Happy Graduation Michael !!!!!!!!!!!

It's hard to believe my son Michael is graduating from High School today. Thirteen years ago as he started Kindergarten he cried everyday for the first week. At that time we were calling him Anthony because he is a JR. and we didn't want any confusion. Well after a week of Kindergarten his teacher asked me what was she to call him. He's signing his papers Michael. So we all agreed he would then be called Michael. Except for his Grandma, she still calls him Anthony, she just can't get in the habit of calling him Michael. He was a very smart child even back then. When asked to recite the alphabet he asked his teacher frontwards or backwards. But somehow over the years he has lost that confidence of thinking he's still that smart. They say the more brain smart you are the less common sense you have. So he must be a genius. At this new step in his life he has often pondered what his future holds. Whether to join the Air Force. Go to college, not really knowing what he would major in, or either Culinary School. Or just go to work and try to make the best of it with the way the economy is. But the one thing I keep telling him, is to pray about it. Because if he's not in the will of God he's going to be a very miserable young man. Only God knows the future for him, and the rest of us. So no matter what others tell you to do or suggest for you to do. You need to pray and listen to what God tells you to do. "A life devoted to things is a dead life, a stump: a God-shaped life is a flourishing tree." Proverbs 11:28 If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God. You were born by His purpose and for His purpose. Many times he thought I didn't believe in him. When I would fuss at him about failing grades. But it wasn't that I didn't believe in him, it was because I knew he had it in him to be great, if only he would. To him it was fussing, but maybe to any other teen-age boy it would have been that too. But Michael, even though I probably haven't ever said it near enough, I am so very very proud of you. Wherever life takes you, there's going to be rough times. But always remember your creator and that he said I will never leave you nor forsake you.




We love you Michael, and God does too.

My Three Children

I'm wondering how can three children from the same parents be so different. Megan my oldest has always been laid-back, easy going. But not lazy, whatever she puts her mind to doing, somehow it will get done.

Never into any trouble for the most part. A good head on her shoulders most of the time. We had our normal teen-age years, you know the ones. Nobody can tell them anything, they know it all. But I don't think the rough part lasted more than a year.

And now she has grown into an intellegent, beautiful woman, that's going to be a Mommy any day now.

Then there's the middle child, the only boy, Michael, he's 18. Like a torpedo, full speed ahead. When he was younger I always said from the time his feet hit the floor in the morning until his head hit the pillow at night he was non-stop. And now he is so head-strong, and argumentive about everything. You could tell him the sky is blue and he would argue with you that there was some white in it too. Every day it seems we butt heads about something, and most of the time it's the most trivial things. But he just has to argue his point, to no end. And getting to his point. Oh my it's never ending. I think sometimes he could make a preacher drink because I know there's days I've thought about calling Megan and tell her to fix

me one. Where did I go so wrong with him? Why did he have to be the one

to be 100% like his Dad?  Why couldn't he have been more like my side

of the family?  Quiet, easy-going, laid-back? I know they can't all be

alike.  But he could have been a little like my side of the family.

Maybe he should be a lawyer

since he likes to argue so much.

Then the youngest one. A girl, Makayla. A surprise to all of us when I had her. She's another torpedo, for lack of another word. Wide-open all the time never slows down until she goes to sleep.

She's only eight but sometimes I think she's already a teenager. Her moods, oh my goodness. You would think she was hormonal already. Five more years until she's a teenager.

She has a best friend at school, which happens to be a boy. They were in class together last year, and this year. Field trips, playground, lunch, it doesn't matter. If you see one, you see the other.

Then this year, the buying each other stuff started.

They had to buy each other Christmas presents, which I thought was cute. Then came Valentine's and yes we had to buy a present again. Yesterday she comes home from school, and they've exchanged phone numbers. They know everything about each other. I have never seen two people so young talk about so much.

How will I ever survive her teenage years?