Thursday, November 22, 2007

I'm Thankful for

Chris's love and patience

And for our Thanksgiving meal today, I'm thankful for...

Mark's Cornbread Dressing and Gravy
Angela's Sweet Potato Casserole, Green Bean Casserole, and Cranberry "fluff"
Natalie's Mac and Cheese, Corn, and pink Jello "fluff"
Evelyn's pies
(notice that Denise wasn't responsible for anything!!)

God is good, and we're thankful for all of His blessings. Happy Thanksgiving to you!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Surgery is no fun

Last Friday morning, I spent quality time with two of Paris's finest doctors. I don't remember a second of it. That's the good news. The bad news is that I know that they were doing their jobs, and I can still feel it.

I went into this big deal. Get some things fixed, spend a couple of days in the hospital and a couple of weeks recovering. It has been 14 years since my last surgery, so I must have suppressed all the pain and yuck involved with surgery. I know that I'll feel better once I recover completely, but I'm not there yet.

My friends have been amazing. I have three beautiful floral arrangements and plenty of really good food. I've had cards and emails and phone calls and visits from many friends as well. My mom was quite impressed with the love that has been shown. I'm not surprised because the people I work with and attend church with are the best people in town. There's no contest.

We're looking forward to a quiet Thanksgiving here. Natalie and Brandon came in tonight, although Brandon will leave for Plano tomorrow. Nick, Angela, and Ethan will be here after midnight, and they'll go back Thursday evening. Nick has to work at 5 AM Friday morning. Nat will be here until Sunday. My brother-in-law is making dressing with chicken and gravy, so Chris will meet him in De Kalb tomorrow to pick it up. Natalie and Angela get to make all of the side dishes, and I get to play with Ethan on the couch. Sounds great, doesn't it?

I'll be a new woman once I recover from surgery in a few weeks, and I'll have the pleasure of watching my daughter and daughter-in-law take care of Thanksgiving dinner. Life is good.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Mom to the rescue

Frances has a great post about being connected to her young adult kids even when she was half-way around the world from them. Lucky me...I had some mom moments myself today.

First, I got an email from Angela. She's applying for a teaching position for the spring, and she needed my advice on some questions on her application. It's pretty cool when my daughter-in-law is asking for help.

Next, Natalie called. She and Brandon were on their way to Marshall from Longview when she ran over something and had a flat tire. (I didn't ask why they were in Longview in the middle of the afternoon...but I will!) Thank the Lord that Brandon was with her and helped her change the tire. She wasn't sure what to do about the tire, so she called dear old Mom for me to tell her to go to Wally World and use the credit card to get a new tire.

Then, Nick called. He was frustrated about not being cleared to take the next portion of the TeXes test for certification. I checked online to verify the registration deadlines and assured him that he'd have plenty of time to get everything worked out. Also, he told me about his good experience directing the high school bands today as part of his student teaching. He said it went well.

I talked to Nat early this evening to make sure everything went as expected. I told her about talking to both Nick and Angela today and helping them with their problems. She told me that she's thankful that she can call me and ask for advice or help whenever she needs to.

She has no idea how much a comment like that means. Only the parent of young adult children can really appreciate it. When they're in high school they can hardly wait to get out of the house and on their own. But, when the chips (or the application or the tire or the test) are down, I'm thrilled that they call dear old Mom to talk it over. I guess that old adage is right: A mother's work is never done. I hope mine never is.