I expected...

...the end of this semester to act as a stop sign – at least a yield sign. After all, I am finished with school… but life hasn’t slowed a bit since May 7th – or if you want to look at the whole picture, life for this chick hasn’t slowed down for a second since the 15th day of February, 1979. I was due on the first of February – it is no surprise that I was two weeks late – it’s my M.O. I guess it was my very own way of “taking it easy” before the chaos began – and chaos it has definitely been.

I have worked quite a bit in the last month – so happy to be able to once again contribute to my family’s financial needs. Having a lot of money has never appealed to me – but living without it… well, that doesn’t appeal to me either. Since I am still working PRN (picking up available shifts when others are sick or off) – I’m hanging out at the hospital about 35 hours a week – sometimes more, sometimes less – I’d always rather be at home.

Jackson finished the school year with straight A’s and a smile on his face – he received the news that his tumor hasn’t budged even the slightest – no oncology visits or MRIs until late August – God is good and we are grateful. He will have his port removed this summer – when he is done playing baseball – whenever that is…the potential is endless. Jackson has the opportunity to not only play on the Bossier Little League All Star team but he has also been invited to play for a tournament team in Shreveport and just this morning I received a phone call inviting Jackson to attend a “select” youth baseball camp in the Dallas area.

The thunder outside my window is music to my ears – hope to actually hear rain fall this time. Both of the kids are sitting in the bed with me right now – Greer dancing to Dora’s theme song, Jackson asking, “what’s for breakfast” – I want so badly to tell him everyone in America is having lunch – it’s 1pm. I’m heading towards the kitchen to mix pancake batter. Ahhhhh – the summers of staying up late and sleeping even later – being an adult definitely has drawbacks. But then I remember if I wasn’t an adult, I wouldn’t be a momma and I wouldn’t trade a thing if not being a momma was the price.

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