Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Mama Guilt

I am currently suffering from a horrible fate most mother have felt at least once in their parenting journey, GUILT!  I wish I could call Caden every hour of every day to ask him how his school day is. I keep checking the clock hoping the hours will pass by quickly just so I can see him walk in that door.  My heart is breaking for him. It is breaking into a million sad hard to swallow pieces.  I never felt like this sending him to his old school, not even his first day.  He wasn't sad when he started there, he was nervous but never sad, not like this.

This move was more then wanting to be outdoors, closer to nature, 4 wheeling, and chickens. It was about not having to struggle to keep up with "The Jones's", it was about a more manageable home and life, so I do not regret moving. I love this house. What I do not love is the sadness, the anger, and the distance I am feeling from my son. I know its temporary and this will be his new normal but until that happens I will sit at home and watch the clock, waiting for him to be home.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Arrival

Paradise .... Or so I like to call it. However one of the mates in my crew want to scream mutiny and jump ship. My oldest son, Caden, is not happy about some of the changes that have happened because of our move. Time heals most things and this will not be any different. My youngest though feels inspired by all the nature around him. He proclaimed today that he wants to create a blog of photos so he can ask people what these new found flowers and other wild life may be... Could you maybe answer one of Isaiah's questions?  Maybe this will inspire him to research and answer them himself.

I have been very busy putting things in their place, hanging laundry (oh what a wonderful pleasure that chore is) and home educating my youngest musketeer. From first glance it looks like we have always lived here, until you peer down in the basement at the land of boxes. Day by day a new one will empty and find its place in the burn barrel in my new rural setting.

It is fair time in this small little town of Albion, Pa. It is so important to these people the children had a half day of school so they could get ready for their fair. Our new neighbors are a part of the tractor pull and many of the children at my eldest son school are getting ready their livestock and crafting skills. This place is centered around football, school spirit, and the fair. It truly reminds me of Mayberry... and I love every inch of it!