Summer break started here and I should be in a much better place than I am but I'm dealing with a few issues and it's draining to say the least.
One of the issues is with my son, nothing really serious, just had to see him go through some things and I just want to take all the yucky away from him. Life was much simpler when their biggest struggle was putting their own shoes on the right feet!
We'll be okay and as long as he knows I love him and am there for him, it should be fine.
The other issue is much harder. My son's friend's mother is passing away as we write. She's been in the hospital for a few weeks and her organs are failing. J actually called my son G and told him today was the day. It's almost midnight so today wasn't the day, it's just going to keep going. Our boys are 13. Thirteen year old should be spending the day at the pool or the park, not the hospital. My heart just breaks for him. This means next week is going to start with a funeral. Not a good way to start any week, let alone the second week of summer. This poor kid. It just breaks my heart.
We know how much we love our babies, even if they are adults. We always tell them every day that we love them. They know it in their hearts. But tonight I wrote each of my children an email. I think sometimes, they need to be able to read it and let it sink in and maybe read it again. It will be there for them when they need to go back to it. Sometimes we forget the power of the written word. Only God knows if you are going to get another day, another chance to write things down. I think it's time to start writing little notes, leaving them here and there, because you just never know. And even if I live to be a 110 years old, at least I'll know that maybe I put a little smile on their faces while I drove them crazy!