pay attention

I could cry (I'm experienced in this area).
I could pretend like it's not happening (I love denial).
I could act like it doesn't matter (not so good at this one).
Maybe I'll just make sure that I'm paying attention. Every single day.
This is really happening.





















































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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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Treasure every day. First and Last. : )
Hang in there momma!
The image of her: friends on either of side, (we can brave this new and exciting world together!) long hair swinging behind her, and her refusal (need?) to NOT look behind her for me is an picture I will carry forever. Tears of pride and sadness are some of the sweetest I will ever taste.
I have been a single mother of my Lauren since she began kindergarten. Two weeks ago, along with her best friends entered Glasgow High School as Seniors. It was brilliant as they all met in a parking lot, decorated their cars and we had arranged a police escort for them to enter the parking lot' As I saw her car approach the parking lot, I shed tears of joy, fear, panic and pride in the young wonderful women she is growing up to be. At that moment, I remembered the exact outfit she wore in Kindergarten and I wondered where the years had gone. You can see the pictures on my facebook page, Susan Chavira.
I did shed many tears the night before as I wrote to her in a special card( I had ordered from compendium). In that card, I vowed to her that we were going to celebrate every minute of this year, like never before.
On another note, you have no idea how much your blog helps me. When I read the second chapter of your new book, I felt as if you had been sitting on my shoulder for the last couple of years. I have probably read it 20 times and shared it with my friends!
If I had one wish right now, it would be that I could sit across the table from you and share my story and receive your wisdom and inspiration.
You know what payback is, don't you, ladies? It's having to take the day off for First Day of School every year, because you know you've got to finish crying those bittersweet tears before the kids get home, and it's going to take most of the morning just to remember those sweet babies growing into these enormous people--and this year that includes starting high school.
some kind of awesome...
And I am determined to help my girls celebrate their growing up and growing into young women in a way that honors who they are and gives them courage instead of instilling fear or shame. Recently, and I'm guessing throughout this 5th grade year, that will mean celebrating the physical process more than we have in the past. Choosing to honor that process "out loud" and in a meaningful way (which I haven't completely figured out yet) is an important separation from my own family history.
So, we march into a new year (does the calendar ever cease to be marked on "school time"?) and we face the fears and the joys and the changes as best we can. Knowing I'm not in it alone certainly does help.
I hope Ellen has a wonderful first week of school. And I hope Charlie mends quickly and well and enjoys his status while he's mending - who could resist THAT LIP?
And boy, does she look like you!
Now, I am watching my grandkids grow up too fast. As you get older, the days and weeks just fly by. Much too fast for this old lady!!!!
God bless everyone!. Days just go by so fast until one day you'll just realize that they are all grown-up.Your daughter has grown-up into a very beautiful lady.