When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
My babies are all grown up. Sometimes I can't believe it still. Just like yesterday they were little puppies, attached to me, needing me for every step.
I am truly blessed. Often as I read other people's entries about their kids, I thought I can't do the same. Nobody is a Harvard Law student, or smartest kid in school, or fastest on track, and so on. But I am extremely proud - and extremely blessed to have them as they are, and wouldn't want it any other way. Alex is kind, loyal and has a huge heart. Stephen is sensitive, artistic and supe-funny. They both tought me a lot. May be more than I thought them - or it feels this way. We gained a lot of respect for each other. Alex helped me to shape up the person I am today - in many ways. Stephen showed me how to be gentle and loose unneccessary sarcasm. I am very thankful to them.
I had them both home last night, laughing, eating and talking. It was the sweetest feeling I could possibly wish for. I don't feel hopelessly scared for Alex anymore, and not even "he might just pull it off" - it is "he will make it". I am so proud of him. The things he said yesterday, what I won't repeat, made me cry. It's been long 6 months...for what he is thankful. He made the choices, I gave him freedom, and he is grateful. He's done a lot of thinking and matured so much. It wouldn't have happened had he stayed under my roof. We both know that, and we both proud of the decisions we made. May be he is not your "picture perfect" child, but it is much more difficult to find yourself the way he decided to go. And I am so proud of him.
I am touched by Angels. My kids are my blessings. We were looking at babies pictures last night with Stephen, after I dropped Alex off, remembering days. Stephen decided to stay up past midnight to "feel" the entering of his new phase - just as Alex decided to wait till midnight and walk to the cigarette shop to buy a pack. My boys:) I would have done exactly that. Alex reminds me of, well, me. And I have full trust in him, like never before. After all, I pulled it off!
Stephen is going to Blazer game tonight with his father, and I am going shopping with Alex. Life is good...
Running life is good too. I had an awesome gym workout Monday morning, and a fantastic run on roads at night. My hip behaved enough to let me "pretend" a track workout this morning, and I managed 3x400m. Nothing crazy, but I timed one of them - and was very pleased to see number exactly the same as the beginning of last season, when I wasn't coming off injury and sedentary life for 3 months. I am going to be alright.
So will my boys.