Mark: “I want to ask you a question.”
Ashlyn: “Just go to ask.com. It’s much more reliable.”
Philly Area mom, Life forever changed by adoption
Typically, Pinterest serves to make me feel like a delinquent mom rather than serves to give me awesome ideas. But, every once in a while, I get inspired and reach some creative epiphany. That’s sorta what happened as I was prepping for our 7 hour road trip to VA. I suddenly found myself road-trip-activity crazy complete with loaded swag bags. Fortunately, the kiddos totally got into it which is good since I may just have had a Pinterest Pity Party had they not (which may or may have included calling them by their first and middle names and making them stay silent for 10 minutes or more).
So, in the Pinterest spirit, here’s my road-trip toolbox. Take what I did, improve it, add your own tricks to the mix, and then have a kickin’ road trip for your crew. Come back and tell me what you did to make it better too—we’ve got a few more trips coming up. And, apparently, I’ve raised the bar for family road trips now.
Swag bag contents:
I had a binder for myself stocked with copies of all the planned activities separated with dividers and labeled. I used the activities sparingly, only giving them out on the hour so that the kids had something new to look forward to and would pace themselves with each activity. Even had a few leftover when we arrived which allowed us some for the ride home which was much more low key than the ride there.
Apparently, Lydia didn’t find it all as compelling as the rest of us. 7 hours after we pulled out of our driveway, we arrived in VA unscathed, actually quite cheerful where they actually told us that they had forgotten all about DS games and iPad screens.
Road trip win.
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The crickets are chirping outside. I can hear a neighbor laughing with friends and the jingle of a dog leash while someone is out for a night walk. It sounds just like a summer night only a few days ago except that it is quiet in my home. Tuckered out after a long day, everyone’s in bed sleeping peacefully except for the grownups (who stay up way too late).
The first day of 2nd grade, 4th grade, and 6th grade…the latter of which means the first day of middle school. My eldest has officially entered the world of drama, insecurity, girls who cry openly and boys who pretend they don’t at all, popularity contests, puberty (ick), and lockers (which we are led to believe are more important than the sum of the rest based solely on the amount of time spent discussing them with both children and parents alike).
As much as I denied it up until the last minute, he had to go. At orientation last week, we sat in the auditorium with a room full of giggly nervous tweeners and their equally nervous mothers (myself among them). They called homeroom teachers’ names and told the incoming 6th graders to follow them out to go to their classrooms and, of course, try their lockers. Evan looked at me in utter seriousness and asked, “You’re leaving me?” I answered the only way I knew how, “No, Evan, you’re leaving me.” And, that was that. Off he went.
As we were putting him to bed as we still do last night, I brought up a book we hadn’t read in a while—the book I made for him right before he started kindergarten. Based on Max Lucado’s Just In Case You Ever Wonder, I made a sort of lifebook for him with pictures from his babyhood right on up to the old age of 5, personalizing the words for him with the encouragement we felt he needed before he “left us” on that big yellow school bus for kindergarten.
Just as he did as he was 5, he sat beside me and I read every word, slowly flipping the pages and laughing as we recalled together his preschool Olympics and when he fell in love with a stray cat who made our back door his home and silly pictures taken on Christmas morning. Mark leaned over my shoulder to see the pictures too, and I kept reading with a lump in my throat.
Long, long ago, God made a decision – a very important decision – one that we’re really glad He made. He made the decision to make you, Evan. . . .
as you grow and change, some things will always stay the same. We will always love you. We will always be on your side, just in case you ever wonder.
Remember we are here for you. If you feel sad or frustrated, you can talk to us.
If you feel a little nervous and you feel funny in your tummy, you can talk to us.
If you just don’t feel like being yourself, you can talk to us. . . .
You are such a great big brother. And, God has given you a heart that is sensitive and loving. We think you are going to love kindergarten, just like you loved preschool. But, on days that you don’t, you can talk to us because we love you, and we always will, just in case you ever wonder.
And, know that even if you are lonely or sad or feeling bad, God is with you.
He loves you even more than we do, which is hard to even imagine.
Remember that you are never alone, and you are always loved. . . just in case you ever wonder.
And, then we prayed and kissed him goodnight, shut his blinds for him, made sure his clothes were laid out, and we left, leaving the door open a crack as we always do.
And, today, he went to middle school. Just like that.
p.s. he got his locker open on the 2nd try and every try after that. [happy sigh]
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We were singing, everyone singing, focusing on the words.
As morning dawns and evening fades, You inspire song of praise that rise from earth to touch Your heart and glorify Your Name.
I heard her voice, Ashlyn’s voice, in the quiet moments as we paused in the phrases and the music continued on driving us to the next words of worship. While everyone else was taking it in and taking a breath, she was whispering.
She was behind her sister, bending over so that she was right by her ear, whispering the words to her.
Your name is a strong and mighty tower. Your name is a shelter like no other. Your name, let the nations sing it louder ’cause nothing has the power to save but Your name.
Ashlyn would sing with us again, right where we all were in the song, and then whisper again, making sure her little sister would be able to worship along with us.
Jesus, in your name we pray, come and fill our hearts today, and give us strength to live for You and glorify You name.
She never noticed that I noticed. She didn’t look up and see my smile. She didn’t hear my voice grow louder and quiver as He filled my heart simply through a sister whisper.
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