My apologies for not writing sooner. My 7 fans have been quite anxious to hear the latest in our lives, and while I hate to disappoint anyone, life has been a bit wild and writing has taken a place on the backburner...the stove never turned completely off however…more of a long simmer.
Speaking of simmering, how is it exactly that you moms that work 5 days a week are able to still feed your family? For the past few weeks I’ve been putting in more hours than normal, and my family has suffered, meal-wise. Usually about 4:45 pm I call Billy and say, “Well, I have no idea what to feed you people for dinner. I have one bruised apple, rice, and popcorn”. Obviously we eat the popcorn.
I am hoping to get back to more of a normal “trophy wife” schedule” just as soon as I can get my hours down to reasonable. On my days off I prefer to 1. Sit in the sun
2. Drink coffee 3. Look at the pretty flowers I have planted. Unfortunately I have exactly 5 minutes to do all that, and then the errands and chores begin. I’m not complaining though. Being a mom/wife is my favorite job, and the only one I don’t want to quit at the moment.
Have I mentioned that life has been a bit wild lately? The Repennings like to go big or go home. In the course of one month, Billy turned 50, our cat of almost 18 years died, and both the youngest and eldest Repenning will have a graduation. Geeze. It makes me tired even thinking about it all.
Besides the cat’s timely passing, all of the craziness is good and exciting. Next week we will gather for Zoe’s kindergarten graduation. We told Mrs. Ryberg that this is the last Repenning graduation for reals this time. Zoe is so excited for her big day. She has been humming all the songs she will sing for us in preparation, and keeps asking me if we can go to the picnic afterwards to continue the celebration. I’ve had to remind her a few times that “no, we can’t do the picnic after your graduation because we have to drive to Boulder next so we can watch Jack graduate too”. To Zoe, this is nonsense.
Having a child graduate from high school is very exciting. I’m also panicking because I have yet to see his cap and gown, and even though I know I ordered one, I feel like there may be a crisis ahead. Also, did I pay all the fees so he can walk? And did he really get through all his classes? And shouldn’t he be 7 years old still, playing with light sabers and running all over the backyard screaming about Star Wars to his 2 year old brother?
People have asked if I feel sad about Jack graduating. Most of the time I can honestly say no, I am not sad at all. I feel relief and joy. I’m thrilled he will stay home another year to attend community college, and I am very thankful he is becoming a man in so many ways. The only thing that saddens me is that Jack’s childhood has come to a close.
My firstborn child has somehow had an idyllic childhood, despite the many flaws of his mom and dad. He has lived in the same house for most of his life. He has attended one school. He has good buddies. He has happy memories. He has grown facial hair. He has had his share of hardships too, but in all, the boy has been blessed. And sheltered. And at times, crippled by the fear of the hard stuff he knows will eventually come his way.
Jack is about to take steps toward adulthood, as he walks down that aisle next week, to receive the diploma he has worked so hard to attain. All the projects, dioramas, poster board presentations, wax museums, book reports, goal fairs, math…all of this is over and done. Time to move on to the real test, which is using all the skills he has obtained thus far to start the next chapter. He might not have to do any more shoebox dioramas, but the projects and learning never end.
I don’t have any grand words of wisdom for Jack this week as he closes this chapter. The words have already been said: conversations over dinner, sitting around the fire pit, in the hallway by the bathroom…18 years of talking. Sure, the talking will continue, but there is a shift in our discussions. Jack is a young man, one we respect, and while I may not agree with his outlook on every subject, I will encourage his thought process and support him unconditionally. Being a mom to this kid is a privilege, blessing, and gift. He humbles me often, makes me laugh out loud, and challenges me to be a better person daily. For the abundant gifts that come directly from the Hand of God I am thankful, and for Jack, I am content.