Life Isn't Fair...But There Is Always Something To Be Thankful For

I didn't know what to wear last night.

I stood in my closet and wasn't sure what to wear or how to accessorize.

If you know me at all, you aren't shocked. Really there have only been about 2 times in my life when I have felt confident that my outfit or accessory choice was anywhere near right and I typically just go with whatever I have on when I am out of time and have to walk out of the house and it has only gotten worse since I have had kids.

The only reason any of it was even a second thought last night was because where I was going was to celebrate the life of someone who had more sense of style than anyone I have met in my entire life.

The thing about life is that it is a million different things all wrapped into one and sometimes, like right now, it is impossible to separate all of those things into anything that makes any sort of sense.

Life is beautiful and fragile and heartbreaking and perfect. It is happy and sad and terrible and amazing. It is busy and lonely and hopeful and hopeless.
It is full of millions and millions of moments that shape you, but it is how you choose to handle those moments, what you choose to make of those moments, who you choose to impact with those moments that make you who you are.

Life is a whole big bunch of things...but often times, fair isn't one of them.

The Type Of Mom I Didn't Set Out To Be

I had a whole different blog to write today. It was kind of funny kind of cute and it had lots of fun pictures. I was going to keep it light today. I was going to post something entirely different.

And then we sat down to do homework.

Ben has never been one for coloring or writing or even drawing. It is just not his thing.
I never really pushed it because it didn't seem necessary. Judge me of you must, I am one who thinks that the more you force something on a kid, the less interest they are going to show.

He can write his name, has known his letters for as long as I can remember and he can count up to...well, he will count until you tell him to stop.

I'm not saying I have a gifted kid and am not going barf "oh my gosh my kid is the smartest kid on the planet" all over this blog. I'm not saying he is behind or ahead or that he has hit every benchmark.

I'm saying that parenting scares the crap out of me.