Monday, November 26, 2012

Need More Space.

So I came all prepared to blog but instead got a message that I'm out of space.

I gotta think.

Your ideas are welcome.

Be back at 'ya soon.


Sunday, November 18, 2012

Missing You!

So this is me
with my Daddy
and my sister.

November 17, 2012

It's been a long time since we'd been together in one place.
As of yesterday, we now reside in three different states spanning Tennessee, Virginia and North Carolina. 
It may be a very long time before we're together again.

I think I'm pretty sad about that.

Happy Sunday y'all!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Shayne Graduated, Let's Eat!

With diploma in hand and a GPA honors worthy, the only thing left to do was party.  

friends came

friends he sees a lot 

and friends he hasn't seen for a long time
they filled our home

and the yard

and meeting for the first time filled our hearts

Grandparents came from far

and Grandparents came from near
even teachers in our hearts held dear
and did I mention the food?

cooking the hot dogs

So party we did.

Happy Monday y'all!

Friday, November 2, 2012

Panic Attack.

My mother-in-law used to tell me that I wasn't okay unless I was "fine".  If I told her I was good, okay or anything else when she asked, she'd say "what's wrong" and she was usually right.

I'm trying to be fine with this whole my son wants to be a marine thing.  

Today, it got to me.  I'm not sure how it invaded my day between meetings and uh, meetings.  But like an uninvited kid showing up at the bathroom door as soon the mommy closes it for 5 minutes of peace and quiet, it was there knocking.

As the waves of nausea rolled over me, I could feel my heart beating in my throat.  I couldn't breathe.

I decided it was a good time for a lunch break so I could get this thing under control.  I gasped my way to the car.  I prayed.

I know I am not the first nor will I be the last momma to have to learn how to stop doing what we've done since before our children took their first breath.  We are designed to make sure our children are safe, and their basic needs are met.  We feed them, cover them to keep them warm, and protect them from sticks and stones and words that hurt. 

I understand the purpose of boot camp.  I know it is necessary.  And I know that once he leaves everything will change.  My control- gone. 

We're in the very first steps of this journey, but I'm already learning some things.  In the midst of my panic today I learned
  • I need to be very selective in what I read 
  • the words of other Marine mommas are very comforting and welcomed
  • I can't pray enough for my son
So indulge us here at 5ALLENZ as I figure out just what a momma is to do when her child wants to be a Marine.  And if you've got it figured out, I'm open to suggestions.

Happy Friday y'all!

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