught them the opposite. They figured it out on their own. They know the value of family. They honor their family. They love their family.
And my daughters, they are spirit and light. They are fighters. They are real women. Like their mother, if you knock them down, they will get right back up.
I am so very blessed.
Truly, no one is more blessed than I am. My children and I have been through numerous challenges, including a trauma of one of our own. Many people would expect me to be displeased with the way my life has proceeded. Not so. Think: do the people who have everything and want for nothing realize the strength that they possess? For that matter, can they really possess strength if they have never been tested?
I am blessed.
My children are my heart.
There is no pain that can compare to the pain that I feel when one of my children hurts, whether it be physically or emotionally.
Right now my heart is lying on the floor, sliced.
It’s one thing to deal with your own disappointment, but another thing completely to face the disappointment of your children.
Sometimes plans change. Sometimes plans must be toned down. After promises to the children. After assurances. Trust me, you say.
Then it all blows up. Well, not completely. The main and most important factor is still there. The when is solid. But the details…the details, the wheres and whats, have drastically changed. And kids might understand that, but they lose a bit of their confidence in you. That hurts. It’s a killer, in fact. Because you would offer them the world if you could. Of course, Atlas would probably have a back spasm and send the planet into a black hole.
Yesterday was wonderful! I was blessed to have all five of my children together for Mother’s Day. Pictures were taken, but I’ll have to upload/download/sidewaysload them later.
We went to my mother’s grave. I left a note and a rose for her.
We made a video, sans Rebekah. She had already gone back to Chris’ house.
We watched The Illusionist. It is one of my favorite movies.
We had dinner and cheesecake. I opened my cards and gifts: a beautiful Mother locket, a Chicken Soup book, Pepsi and straws, slippers and Hempz!
Words cannot even come close to expressing the love that I have for my children. And as it is 6 am, there really is no point in me trying! Suffice it to say that they are my world.
Yesterday I wrote that I hoped to see my sons this weekend. John Mark surprised me by stopping by to mow my lawn! His girlfriend came over with him. We had a very, very nice conversation, the three of us. I love that boy. I love them all so much it hurts sometimes. I asked him a few minutes ago if he knows how very much I love him and he said that he does. This was after I told him that he was the most challenging of my children to raise. I didn’t mean anything by it other than to say that he kept me on my toes the most of all of them. I think he took it the wrong way at first, but we quickly got it sorted out.
There are people who judge me harshly because of the number of children that I have. To hell with them. I am more blessed than anyone that I know.
