6/24/15

Sorry for the long break. Summer is hard for me sometimes. I am glad for the break from the school schedules and the early mornings, but the lack of structure means an increase in chaos and wet towels and piles of dishes from kids snacking all day and huge amounts of messes that will never quite get cleaned up until fall. But the kids are happy and busy, and I can get them to help out and clean up every so often, so it’s all good.

Ben is doing so so well! His doctors are very happy with his progress – like, surprised about how astoundingly well he’s done and continues to do. Because of this, I have asked for permission for him to be allowed to return to school in the fall – even if it is for a couple hours a day, or a couple days a week… This kid was just turning into a miserable lump without seeing his friends. He was able to go back for the last 2 days of school, and LOVED IT. He was so happy to see everyone, ride the bus, just be back in school!

When I pointed out how he hasn’t had an overnight stay back at the hospital since he was discharged back in February, no fevers, not even a runny nose – both doctors reached over and knocked on the counter. A quick reminder that they are still painfully aware that things can turn sour quickly, they’ve seen it happen. The doctor said there’s a test they will give him at the end of the summer to see if he is healthy enough to attend school – if he passes that, then he’ll be able to go. Just in case he isn’t allowed to go back, Ben and I have talked a lot about why the doctor is making these decisions, and how waiting for a couple more months to be sure and stay healthy wouldn’t be horrible.  He has a good attitude.  And he will probably grumble a lot when he eventually has to get up early every day again.  But he will also be happier, I think. He’s always been a social butterfly.

So, the short version for the rest of the news on the last month… Sam is in Sycamore High’s production of Les Miserables this summer, and having a blast. Sam and Josh went to Utah for a week long camp called EFY and had so much fun I barely heard from them. Josh served a mini-mission last week, living the full-time missionary life, learned a lot, had some great experiences. Josh is doing sound system set up at Reds games on Saturdays and they’re actually paying him. He would totally do it for free (shh.) He is also applying for a 40-hour-a-week job to save money while he gets ready for his mission. He heard the siren’s song of sales (a certain knife company) but made the decision to steer clear of the island. (I’ve been reading Percy Jackson). Ben and Jill are taking tae kwon do, which is doubling as Ben’s physical therapy (his pt says he’s doing really well and I even have seen him RUN a couple times in the last few days!) And Jill did Drama camp and Activity Days camp and had a super fun time at both. Mark worked and I drove the van all day, every day, and that sums up the past month. πŸ˜‰

A friend and I were talking the other day, and she was saying how her small children are so wonderful and healthy (and they ARE, cute as can be!), but she just knows something bad will happen eventually. She was looking at me as an example. I don’t know if I made my point well or made her feel worse, but I said that’s not necessarily true. There are millions of families out there that live their whole lives without any weird mishaps or tragedies or illnesses. But, EVERY family has to deal with garbage. It’s the psychological stuff these days.  The constant battle of wits between parent and child – whether it be to keep their morale or self-esteem high, or their motivation to do their school work or practice their sport or instrument, or to stay strong while they try to wear you down in an endless barrage of negotiations and critiques and using your own words against you. And a hundred other things. Mind games. That’s why parents are crazy people. Anyway, hopefully I didn’t do too much damage, I was trying to alleviate any feelings of impending doom but may have darkened her outlook on the future. Is ignorance bliss, or is a small dose of reality helpful? Ah well, maybe she will choose to ignore everything I say.

I hope your summer is blissfully ignorant πŸ˜‰ I’m attaching pics of the past month, including Ben’s curly hair, by request. Love to all.

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Ben spent almost every penny he owned (76.35 out of $77) at this fireworks superstore last week. He was so happy!!

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