Yesterday was such an emotional day for me.
Kacie had a sleepover on Friday night.
I promise I will do a post on that one day this week.
I've already told you that my kids' birthdays are sooooo emotional for me.
I love them so much and appreciate each year I have been given with them.
I just have this weird quirk on birthdays that I mourn the fact they are a year older and that much closer to growing up.
People told me to enjoy my kids when they are little because they grow up so fast.
I knew that but I don't think I ever really wrapped my brain around it.
Eight years went by like a flash.
I think that's what scares me so much now.
I can look back and see that 8 years
FLEW by.
Now I know how short 8 more years will seem.
Anyway, this is Kacie around 5 or 6 months old I think.
My dad is holding her.
I do not have a scanner and need one.
If anyone knows of a good scanner for someone technologically challenged, please let me know!
I ended up taking pictures of pictures. Ha!
Here she is around 9 months old at one of my favorite photos shoots she had.
She is holding Tim's and my , mine and Tim's, or however the correct form of English is, hands.
Yesterday morning I just kept reflecting on the sleepover Kacie had the previous year when she was a first grader.
Wow.
What a difference a year makes.
She only had two friends over this time (eight last time), but it amazed me the difference between how 2nd graders think and act as opposed to 1st graders.
They are so much more into older things and less little girl-ish.
It made me sad.
I love the innocence of a child.
I teach preschool and think there is nothing like the way little kids think.
I am so scared I will not be able to relate as well when my children get older.
Am I the only weird person out there like this?
Anyway, when the smoke cleared yesterday and the dust settled, I had a quiet time of reflection.
I cried.
I cried a lot off and on all day.
I was so emotional.
I felt like my chest was tight and heavy and I couldn't breathe.
I went into the sob verses just "the cry".
I haven't sobbed in a while.
It feels awful but it also feels good.
Kind of cleansing.
Kacie is one of the most innocent, naive kids I've ever met.
She truly has the best heart and would rather die than even hurt someone's feelings.
I am SO proud of the little girl she is.
See, she's 8 but I will still call her a little girl!
Anyway, my sweet husband built some shelves in the garage yesterday for me to put all my school stuff on.
I didn't ask him to, I guess he was just tired of my
junk supplies cluttering up the garage.
So I went out and starting organizing the tubs on the shelf.
I saw a few toys that once belonged to the girls when they were younger.
I cried.
I saw a porcelain doll that once belong to my grandmother Morine.
My children never got to meet her.
I cried.
I saw some books on the floor and realized they were little books that Tim's grandmother Phyllis, Kacie's great grandmother used to send her when she was about 2.
Each month Kacie would get her Animal Babies book in the mail and she just thought it was so special.
She loved her "Granny with the Tom Cat" (that's what she called her) (because she had a cat named Tom).
"Granny with the Tom Cat" passed away early last year.
So every time I looked at one of those books I cried.
This is a picture (of a picture) of "Granny with the Tom Cat".
I was so sad that life has to change.
It is always changing and nothing ever stays the same.
Tim popped his head into the garage to ask how I liked the shelves.
I started dumping all my crazy, irrational thoughts on him.
I was a mess.
I told him I just can't make the time stop.
I think I almost had him in tears at one time.
I even told Tim that soon (my girls are 5 and 8) the girls would be gone and I would just be lost without them.
I asked him what I would do when they were gone.
My heart felt as if it were just breaking.
Then the emotional roller coaster took off and every area of my life that causes me stress just came bubbling out of me.
I informed Tim how much I miss my old friends at work.
Two were not asked to come back to work this year and one was moved to another center.
I miss them.
A lot.
Sometimes I don't think about it a lot and realize it is what it is.
Some days I miss them terribly.
Some days I long to see one of them pop around a corner.
We have recently felt God leading us to attend a different church.
We have not heard a direct answer from God yet about where he is leading us.
We have been visiting a church that we do really like a lot, but only want what God wants for us.
I cried about that too.
Being in limbo is hard but I know that is where faith comes in.
I call it, "Putting your money where your mouth is."
It's hard stuff people.
Anyway, Tim tried to be compassionate but I know he was thinking, "Why did I come in here and how in the world am I going to get away from this sobbing mess?"
I am so thankful that "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." ~ Hebrews 13:8
Change may come, but He never changes.
I used to be a BIG 4Him fan back in my highschool and college days.
Here is a song that popped into my mind.
I could not find a good video but here are the words.
Well, I'm pretty much all better today.
For now anyway.
Do any of you have bad days like this?
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