April 10, 2012

Alive

We moved swiftly from a little cup of crazy to a big mug of chaos.

There were 11 people in the house for a few days. Every flat surface that could be slept on was. Cooking felt like for a small Army as sometimes there were 15 people for meals, but usually 11. The food was always fantastic as cooking was done by many, the boys spent every waking moment either on the beach, playing baseball in the cul de sac, or football.

It has been proclaimed that Mr. T has the hands. If he'd been a bigger person, he'd be on a football team somewhere. His size has prohibited that and for that I feel blessed.

It is odd to look upon my boys and their cousins now and realize how times have changed. The older cousins range in age from 18-24 and now they bring significant others.

On Easter we were at my brother in law's. He lives on a cul de sac and the kids love to go out and play baseball with a plastic bat and whiffle ball. I pulled up a lawn chair at the end of the driveway and watched.

Before one of us would stand with the batter, holding the plastic bat, showing them how to hit over a home plate.

Now they tower and hold the bat with one hand, hitting the ball to the end of the road.

Before someone had a sippy cup in their hands. Juice boxes would line the road as kids ran in to grap drinks.

Now my nephew stands on the 'pitcher's mound' with a big blue cup filled with cranberry juice and maybe vodka. My sister in law no longer stands behind my niece to teach her how to hit, my niece being 24, but now chides my nephew that since, 'you just walked your SISTER, maybe *I* should pitch because evidently what you're drinking is starting to inhibit your throwing skills!'

I sat back and watched and laughed as the cousins cheered each other on and chided one another.

Even my brother in law's daughter, aged 9, was finally able to join into the fray. She's still learning the game. She was playing first base, but was so excited when someone got a hit, that she decided to run the bases.

We had both ends of the spectrum with the cousins and it was fun.

As I sat there grinning and laughing, my sister in law came up to me and we discussed how daunting it can feel when you have little people, to think of being the parent of an adult. But we both agreed, God doesn't hand you a teenager. God doesn't hand you a 20 year old. (Not typically, anyway...) You take your child from birth through the stages, you grow together, and for the most part, you're always ready because... you're just there.

It was a good Easter. Everyone has left, back to their jobs, college or school. My boys are ready for this school year to be over. I am too, truth be told. It's not that I'm wishing my life away or theirs, for that matter, but we're all tired of this school year and we're ready for it to end.

The band trip to New Orleans is next week. I'm not sure what to think.

I'm taking it one day at a time.

Posted by Boudicca at April 10, 2012 09:14 PM
Comments

On that Football thing ... our HS has a volunteer "team doc" who pulled his own son from playing after the second concussion. Not a nice thing to have happen to teenagers. Said son is alright now and working in the Foreign Service.

Finger crossed regarding "band trip".

Posted by: The Thomas at April 10, 2012 09:53 PM

Life is good when family is around and you get along. ;-) Ohhhh I can't wait to hear about the New Orleans trip...

Posted by: vwbug at April 11, 2012 04:47 AM

Good luck next week.
I can see you sitting there watching your boys and seeing them as they were and as they are now. They are wonerful and we talk of all you often. Kennan asks all the time when we're going to see his best friends, you know, the big boys. Miss D's boys.
Everywhere we go now those that have been a part of Kennan's life comment on how tall he is and that they remember his sweet baby face. Even the baggers at Publix. It makes me ever so sad.
Then there are the phone calls/comments like I got yesterday from a lady at church that said Kennan had come up to her to talk about how "Pop" had died but that he was in a better place and not in pain. But that we are going to be sad for a while. She was amazed at his thoughtfullness over the experience.
She said, "you've done an amazing job". And really it's just..him. I just keep him as safe as I can. and love him as much as we can.
You and G just love your boys right. they are great great boys.
and we, too, are seriously over this school year and his freak of a teacher.
:-) love you.

Posted by: pfb at April 11, 2012 07:39 PM

LOL - every time I hear someone using babysitting as a measure of whether or not they can deal with their own children, I have to tell them to stop it. You are exactly right - you start with a baby (for most of us) and grow with them.

Best of luck on the New Orleans trip. I hope you have a great time. I know there will be stories. :-)

Posted by: Teresa at April 12, 2012 12:07 PM