Very Good Weekend

Its been a very good weekend here. Friday night was Dakotas football banquet. This was my fb post:

It’s been a proud night for this mom. Seeing Dakota Dixon get his jersey is enough for a tissue. 4 yrs of blood, sweat, tears, fractured bones,swollen muscles, concussions, and a good ole ambulance trip. You deserve that #33 Jersey son. I have had fun watching you play. And why yes I do deserve to have my pic made with it too cause I have stripped my vocal chords cheering for you, I have sat in the heat of the sun with sweat running down places, warmed many bleachers on cold nights and even sat in the rain all just to catch a glimpse of you doing what you do best. photo PhotoGrid_1457057394433_zpsyjt9mstf.jpg
The time is flying by so fast. I can’t believe my oldest will be graduating in May. They will be getting their graduation announcements next week. It is just too soon for me to bear. I need a tissue. FFA competitions will be resuming this month and he will love that. He has two jobs right now to on farms. He has helped pull calves and take care of them, haul hay with tractors which he is loving, and all sorts of farm stuff. He is a hard worker and they brag on him.

It was a good day for Dallas with Saturday karate class. They sparred all day. He loves to sparr and grapple. photo PhotoGrid_1457196849213_zpswlrq09qm.jpg
He is still trying to perfect his Kata for his next belt rank. It is one of the hardest katas they will do. It is done in a horse stance the whole way through and if you don’t have enough strength in your legs you can’t do it. It hurts. With more practice and patience he will get it. Hopefully it want be much longer til testing.
As far as school goes he has brought his grades up somewhat in a few subjects and alot in math. I’m really having to stay on him to focus and pay attention and to not get caught up in extra things. Too much drama in Jr high. Geez. He is so forgetful at times. I literally have to put sticky notes all in his binder for school. I have no clue how else to help him except go to school with him and hold his hand and embarrass him. Maybe that will jolt him. I’m clueless. I’ve cried, stressed, and prayed.
Let’s just get through these next few months and pass the 7th grade. I really do have to say that Jr high is some of the hardest years though on teenagers. You see, they are still wanting to be kids but at the same time are forced to have to learn to grow up and accept responsibility. They are caught up in a whirl wind sometimes. Their heads are spinning with information everyday. I know it’s very hard that’s why I’m trying to be patient and help him as much as possible. We have to get them ready for their high school years. It’s OK to be a kid too but at the appropriate time. You know “a season for everything”.

Hopefully next year we want have this problem he will know what to expect. However, I do recall Dakota doing the exact same thing when I let him go to school. Had the same problems. But we overcame and it was better the next year. Dallas will do the same. Keeping my head and hopes up.

I played around with some seeds today and planted them in my cell seed starters that my honey got me for Valentines Day. I planted different hybrid tomatoes, broccoli,hybrid peppers, chives, basil, rosemary, and a few crepe myrtles and a rose bush. We will see how they do. photo IMG_20160305_151936366_HDR_zpsiil6p9yi.jpg

I really have to say our sons are truly a blessing. I know we fuss and fight and want to ring each others necks, we say things in the heat of the moment and get mad and don’t speak for a little while. But you know what it’s all about life and teaching and growing. David and I want to be the best parents we can be and raise good young men for the future, that’s all. That’s not too much to ask. We teach them alot and in return they teach us alot. Yes we are pretty strict on our kids and very protective, we have to be. Everything we do is for our kids because we love them and just want what’s best for them. Yes they are going to make mistakes and mess up from time to time but we will always be here to help them sort things out and help through life. Our job will never end just because they turn 18. Our job will not end til the Lord calls us home and even then I will haunt them. Lol. To my kids: you absolutely do not know how much you have been loved and are still loved. One day you will. Momma and daddy love you with all our hearts and every breath. Always remember this. Remember this more than the whoopings you got or still get. Only one other person loves you more then me and daddy and that’s God. One day you’ll be on your own and you will have no one to answer to but him. Through the ups and downs were always here for y’all. We love y’all very much and couldn’t ask for two better sons than y’all. Even if you do drive us insane some times.  photo FB_IMG_1457230982371_zpsvk3l7ayv.jpg

I hope everyone has a blessed day.

About 4dfarms

I am a wife to an amazingly dedicated, devoted, and loyal husband whom God sent to me. I am a mother to two wonderful boys to whom I'd give my life for. Around here we have homeschooled, we farm, garden, hunt, fish and anything else we want to do. Although I do have Rheumatoid Arthritis. Sometimes its hard for me to keep up. If it was not for my husband and two boys, I could not do some of what I do. They really do help me alot. We work together as a team in my home. We try our best to train up our children in the fear and admonition of the Lord. Yea, they slip sometimes and correction has to be made. Thats life. I want so badly to be just like the Proverbs 31 woman. My grandmother did an awesome job of it and Id like to fill her shoes.
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