Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments

There are things that seem to come into my life that move me beyond words. My emotions overflow, often in my case, into tears. Today I watched a movie that did just that to me. Filled my heart with happiness, sadness, and thoughts I haven't nourished in a long while. I just watched the movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and found myself here, thinking. What am I? What was I born to do? There was the dancer, the artist, the mother, the musician, the swimmer. If life isn't measured in minutes, but in moments, then what moments have made my life? What has made me who I am? From the day I was born, I began to paint my masterpiece, I began to create moments that defined me. The little girl twirling in the dresses and chasing bullfrogs. The young adolescent playing soccer and leading her team. That teenager that loved so much and then lost it all. The mother of two little boys and the wife of a good man. My moments have only just begun. My masterpiece is only beginning to take form.

I look at those I love around me and can now see so many beautiful tapestries of lives. My father, a tapestry of adventure, excitement, solace in the woods, great love and great sadness; his painting, like many of ours is beginning to change in a way he did not expect. I can see his life and I can feel how much character and life he's put into it. He's bright reds, bright oranges and yellows that intertwine with blues and greens. There's a new color there, an unfamiliar color as he takes the next journey in his life and learns what the Lord has in store for him. I can see my mother, her painting is just as glorious as my father's, but also so very different. There's gentle hands, and a gentle voice, there's great love and sadness as well, there's energy- like an ocean wave that pulls the water out to sea, it's impossible not to get caught up in her energy. She shines like a sunset over the ocean. It's so gentle, the colors are so soft, but the light from the sun is still stunning. My mother's life is vibrant blues, deep purples, and sparkling with yellows and reds.

It is my time to see what colors I've painted my life with. It is my time to find what moments I want, to define me.

I am full of eagerness at what my life has in store for me. Maybe I will be the dancer, the musician, the mother, or the lover.


Meredith Williams said...

You are such a good writer!!

Sheri said...

WOW!! I have never been descirbed so nicely. I really like it. In fact it gave me the chills to read. Thank you so much for your kind words. I am guessing in life you will be ALL of those things at different times... dancer, musician, writer, poet, artist, mother, nurse. etc etc. What a grand journey we are all on truly... Loved spending time with your family. My shoulders are sill sore : )

Sheri said...

Thanks my sweet Jennifer. I choose to see color, to be happy. Even in saddness there is color. Love, Dad

J and M K family said...

you couldn't be more right Dad, some of the prettiest colors are in sadness, especially if Heavenly Father is allowed in to help forming those colors. I don't think you're painting sadness right now though- I think you're just like a child discovering something new. Sometimes new things aren't always pleasant, but like a child we always grow and learn from them and hopefully it we allow it; we become better people for it.