Thankful Thursday

1. Gabe's teacher
Ever since my kids started school I have seen those moms that have to drag their crying kids into the school. Those moms that have their kids clinging to them as they try to leave. Now I am one of those moms. Gabe went back on track on monday and he did great that first day. Since then each morning has gotten worse. The past two mornings I have had to walk into the school with him and try to ever so gently shove him into his classroom as he is sobbing and coming up with any excuse he can as to why he can't go to school. This morning it was "because it might rain today" and "I don't like eating lunch at school". SIGH. But I am so grateful for his teacher. She is so kind and patient with him. She told me that he is happy once he is there. It is getting him there that is the problem. If anyone has any advice for me I would LOVE to hear it.

2. Peaches
We have peaches coming out of our ears. Anyone want some? Bring a bag and come on over. This weekend I need to make some peach jam and slice and freeze as many peaches as I possibly can. Send me recipes using peaches if you have them!


3. My mom
My mom watched our kids last night (and fed them dinner) so we could go out for sushi. (And speaking of sushi, I'm fairly certain that is what they eat in heaven. There will probably be some surprised and very hungry people.) My mom is also helping me slice and freeze peaches, thanks mom.

4. This blog
What a great example of family pulling together during tragedy. And a great example of truly cherishing motherhood. I often forget to do that. From the nieniedialogs blog...
"Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments.{or if I could enter here-the basket-head mother syndrome} She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).

Wow, treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less. I need to do that.

5. Sleep
I don't think I have had enough of it lately. I love sleeping and I love my bed. Ever have one of those days when it is only 10:00 in the morning and you are already looking forward to crawling into bed that night?