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| So, my friend Sherry starts a blog last week and I never got around to reading it. Today she posts again and says she was being all sentimental. Well, of course I get curious and read her blogs. The sentimental one made me cry so of course I have to tell her that so i leave a comment. Then I'm told i must sign in to leave one. So I do. Then I decide to go see when I blogged last. Guess when? A year ago. Just like I thought. Do I know me or do I know me?
Marissa turns 14 Friday. 14! I wish someone would slow the ride down, I'm getting dizzy. She started high school this year and is singing the Star Spangled Banner with the choir at her Homecoming Game. Homecoming game! So I read Sherry's blog about her 15 and 16 year olds growing up and reminiscing on when they where little and realize I'm not far behind. Right now, though I am glad for the 4 years between Marissa and Anna. Helps soften the blow a little. Even though Anna's getting up there, she will still cuddle from time to time. Not much longer though, I see it coming.
So my husband decides that he wants to join the Twitter revolution, and wants to drag me down with him. Um, no. Yeah well, he finally succeeded and so now I find myself micro blogging. I will say it is easier not to wait a year in between when u are limited to 140 characters. I think many people stay away from it for the same reasons I did: It will suck up too much of my time; I have enough to do than to talk about nothing with people; I don't care what restaurant so and so is eating in. Well, call me crazy, but I like it. Not at first, I was overwhelmed. My phone kept going off constantly. But I've gotten used to it and now I like being in touch with a bunch of people to just shoot off random thoughts to. Since I work in my office alone, twittering seems to have replaced the "cubicle" chat one would have if working with others.
Well, I guess I'm done for now. Until next year? Let's hope not...
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| So. I get this email from my mother in law who is entirely confused about how old Marissa is because she came to check my blog in reference to something else unrelated and read the last entry talking about how Marissa just turned 12 and she was sure she just turned 13. Well, I didn't name myself lateblogger for nothing! I bet you all thought it was because I blog late into the night. Ha. More like my next entry will probably be a year late or something. Which it was. Thus proving my point.
So. I go and catch up my reading on my sister's blog because I haven't been getting notifications anymore when she posts new. Why, I don't know. I used to get them every time, they suddenly just stopped coming. Anyway, I was blessed by what she had to say and felt like I needed to get back here again.
So. I come back to my blog to write some words of wisdom during my lunch hour and the first thing I see as my picture loads is my dads nose. On my face. weird. Like it looks like I cut out my dads nose and pasted it on my face. Aren't women supposed to look like their mothers as they age? I must say it was a little disconcerting.
So. Marissa turned 13 yesterday. Big milestone birthday. I am officially the mother of a teenager. Woah. I really miss the little girl she used to be sometimes, but love the person she's becoming. I love to spend time with her, talk with her, do things with her. I love seeing her develop relationships outside of our family. Her ministry leader wrote her a letter the other day that listed all the things in which she's seen growth in Marissa since she's been in that ministry. So cool. I love who she's becoming in Christ. Yesterday was See You at The Pole. What a great turn out, lots of students and moms. Marissa was the only student who prayed aloud. She was very nervous but put herself out there and did it anyway. Granted, she was the oldest. Most of the kids were in kindergarten - 6th grade. They probably view an 8th grader more like an adult anyway. But I'm sure she saw it differently, especially with some of the adults putting out such beautiful prayers, she may have been intimidated, but the fact that she did it anyway shows me great growth in her, in just this past year.
So. Lunch is about over and I want to keep writing. But I can't. Maybe I'll come back tonight. Maybe I won't. I guess we'll just have to see won't we?
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Hey look. Here I am . Blogging. After about what? Like 5
months or something? Not surprising, though. To me anyway. I was really bad at keeping
a dairy when I was a kid. I think in the diary I had from age 12 -
17, I wrote in it no more than 20 times. Less than 5 times a year. Doing about
as good as that now! Decided to write some though because apparently my
blogging is so incredibly talented and inspiring that someone had to call me
out on slacking. Of course that was almost a month ago now. Hey. At least I
finally responded. Who knows how many more months may have gone by if she had
not said anything. I also had a comment that if I am going to continue advertising
this fabulous blog in my email I had better blog. Alrighty then.
My first born baby turned 12 on Tuesday. I love the fact that I can have a more
grown up conversation / relationship with her now. She can even sit up front with me
now. ( I have nowhere to throw my junk anymore, but who's complaining?) She
came home from school last week with a friend and started talking about a
discussion with a teacher in class. I jumped at the opportunity to discuss the
issue with her and engage her brain. Apparently she's not quite ready for that
yet. She got all mad at me and told me I was confusing her. When I asked her
what was wrong, her friend piped in and said, "Mrs. Webner, she's just not
that smart." Pretty funny. I wonder if the bruise my daughter left on her arm
was worth it. It was to me.
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| I' m not really sure what’s on my mind. Sometimes it just takes
sitting down and writing for your mind to reveal what actually is on it. Like a
painting. Sometimes it you just start painting / creating / sculpting just to
see what happens. I've missed some really great blogging opportunities these
weeks passed. Some super topics that I've thought of , and even started writing
once. I'm not even going to try to reproduce them. When they are freshest is
when they are best. When you sit down two weeks later, it just never comes
across the same.
This past weekend my husband and I went to Ohio for his cousins wedding. It was a lot
of fun. And all the beautiful college aged attendees really made me feel old. When
did that happen? I always thought I was young and cool. Even as I approached
middle age and conceded to it, there was always a part of me that thought I was
still cool. I had a little wake up call there. As I contemplated my mother-of
the-bride looking dress and my husband's distinguished and gorgeous prematurely
more salt than pepper hair, I quietly surrendered my coolness and became middle
aged. Why can't you be cool and still be middle aged? You can, to other middle
aged people. Other middle aged people who also think finding clothes at Wal-Mart
for $3 is cool. A new era has begun. I am no longer the young one. I am the
middle-aged one. Not so bad, once you're there. And if you work at a church and
surround yourself with old people, then you are still the young one. Not a bad
strategy.
It just occurred to me that there journalists that have been blogging for
years. It's called a column.
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| And I used to think that chasing a two year old was tiring. That may have been physically tiring but all the brain power that I have to use with my 11 year old is even more tiring. And I know it will only get worse. Sometimes I wonder if God gets that tired with us. Where He just thinks "Oh, why aren't you getting this?" (Even though He already knows). Ok, so, He is the God that never sleeps, so He can't really get tired but I wouldn't blame him if He wanted to throw His hands up in disgust. My daughter is a deep thinker, but mostly only when she's trying to out think me. I guess that's how we can be with God, too. Not paying attention to Him all day until he draws our attention to something in us he wants to work on and then all of a sudden we are deep thinking. Of ways to out think Him. When we could be using all that great deep thinking energy on drawing nearer to Him. It's a good thing that He doesn't get tired cause there's a lot of deep thinkning to be done down here.
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