Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I Want To Remember:
This passed weekend was a big one for my oldest son. There is a fine line between sharing and bragging and I am very sensitive to that. Especially because I know that in this house NOBODY is perfect...even if the picture makes it look so.
But I do need to document things and this has been the place where the visual meets the actual in some cases...
And I want to remember these days ...for this boy.
May 16, 2015 Jack and I did a mini triathlon together. After he insisted on entering the event I was excited to do this with him. It was his birthday weekend and I knew it would be fun for him and I to do together. He is VERY much a daddy's guy...Pete is his world and he is fine with filling it with all things dad...so I thought this may be a chance to visit that world with him.
We ran together , and biked together as he competed as the youngest in the competition. He did this...all on his own. Each event he was tired and hesitant to go on, but he did!! I did not do the swim portion with him. I would like to say that I opted out of that so I could cheer him on and coach him through 20 laps...but it was really about my hair. I was not willing to get my hair in that pool...
He finished in 53 minutes and I was exploding with pride and tears. He has not even realized the fact that he has inspired many people by his accomplishment. His siblings and some of his buddies want to compete next year..and you can assured that he inspired me..as always.
And then the best moment of all...his first Holy Communion. The joy and excitement of their first Eucharist is so amazingly wonderful that I can never explain how happy it makes me. He was more than ready..and I can't imagine the grace our Lord has for this boy. His face and heart were glowing with excitement and now he feels like he is a real Catholic boy.
My mom and I decorated the church hall for a party after and made a ton of food. The whole event was very Pinterest worthy...but I never took more than 1 instagram shot...oh well...it's better to live it then share it sometimes.
And then Jack turned 9 the next day. Spending the day making him feel special was a great way to end his 8th year of life and begin his very 1st day as a boy who has the grace of the Eucharist....
My parents were here..and now they are gone ...and that is always hard.