Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Friday, September 6, 2013

One More Chance

Tough Day.

Kids are adjusting to the "Back to School" routine just fine... probably better than me.

This morning, though, Handsome had a special request.

He wants his Dad to "move back in."

First of all.

Dad has never lived HERE.

Dad made choices, as did I, that caused us to lose the house that the kids were brought into.  Just saying that, makes me get teary.

I struggled,  for years, to make a family and make it right for the kids.  I lost myself, and the mother I wanted to be.
I, finally, made the decision to put an end to the constant disappointment, and move forward without "Dad."

The kids were too young to know the devastation is was causing them.

They no longer remember the constant fighting (Puddim Pop was too young to even notice).

They never realized my constant frustration was never about them.

All they know now, is that Dad is "clean".... and deserves another chance.

Another Chance.

I give my kids several chances to do the right thing,

They don't understand why Daddy doesn't get another chance.

Just. One. More. Chance.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Sad to see Summer Go

Just had an amazing time in Michigan, visiting family and friends.  I have to say, I'm a little sad to see Summer end.

I'm excited for the kids too start the next year of school.  Handsome is in his last year of elementary school and Puddin Pop will receive letter grades for the first time.  That is all very exciting but...

I've had a blast this Summer.

We've stayed up late.  Slept in A. Lot.  and really just (for the most part) really enjoyed our time together.

Lots of water time, lots of chill time, lots of snuggle time and possibly too much travel time.  It's amazing what the kids will tell you when trapped in a car for 13 hours.  Some of it made me furious, but I'll handle it.  It was a chance to hear what they are feeling and think.  It was precious time that I wouldn't have wanted to miss.  Glad I made the time to take the trip.

Ready for what comes next.