There is a certain ringer we gave our tow line phone, and every one of our kids knows it. Our foster buddy wasn’t with us for two weeks before we heard the ring somewhere in the distance while grocery shopping and he announced to me, “Tow Call!”
When I was a little girl growing up in the Roman Catholic Church, I loved Palm Sunday. Maybe it was because the sun was melting the dingy grey snow piles in Western New York, and we knew the next week we could wear our new Easter dresses, and possibly our new white patent leather shoes if we could get mom to believe our promises that we wouldn’t stomp in the snow piles with them. Or maybe it was because it was all part of the season changing, showing decorations of bunnies and chicks and Easter eggs and, of course chocolate, candy and jelly beans.
What Fridays Look Like For Me Now
This was such a pinnacle year in our life as a family, as well as a TNT team. This was the year all of our kids would (finally!!!) be in school all five days of the week. For fourteen years, I had juggled the whole working-mom-stays-home-and-works-crazy-hours thing, paying babysitters, tag-teaming with Tim as to who would work what shift… and finally, finally, the day that I had dreamed of had arrived: 8:15am on the first day of school, out they all went tumbling out of the van, toting backpacks and blowing kisses… and I was FREE! Free to run errands, free to research our next business plan and project, free to work on our books and accounts during the day so I could be home in the afternoons and evenings. It was looking so.good.
But then I got a call that changed our lives forever.
The Christmas Party That (Almost) Wasn’t
I sit here this evening, ever so grateful for every blessing I can think of in this moment. Like, the kind of moment where even the clean sheets and warm air blowing through the air vents make my heart fill to overflowing. Half of my kids are tucked in to bed, clean and warm and peaceful, while the older ones are waiting downstairs to hang out with their Dad, piano tinkling and faded laughter from siblings drifting up the stairs.
Christmas is my favorite time of year, with traditions from such a happy childhood combined with the empowering of an adult and parent that gets to make the magic come alive for others. This year, with the addition of our first grandbaby as well as our first official foster kid, the whirlwind of excitement in Christmas prep has had me overjoyed so much more than overstressed… I thought.