My Dream Job!

So I have this missionary son that I adore.  He is in France.  That's pretty far away.  He writes us a letter every Monday morning.  I love waking up on Monday mornings, reaching for my phone and reading his e-mail.  He has been gone since January 13th.  That's all.  It seems like forever and it seems like just yesterday (well, really last month..) that he left.  Some days I miss him so bad that I get tears. I miss his smile.  I miss him asking "What I can do for you mom?"  I miss his shoes in the kitchen.

But I don't want him back.  Well, I do, but not yet.  When it's time.  He is learning and growing so much.  What an amazing young man he is.  He is a leader.  He loves serving the Lord.  Nope, wouldn't trade it...

Elder Bise with companion Elder Stephenson

Then there is this 2nd son.  Dallin.  Loves to work with his hands.  Fixes stuff.  Is almost 18.  Is growing up.  Wow.  Every afternoon, after seminary, he comes home for lunch.  Sometimes he calls me.  "Mom, put a pot of water on so I can have Mac and Cheese."  Yeah, he's spoiled rotten.  He works at Carls Jr. He REALLY wants another job.  He has about $1500 saved for his mission.  He graduates from High School this year.  He went to State in Cross Country.  Did I mention he fixes stuff!?!  I gave him some caulk today and told him to caulk the shower.  He did, and did a good job too.

There is a third son.  Jordon.  Good looking kid.  Freshman.  Loves music.  Did I mention, he LOVES music.  Plays guitar and bass.  Sings.  Harmonizes amazingly well.  Learned that on his own.  Good looking kid.  He ran Cross Country too.  He reads his scriptures every night.  What a boy.  Doesn't like school too much.  Wants to grow up to be a hobo.  I'm not kidding.  We're working on a better goal.

Jordon's Box Theory Band

Thing 1 and Thing 2.  Chuck and Cathy. Cadie and Charli. Charli and Cadie. Two girls.  Best friends.  Get annoyed with each other.  Likes to have the last WORD.  Both of them.  So the words never cease.  Giggle. Hang out. Fight. No neat freak genes.  Dang.  Beautiful smiles.  Humble.  Sweet.  Kind.  Inclusive.  Never knew how much I'd enjoy almost teenage girls.  But wait...  the hormones ain't flyin' yet!!!  So I'll hold on for the ride.  Although I don't really expect that these two will be as bad as I was.  I think that will be Thing 3.

Shayla and Zoe with Charli and Cadie (after a race)

That brings us the Thing 3. The Princess. The Boss. The Entertainer. She's six now. Six years since I had my last baby. Yeah, I'm done. She wears me out. She sings all the time. "Baby your a firework" "It's a small world", songs that only she knows. She sang a solo for the Primary Children's Program on Sunday October 25th. The 5th Article of Faith. I didn't think she could really memorize it. It has big words like prophecy, authority, administer, ordinances... I underestimated her. She loves to sing.

See how sweet she sings...  She'll probably have a career in entertainment...  Or she'll be a mom like me... and have a career in entertainment!


Which kind of makes me realize that by choosing to be a mom, you choose to fulfill all your dreams.  I am a writer, a singer, a dancer, an entertainer, a teacher, a therapist

(marriage and family--what I got my degree in)

All because I chose to be a mother of many.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Not for a career as a broadway star.

Not for a career as a country music star.

Not for a career as a Marriage and family therapist.

Although, when they are all raised, I might go back to school

and get a master's degree in

Social work

Special Education

Marriage and family Therapy

Speech and Language pathology.

One of those things.