I have never in my life known busyness as I know it now. As of yesterday, we have three teenagers in the house. No, don't say you're sorry. I absolutely love teens; in fact, they're in my favorite childhood stage so far as a mom.
But this is also the most exhausting stage. As I type, at nearly 2am, one of them is still up. And one goes to work at 7am. I drive 40-90 miles per weekday to take one to basketball, one to dance, one to work, two to wind ensemble, three to archery…and so on.
I miss nap times and early bedtimes. Oh, how I miss those free moments.
But I would never go back, for I love the moments now. Yesterday, the same day our third child turned into a teenager, our 17-year-old went across the state line with Dad and came home with this….
I am so proud of him. He patiently waited for just the type of car he wanted (something classic) and, when he found it, he paid for it with his own cash.
I have so many words in my head, so much I want to write, so many crafts I want to stitch or purl, books I want to read, flowers I'd like to plant, but right now…I'm busy investing in three teens who are on the very edge of going out into the world – one in a 1962 Mercury Monterey.