I never thought I’d write you, of all people, a thank you note. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? After all, for what on earth do I have to thank you? If there’s a debt of gratitude here, isn’t it from you to me?
“So we’re going to be THAT family?” my 14-year-old asked with a little smirk. “Yes. Yes, we absolutely are,” I smiled.
We were sitting around the dinner table – my three kiddos and I (If you can call them that at ages 24, 19 & 14) at one of the first family dinners we had eaten together in weeks. I was telling them of my new plans for more togetherness: Weekly family dinners and monthly family outings.
My children are growing up right before my eyes. I’m enjoying that this has made the day to day struggle of keeping them fed, clothed, and alive (let’s be honest) easier. I don’t think anyone would argue that taking care of a newborn, or keeping your house or toddler intact, is no easy feat. But, as these precious babies grow into older school age children, the weight of motherhood responsibility can, at times, also seem really daunting.
It was a true Christmas miracle – we had a FREE WEEKEND DAY and were offered an opportunity to spend the afternoon together at the theatre. (I knew my self-imposed holiday prep deadline would pay off.) We had yet to experience a performance at the Allendale Theatre, and all four of us were looking forward to checking it out. Parking is a tad tricky, but arriving 45 minutes before show time rewarded us a convenient spot across the street.