And Just Like That.....

Another week in the books.  Or shall I say pages in the chapter.

I'm at a loss for words. Again.  

Strange. 

Kinda wondering if my mind is so full of things, that the over flow of words are lost. 

A tad bit sad if you ask me. 

I'll leave you with a few pictures of the week. 

My last and hopefully final shot in his belly.  Sorry for the graphic sight to see, but hey if this chicken-little can do this, you can see what it was like. 

I still am amazed at what life has thrown at me.  At us.  

It's like the strength building stars are aligned just for me.  For us. 

 A visit with his Dad. Almost 90.  Sharp as a tack. And witty as a clown at times.  

These came out this week.  As the awkward nurse started to remove them, I played reggae on my ipad.  I, for some reason had this terrible feeling in my stomach. The desire to walk out of the room again.  To leave like a coward, and then I thought, LISA, STOP. (Note to Aunt Ronda & Uncle Wade, the song that came on was "Every little thing is gonna be alright"-Always always always at the right time...signs)

On Wednesday I received a text from Kali with sincere overwhelming content.  Finals, papers, and the check list done for abroad studies.  She becomes overwhelmed every.single.semester at Finals' time.  

Kali, you make me proud.  You make mama happy to be a mom.  I read the email you sent your professor to dad, and as I did, I choked up.  I am so honored to have raised such an amazing girl. You set your goals, and you've pushed hard to achieve them.  Nothing has stopped you.  Nothing should stop you.  I know at times you feel like I've made you handle things on your own.  You've been put to the side behind your brother, your dad and business. It's not easy to navigate through some things in life. However, I will tell you this.  In this life, the more you navigate on your own, and the more you learn through trial and error, the stronger and better you will be. 

I know this by experience. I trust you. I trust your decisions.  You make me so incredibly proud.  And through it all, when the world seems lonely and you feel like you're making things happen for yourself, just know, I am your biggest fan. I am the one who will cheer you on, through good and bad, for the rest of my life. 

To Kris, when you read this, I hope you know how happy I am to be your mom.  How you've taught me lessons in this life that I never knew where remotely possible.  I can remember times of complete distraught and the moments of felt failure.  And yet, things happened for a reason.  Raising a son, is way different than raising a daughter.  You've made me proud in your spirit.  Through the hard days you've kept a smile.  Through the days filled with tears, you've managed to wipe them off of my face. Checking in with a true soul and spirit because you sense and see when I am tired.  You get me more than others some days.  I hope you keep living a healthy and happy life. I am happy to hear you call me mom.

 I love you 

Panama May 2017 (Best part of this picture is the deet mosquito repellent in his back pocket-boom!)

To all the moms out there, including mine whom doesn't read this blog.  Happy Mothers Day. 

The hardwork, sleepless nights, never ending yummy meals prepared by your hands.  The tears, and the therapy it takes to raise children.  Happy Mothers Day.  To the single moms out there doing double duty and working your asses off to provide, happy mothers day.  

To the mothers that have lost their children, remember the gift of child birth and feeling life inside of you.  It's because of you.  Hold tight to the memories.  

To my girlfriends, and my rocks, you ARE AMAZING MOMS. 

I hope you all have a beautiful weekend.  Enjoy the sunshine. Enjoy the love. 

Go water your garden.  Whatever your garden is.  Water it. 

Love and PEACE.

This Mama Lisa