Gosh, the summer is just ticking away. Crazy how fast they go by now. I can remember you telling me when I was young not to wish my life away, that time moves faster the older you get. I thought you were insane then, but now I understand. Now I see it.
The kids have really reached the age that it's not hard having them around all the time, not like it used to be anyway. They can make their own sandwiches, fix their own drinks, and basically take care of themselves. Of course, they never seem to want to do those things when it's convenient for me, but that's normal. Madalyn gets a thrill out of being as difficult as possible (nothing new there!), and David... well, he will always be my little boy. I find myself wanting to take care of him. Funny how different the two of them are. Night and day.
Madalyn is much easier to deal with, though, now that she's a little older. I can talk her down out of her frenzy most of the time now with logic. But she wants everything. Everything. That's hard on me, because I don't want to raise a selfish or materialistic person. So I am working on making her wait, on flat out telling her no about certain things (even though it causes much grief between the two of us), and letting her work for things. Funny, though, about a month ago, when she was doing chores to earn something, she came to me with a bag of spare change I had downstairs. She had counted it all, and written the tally on the outside of the bag in Sharpie. She asked me who it belonged to, and I told her it was mine. But I had to let her have it. There's no telling how long it took her to count it all, and I admire her creative thinking. I really do. There's so much I admire about her spirit, so many strengths I didn't have at her age, and so, I let her be most times. I just let her be who she is with a gentle guidance in her ear as much as possible.
My David is growing up so quickly. You wouldn't believe how tall he is now, Mama. Five feet even. Only a few inches shorter than me! Oh how I wish I could see him stand beside you and show you how much he's grown. He's a good kid, too. Impartial to cliques and has a generally kind heart. Oh, of course, he's a complete poo poo head to me sometimes, but I think he's got his head on straight. He's playing in a summer golf tour and really enjoying himself. His natural talent amazes me. If he could only be a tad bit more disciplined! That's what he lacks, the drive to put it all together (yikes... sounds a lot like me, huh?). Perhaps that will come with a little maturity. But we have learned that nothing can be forced on him. It's best to gently guide him as well, provide the opportunity to do whatever it is he wants to do, but we don't push him to practice every day and don't put a lot of pressure on him. I hope we are doing this whole parenting thing at least mostly okay. It's hard, but you already know that.
One of my trees died in the yard. Just boom, dead. And I would have loved to call you and talk to you about it. It was my favorite tree! The one by the driveway that had the tiny long leaves. Such a pretty tree, and now it's covered in crispy brown leaves. We've already had a knock on the door, someone wanting to cut it down. Such an expense! I'm hoping, since it's not very large, that we can have a friend help (he's started working for a company that has a tree service, so maybe at least we could get a better price). My knockout rose bush is struggling, and so is one of my hydrangeas. Of course, I don't have a clue what to do, and you probably wouldn't either, but dang it, I would like to talk to you about it. Oh well.
Just carrying on, Mama. Just carrying on.
Love and miss you more and more every single day.