Sunday, June 7, 2015
I am trying to be better about visiting my parents. So many days go by when I stop and think that I have not really sat and talked to them in person. I am always running here and there, with school drop offs and pick ups, homework and bed times.
I think back to when my grandma was alive and in better health. I think about all of the times I could have visited her, but didn't because I was caught up in my world. Now, there is no going back. I often get a thought of wanting to visit her and I can't. Its just an empty spot that I can't fill. I don't want that to happen with my parents. I don't want to feel that again. I want to know that I did all I could and was there all I could be. That I sat there and talked to them.
I want my children to know how important it is to spend time with all of their grandparents. They are creating memories that I hope will never be lost. I want them to feel that love that only grandparents give, because it is special.
Every time we do visit them, it definitely is a fun time. The kids love them and love being at their house. Even when there is nothing to do. We find something. We do it all together.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
This child is drawn to fire. He is always trying to start one the old fashioned way, by rubbing two sticks together. The hard way, I should say. Or any way, really. If we are at either grandparents house, grandma Patricia's or grandma Estella's, he asks if we can have a fire.
He knows the dangers and rules about starting one on his own.
Maybe soon he'll be able to start one this way. He is very persistent. I know he will get it really soon.