Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Graduate

My next-to-the-youngest son is graduating from high school next week. I believe this is cause to celebrate, but he scoffs and wonders what the big deal is. He doesn't think he has accomplished much in his life. He hasn't received any awards, he didn't become the athlete he always hoped to be, he hasn't been recognized for anything extraodinary, he's not considered a popular kid, he just feels average.
Let me tell you about this "average" kid. He is a natural-born leader. He does not demand this title, yet others seem to gravitate towards him, and follow him. He is someone who does what he wants without concern for what others may think. As a young boy, he would wear striped pants with a plaid shirt, or play T-ball with bright orange shorts and his cowboy boots. He never was one to buy brand name clothing, but would rather see how far his money would stretch. It has never bothered him to dress or act differently than others. He's happy being himself. He is a person of integrity.
This kid has always made me and anyone around him, happy. He has a cheerful disposition ALL the time. He has a sense of humor and can always make people laugh.
He has not achieved scholoastic, athletic, or other honorary awards, but he is a winner. He knows when to step back and glory in the success of others. He is fiercely loyal and supportive of his friends and peers. He attends events in which he'd rather be a participant, but is a spectator, yet he cheers the loudest, exuding genuine happiness in the success of others.
He is one of the bravest people I know. He tried out for, and earned a spot in competing in "Mr. Springville" at the high school. It was a tough competition, broken down into multiple mini competitions. For the talent portion, there were some boys who sang or danced, always with either a group of other friends participating with them, or with music blaring as their background (or cover-up??); skits, where again, friends joined them in the presentation. My son is the ONLY one who opened himself up to a raw display of comedy. There were no flashing lights, no background music, no group of friends performing with him, just him, all alone on that stage, with the student body and parents staring at him, critiquing him. He would either fall flat on his face and get no laughs, or he'd "nail" it. Guess what? He NAILED it! He was scared to death, but he had everyone laughing and applauding enthusiastically. That experience gave him one of the biggest boosts of his life, but he had to take the gamble and jump into the cold water, head first. He didn't drown, but rose above the surface a better person, having more confidence in himself than ever before. I'm so proud of him.
My son is self-motivated, responsible, and honest. I have never once had to drag him out of bed to get to school or work. I've never had to nag him about his homework, or remind him about his work schedule. He always says to me "Mom...I've got it covered", and he does. He never calls into work "sick", but fulfills his responsibility without complaint. His boss knows he can depend on him and has never been disappointed in him. He's not a "flaky" teenager. He is trustworthy and does what he says he will do. He doesn't look for a "cheat" or a shortcut.
My son went to the extra effort of achieving his Eagle Scout award. He doesn't give himself enough credit for this, but it's a big deal I think.
So while others are receiving their awards and medals of honor, scholarships and recognition, (which are all wonderful), I'll take my "average" son any day. He's an exceptional person, a boy growing into a mature young man, who will contribute to society in HIS way. I am so proud of him and love him with all my heart, and I feel this world is a better place because of him.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Another missionary

My son's mission papers are on their way to Salt Lake. We should find out by the end of the month where he will be called to serve.

We have been looking forward to this day for a little over 19 years now; teaching him, leading him, loving him, started making preparations last December, working on the paperwork since the beginning of summer, and now all we have to do is wait for the call.

When he told me about this last step being completed, and that everything is on its' way, I couldn't stop the tears from forming. What is my problem? This is a GOOD thing; something we've always hoped he would want to do. We have two other sons who have served missions and we know the blessings that come from serving in this way and how much this experience builds character and makes a man out of boys. There's so much good that comes from this, and yet...life changes from here on out. Changes are good, but change is change. I lose a piece of my little boy.

I'm not ready to say goodbye, yet this is what a mother must do. We can only nurture and protect for so long. I love this son of mine, and love the one who gave me this son, so...I will send him on his way with faith and love in my heart.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Middle Son

I was praising my son the other day to a few people who had inquired about him, and I realized later, that I don't voice my praise and love often enough to that son himself. So....

You are an AMAZING person, and it all started the day you were born. I will always remember when you were placed in my arms and you looked up at me with your big blue eyes, fully alert, trusting, and full of wonder. You did not cry. You were completely calm and content, yet observant, and at peace. Your quiet manner could be deceiving, but you soak things in and apply them to your life. This has continued to be your pattern throughout childhood, and now into adulthood.

You have been put into situations in your life when you have had to defend your beliefs, and you did so, without apology. You are kind and accepting of others, yet you are firm in your own beliefs and how you choose to live your life. You are an example to kids and adults alike.

You have learned and then shown great leadership skills with scouting opportunities. You have loved so many through these opportunities, and been able to be the teacher.

I have loved watching you explore music, and find a way to express yourself through song. You have an incredible talent with the guitar that blows me away and brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear you play. Your timidity used to confine you to your room, playing in private, but then with some encouragement, you have branched out in sharing with others. Music has been a great outlet for you to express joy as well as pain. Sometimes when you are in the privacy of your bedroom, bearing your soul, perhaps unaware that anyone else can hear you, I can. I do not want to intrude, yet as I listen, I catch a glimpse into how you are feeling at the moment. If it's sadness, I cry silently along with you. If it's happiness, I still cry, but with a smile. You have been blessed with a great gift, that I believe you will reach others with. Don't let it die.

I love how we can talk adult-to-adult now. I enjoy your presence, your gentle hugs, your humor, your laughter, your helpfulness, your compassion, and still...those big blue eyes.

You are no longer the baby looking up at me, but I look up at you (literally, cuz you're so tall), and I also look up TO you, as a man, yet still my child; an example; a wonder; a beautiful person; a teacher; a son of God.

I am so lucky to be your Mom

Thursday, May 6, 2010

If I only had one day left to live...

I just read an interesting article tonight. A study was done where the question was asked: "What would you do with your time if you only had one year to live". Answers included travel, lots of travel, not staying home much, but going out and DOING; eating whatever the heart desired and eating mass quantities; purchasing things, no more "workouts", etc. The same question was asked giving you only 6 months to live and answers remained quite similar; mostly travel and indulging in food and material things. Then the question was asked giving you one DAY to live. Answers changed dramatically. Family became the focus; expressing love; giving hugs; talking and listening. THINGS did not matter anymore. I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I admit that there are THINGS that I truly do enjoy, but what's absolutely most important to me is my family and those I love. Do THEY know I feel this way?