see how they run...

cross country double seasons (middle school and high school) means double the fun.

for instance... this photo below was taken 15 minutes after rosalea ran a PR 15:44 and then promptly threw up at the finish line because she had run so hard. and look at her 15 minutes later. happy as can be... 

rosalea and her awesome cross county coach. i love great teachers. this is a great teacher...

and then this one from a high school race in carrollton, GA... 

the early morning light in carrollton, GA is always so great for photos. my friends umi and jane look especially lovely in the morning light...

so now let's chat about what we are doing THIS weekend...  

going to see THIS girl... 

we haven't seen her in SIX WEEKS!!!!

that tire photo was taken the day before we left to take her to nashville. we had taken kodie to the dog boarders in bainbridge (where we adopted him) and there is this HUGE area of old tires. we thought it might make for a cool photo background. it did. but let me tell you that it did not smell pleasant AT ALL. and there were a LOT of flies. but millie is the daughter of a photographer and she knows the drill... who cares if it is uncomfortable if it looks GREAT in the photo. 

and let's talk about those boots she has on. was that a girl destined to go to nashville or what? anyway she LOVES it there and we can't wait to see her and meet all her new friends and just have some family time with her again! 

there are times...

when you actually see the words of Scripture illustrated in a photo. sent to you on your phone. in the middle of an ordinary day. case in point, this photo... 

that photo speaks a thousand words. and a thousand promises answered. oh wait, you don't see it? well, it make take a thousand words to explain it... 

here go the words... that is my daughter millie (on the right) and one of my best friends deaver (on the left) having lunch together yesterday in nashville.  simple enough. millie is in college in nashville and deaver lives in nashville, so what is so special about that photo?

well, it came after a rough 36 hours for millie (and deaver too.) millie woke up saturday morning early (like before the crack of noon. WOAH.) feeling horrible. she took her temperature (because i packed a thermometer in her "health and medicine kit", of course) and her temp was 103. she isn't studying to be a dr. but she knew that was bad. she texted me (i was at a cross country meet in georgia with maxx.) no response from her loving mom. so then she called deaver. early on a saturday morning.

deaver dressed and flew out the door and into super hero like action. picking millie up from her dorm. HAVING THE FORETHOUGHT to also take all of millie's laundry AND the sheets plus duvet cover off her bed so they might be washed as well. she took her to a CVS walk in clinic. left her there with a nurse and went to starbucks to get her a favorite drink. came back and the verdict was a sinus infection. antibiotics procured. took her home. tucked her into her daughter's bed (her middle daughter is at UT.) while millie napped, deaver washed, dried, and folded all the laundry and linens. made dinner. kept the medicines coming on schedule. millie woke feeling better but stayed there for the night to really get a good night's sleep. and to hang out with a family for a while.

then yesterday they had lunch, did a little shopping, and back to the dorms went millie. deaver even MADE HER BED. and it is a loft bed. not. easy. yoga moves are involved. up high on a loft. dangerous stuff.

deaver sent me that photo around lunchtime. and i was so grateful that i really didn't think anything beyond how great it was to have a friend in nashville that would drop everything and devote most of her weekend to caring for your daughter. and a daughter that felt so secure with a friend that she would call her early on a saturday morning because she knew she would be cared for. 

then i realized that photo was so similar to a lot of photos that i have of college girls who are not my daughter, but who i love very deeply... 

it reminded me of all the times i ate lunch with a college girl in the past 15 years here in tallahassee. all the times one (or several, or dozens) slept at my house because they were sick, scared, lonely, breaking up, or just wanted to hang out all night...

looking through my photos to find those moments with those college girls was a pleasure. everything i did with them was fun. we poured into their lives and it was never tedious. or boring. or challenging (well, the challenge trips were challenging. hence the name.) it didn't feel like GIVING. it felt like GETTING something great in return. how like God to take our meager offerings to Him, our filthy rags and to change them into something exciting. worthy. enjoyable. to make what we are giving into a gift to us AT THE VERY TIME WE ARE GIVING IT.

and then to RETURN IT LATER AND GREATER in a different form... but in a way that is so recognizable to me that i kept staring at the photo wondering why it looked so familiar. 

ecclesiastes 11:1 Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days.

it looked like some crumbs that i had thrown into the water. returning to me. after many days.  

luke 6:38 Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

i never poured my life into those college girls because i wanted a return (face it, i don't think past 5 minutes from now. i couldn't ever have imagined that i would one day be the mother of a college girl.) i poured into them because it was exciting. they were energetic. they listened to me (sometimes.) they laughed with me. and at me. they french braided my hair. way past the age when a woman should sport french braided hair. they loved me and shared their lives with me. and i loved (and still love) them and still share lives with them. even though some of them live really far away. 

and i am still so grateful for their presence in my life. 

but today i am grateful for the presence of another older woman pouring into my daughter's life when i am over 400 miles away.  i woman i call friend. and a woman that millie will also call friend. sometimes it is more than we could ever ask or imagine...

ephesians 3:20-21 Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

time to fly...

art by dana tanamachi from rebekah lyons "freefall to fly"

i am reading rebekah's beautiful book... really have you ever seen such a lovely cover? 

i started reading it on kindle a few months ago. then i stopped. but i have picked it up again this week because one story in it has come back to me... a story about a mother whose child had gone off to college. and the mother said something to this extent, "her life seems all in front of her. and min seems all in the past. her life is so full. and mine is so empty." i laughed when i read that line. certainly i wouldn't feel that way. i still have two children at home. the two i like. ha. just kidding millie. who am i kidding? her life is far too full to be reading this...

but that phrase must have stuck in my subconscious. and it has come back into my conscious. my plans for taking over a computer lab at the school fell through. no state money to do that. ( it also seems that my plans for taking over the world fell through. no support from the world. ha.) the substitute teaching gigs all went computerized this summer and for some reason i am not able to sign on at the right time (even though i am checking it several times a day) to catch them and so this week i only have a half day scheduled to sub. not sure that will pay for much of college life...

couple that with maxx driving and for the first time in my years as wife and mother...

the days are too long. 

i drop rosie off at 9 and i don't see a child until 5:00 with cross country practices for both of them after school. last year i was transporting kids usually by 1:30 most days. but now the hours at home pile up. laundry gets done. the bathrooms are clean. dinners are made. and i am wondering what is next for me... 

i haven't filled up my schedule with volunteer activities because it do need to have some kind of paying gig. and i really thought it would be easier to find something part time in the schools. or flexible like subbing. 

but if there is one thing i know it is that God has a plan.  

and i might need to grow some wings on the way down. 

interact calendar girls...

i volunteered (of course. sigh. when will i EVER learn?) to take all 13 interact calendar girls photos. and really it wasn't a huge task. but pleasing 13 senior girls... well, that is a tall order. and i think most of them found a photo that they liked for the calendar. here are some of my favorites... 

so what was i doing all summer...

besides blogging? 

nothing important. or maybe things more important. 

it was millie's last summer home. i know that she will be "home" again next summer (well, i am fairly sure.) but i also remember feeling like my "home" wasn't truly my home anymore once i entered college. my life was at college. home was a respite. relaxing. wonderful. but not where my LIFE was happening.  

so i wanted to soak up our last summer. 

iris krasnow wrote a beautiful book "surrendering to motherhood"  which i read when my children were little. but it is still valid now that they are teenagers. 

When you surrender to that fact then real balance comes, of having your soul and mind and heart in sync. Most accomplished women can go back to rebuilding careers as our kids grow up. We can never go back to the fleeting moment that constitutes our children's childhood. We only get one chance to get it right. And doing it right takes a lot of time. How we choose to spend our time is ultimately our greatest power as human beings.

i can never get her last summer at home back. and i wanted to choose to be with her. not sitting at my computer writing and editing and finding the perfect photo to sum up what i was feeling. i just wanted to feel things without thinking "i should blog about this." 

i was also doing a lot of packing. 

someone sent me this list (which was a good/bad thing. good because it is a GREAT list. bad because i am an over packer and felt like we had to have EVERYthing on that list.) 

The Most Outrageously Thorough, Ridicously Detailed College Shopping List You Will Ever See 

and so i procured almost every item on that list. and maybe some that weren't. we set up a packing room in the living room... complete with stations for different categories of items. and lists. oh, the lists... 

and if those stations where indications of where this was heading... well, even though we have a suburban it wasn't going to be enough room...

and if you don't believe that i went overboard on the packing. take this example... the kcups i purchased for her coffee/tea/chai/hot chocolate needs (her roommate has one of those kuerig one cup at a time machines.) 

truth be told... she did have a lot of bed, bath, and beyond gift cards to use for those kcup purchases. and all the different flavors looked so exciting and delicious.  

during this whole packing process (the entire summer) i went to lunch one day with my dad and i asked him about packing me for college. because I DON'T REMEMBER PACKING ANYTHING FOR COLLEGE. i thought my failing memory might be triggered whilst millie and i were packing and checking items off a list. but NOPE. not a twinge of a memory.  and i don't remember needing ANYthing or lacking for any items once at college. maybe i was on heavy drugs all that summer that wiped away my memories of packing... or maybe there was another explanation...

my dad smiled and said simply, "you didn't pack anything for college. your mom did it all for you." 

then he added, "you went to europe for a month. and hung out with your friends a lot that summer." 

i did remind him that i did have a JOB that summer too. in one of his offices. so i am sure my hours weren't the strictest.... 

so there was my answer. my mom packed everything. i do remember doing some shopping with her and her saying, "oh, this dress is just what a college girl needs!" so i did some of that with millie. during our trips to nashville and through atlanta (including TWO ikea visits. one to look and take notes and one for procurement of items.)  

i hope that millie remembers packing with me. that we checked items off of a list LIKE A BOSS. that we laughed a lot. that i never cried. though i wanted to cry a lot. that i kept reminding her EVERY time she asked me if i was sure she would make friends... if i was sure that she was going to be okay... that EVERY time i told her that she would make GREAT friends. that she was a GREAT person to be friends with. and that i KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would be better than OKAY. and that on her way to better than okay that she would have plenty of caffeine and kcups. 

she may not remember. and it may be 28 ( give or take a couple of) years from now when she is packing up someone for college that she finally understands and appreciates the summer before she left for college through a mother's eyes. i am only sad that my mom wasn't here to finally get the thank you she so richly deserves...