I don't throw the word "miracle" around a lot. I think it is a pretty heavy word that should be reserved for baby making and life saving procedures. But this weekend, I have a couple "miraculous" moments of my own. And I would like to share.
*Please note two things: I had a crappy week with Youngest. He did fine at school and reserved all the crap for me. Secondly, I was not looking forward to a three day weekend. Three days of trying to get impossible wall paper down and having all the kids fighting. This is not a long weekend, it is a loooong weekend.
But then the following happened that restored my hope in my family:
*Interim reports came home this week. Daughter of course is still an Academic Amazon and getting all A's, even in her courses that count as high school credit. But it was the boy's interim's that floored me: Neither one of them require a conference. I'm sorry, what??? Middle child is above level in reading, kicking butt in math and is an all around good student. Youngest, though his behavior continues to hinder him, is academically doing just fine (Yes, I did email the teacher to make sure she didn't send home the wrong report. She didn't). This is the first time EVER I have not had to talk to the teachers about how my boys are performing. Miracle numero uno.
*Middle child's basketball team suffered their first loss. They were up in the first quarter but trailed from that point on. This in it's own is not miraculous, how my Middle son played and acted, was. His good friend that he has been in school with since kindergarten, was on the other team. One of Middle child's team mates knocked him down, hard. Middle child took the time to go over and pull his friend up. Daughter and I almost cried. Watching him doing that was not like watching my little boy. It was like watching a man. He didn't play the last quarter and I was curious to see his reaction when they lost. He had the whole quarter to watch his team lose but I was really surprised at his reaction at the post game meeting (this is other wise known as snack time). Two of his teammates were crying and his coach said "I don't know what to say, we have never lost". Middle child shrugged his shoulders, looked at me and said, "We are still 4-1". HE is the kid I thought would be bawling but he took it in such stride. Miracle numero dos.
*When Daughter is at our house we like to capitalize on her babysitting experience and have her watch the boys so we can get the heck out of Dodge for a couple hours. She watched them for us Saturday night and we went to a local establishment to relax and watch the football games. I was a little annoyed that there would be a singer/guitarist playing while we watched the games but he turned out to be really good. And since the Pats game was such a downer, it was nice to have some good music to listen to. We only stayed out about two hours but it was just enough for Husband and I to have some good laughs, relax, and be in a better state of mind for the rest of the weekend. I highly suggest getting out when you can, it does wonders for your psyche. Miracle numero tres.
*Saved the best for last. (And for all of you that read this and have kids that get along without fight after fight, I loathe you. Stop reading my blog, now.) Daughter brought over her Super Mario Brother's game for the Wii. All three of them spent most of Saturday in the basement playing together. There was no fighting, there was no yelling, the only thing we heard was them laughing and having fun together. These occasions are so few and far between but when they do happen, it is truly miraculous.
There are so many miracles out there that trump my miracles, but I am so thankful for the ones I do witness. They may be small, but they are mighty!!
Have a great rest of your weekend!!
Cat
P.S: Go 49'ers!!
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