Wow. I realize that all of you have gone about your daily business (mostly) and nothing huge has happened as of late to mix life up a bit. Lately, my life, however, has felt like one big mixing bowl. Lets see...
My trip to Virginia was rather uneventful....all 13 hours of it. I got to stay the night with Marla on the way there and Kimberly on the way home (definitely my two highlights). After the last trip I made to VA, this one seemed very anticlimactic 
But I am thankful for that. My class lived up to its name very nicely and was indeed, intense. I feel I really learned a lot this time around...and I know the DSM IV like the back of my hand. I am pretty sure I can accurately diagnose now, which is important in my field . I still feel like a lot of "disorders" are excuses for sin in our lives, but I take that knowledge and mix it with the belief that true emotional/physical problems do also exist and I pray for the insight to decipher between the two. I really do feel that God has equipped me to do this job and I am excited to see how He is going to use me.
Our first day there all 60ish of us stood up and introduced ourselves to the class, including our occupations, etc. In the other two intensives I had, there were numerous other stay-at-home mom's, but in this particular one there was just me and two others. A lot of the people were in their second careers (40-50 years old) and some were just out of college. My point in saying all of this is that in my real life, I am quite comfortable (even proud) of my SHM status. I am thankful that God has allowed this for our family and I am confident in this decision (for my own family). But standing amongst all of my fellow students and hearing of their experience and expertise in the field, I felt a little sheepish as I introduced myself and my occupation. Not that I was ashamed...just a tad inexperienced as a result. In my real life, I don't care...but amongst them, I did. Funny how different circumstances and different people make you feel differently about your life. While in VA, all I had was school. I focused on it from 6:45 am until 10:30 at night (we had a lot of looooong evening assignments). Now that I am back home I am trying to squeeze school back into the tiny compartment of my life where it belongs and I am feeling out of sorts, clumsy, tired.
It doesn't matter though. Because numerous times throughout the week we were walked through the steps remaining before graduation, and let me tell you friends...there aren't many left. My desire...my hope...is that come May, I will walk down that aisle and turn that cap. Everytime someone mentioned how close we are to graduation I got a lump in my throat...because this journey has been so long and so hard and so much a team effort. It will not be me alone graduating...seriously...without my mom and Jonathan...and even the kids' sacrifice...there is no way I would have ever made it. But I am going to make it. And I am ever-so close. Praise the Lord.
Onto other things..the boys did awesome with Jonathan...and he did awesome with them. I am amazed at how much more confident he is in his parenting of the boys than he used to be. He not only took great care of the boys, he even took them out (to the library...Barnes and Noble, Best Buy, and even attempted Cracker Barrel...that was taking it a tad far, but I am proud he tried!), and gave them a wonderful time. I am so thankful for his support in allowing me to leave for an entire week. He gave up a few vacation days to stay home with our boys and I just think that is very selfless and supportive...of me. Not to mention that rather than feeling like pulling his hair out by the last day, he was actually reflecting on how much he realized he misses out on by being at work all day. He affirmed me that stay-at-home parenting is VERY difficult...but also saw the beauty in the little moments. Love that man.
Lastly, I just want to say thanks again for praying for me...for us. I really appreciate it so much. I don't take it lightly that accidents happen and what is a beautiful and easy life one moment...can change in the blink of an eye. Right before I left for VA, we were setting up our pop-up camper to clean it out (we are going camping in a few weeks). My dad and Jon had set up the camper and they didn't realize the kids would be playing inside. Well, they didn't snap the sides down under the beds that fold out. So Noah was playing on the bed laughing and running back and forth. I was mid-sentence talking to my mom about how happy of a kid Noah is and then...he was just gone. Gone. One minute he was there...the next he was gone. He had fallen through...so about 5 feet. Unfortunately, he fell on the side that has the hitch bars that connect to the car. Thank the Lord that he missed them...because had he hit the bar, I am sure there would have been serious injury. Instead, he just hit the ground. He was ok...but my goodness, he could have broken his neck or his back...who knows. But I just keep playing it over in my mind because that is just how fast things change. Everything is fine one moment...and then life changes, sometimes forever. I kept thinking of that on my trip, and I praise the Lord and thank you all for praying, because 26 hours in the car is a lot of time for something to unexpectedly happen. And I happen to believe that these boys of mine...need their mama
Thanks again friends...time to resume to normal life. I couldn't be happier. These three men in my life...make my world so full.
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