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Old Dogs, Children and Mud Pies

Today, the headline in the Sunday Oklahoman business section is State’s Reputation Not Blown Away. It’s about how efforts to recruit new businesses have not been hampered by the recent spate of deadly tornadoes and floods. Maybe that’s true, but the topic leaves me cold. Still, most of us have pulled out of the pall of silence after the storm.

But, I could feel it last week in the empty parking spaces at the mall and sluggish traffic.  The skip in our step, the unconscious gait, both replaced by mindful movement. Everywhere we went we thought of the storm.

The kids are out of school for the summer now. I pray to do more than endure the hot days ahead but fully embrace the season, and my children: Juliette at 15. Sully at seven. And Bridgy, still five.

Sully summer 2013

Sully, June 2013

Here is my boy Sully. He’s getting so big! He loves to play baseball, basketball, soccer and run track. He is very athletic, poetic and spiritual. A very good friend of mine calls him Father Sullivan. =)  I try not to think about that, but I have started writing down all the amazing thing he says. The other day, we were in the car and he said, “I love God first, Jesus second, Mary third, the foster father Joseph fourth and Charlie fifth.”

Charlie is our Border Collie. As you can see, the rest of us rank quite high.

Charlie, our Border Collie.

You’re right up there with Jesus, sweet Charlie!

Mud Pie Faces

Kid Nature Art Mud Pie

Bridgy’s Mud Pie Face

Here is Bridgy at five. This morning, she called to me from the porch, “Mommy, come look at my mud pancake.”

Kids make arts out of things they find in nature.

Bridgy makes a face out of mud, pecans, leaves and sticks.

I think about all the years God knew her before I knew her. How long did her soul roam the earth before she was born into my arms? Too often during the daily challenges of parenting I completely forget she was not sent only for me to raise, nurture, and love, but to teach me the things I struggle most to know and believe. I love you, Super Bridgy!

Keats on Summer

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

P.S. Pictures of my beautiful teenager shall be posted again someday. When she is 35. And, once again lets me take her picture!

Gen X Blog Jennifer Chronicles

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