A STORY OF A MOM WHO CLEANS UP MESSES AND LOVES THOSE DRESSES

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Life

So people keep asking me how work is going and I really love it.  There are some challenges, but for the most part, it has been great for me.  I am starting to see patients now, and they are so fun to work with.  I am seeing all different ages from 2 to 14.  All with different kinds of vision disorders.  It has been really exciting learning and growing in this area.  It is nice to be able to talk to my husband if I have any questions.  I am impressed with all that he knows and I love how passionate he is about helping people.  It is interesting how once you start to learn about something you realize how little you know and I keep learning new things every day.
I have really enjoyed summer.  Next week school starts again.  I wish summer could last forever.  I am not sure I am ready for "real" life to start up again.  I signed my kids up for their extracurricular activities this week.  I often find it difficult to balance, but I think our schedule will work just fine this year.
My Neil turned seven years old.  I love that kid.  He is such a happy and sensitive soul.  It makes my heart ache a little to be approaching the time that he will have lived longer than his older brother... September 24rd.  That is the day.  The day that Neil will be older than Gordon ever was.
Sometimes I feel like I have come so far, and life has kind of moved on.  Like we are in our lives now and things are the way they should be.  Other days, I feel that raw emotion like it was yesterday.  Most of the time I think we are ok.  We do fun things together.  We laugh.  We smile.  We sing. We dance.  And other times we cry.  Although, we don't cry very much.
Our cat died.  I think a fox in the neiborhood got in a fight with him.  A friend found him in our front yard.  Tegan was the only one that was visibly a little sad.  I think after all that has happened, perhaps to them losing a cat is nothing.  I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.