The Fart Blossom Segue

I've seen a lot of links and articles advocating "listen to your child, because today everything is important to them and if you don't listen now, when it comes time for the important stuff, they won't tell you."  And others exhorting people to become less connected, stop the verbal diarrhea, and to instead invest in family time.  Those are not things Jon and I struggle with.  Jon barely even knows what Facebook is.  Isn't that wonderful?  I'm the one that is plugged into Twitter, Facebook, and this blog, not because I need the self-petting that sharing things on-line perpetuates.  No, this blog has been in many ways a personal journal, where I've shared the good and the bad, celebrated losing teeth, to working through emotional stuff.

So, I document the silly.  Who wants to hear about the breastfeeding conversation I had with James last night?  Maybe I'll share that another day.  Hysterical.  Maybe I poke fun at my neighbor.  Who cares?  He certainly doesn't.  And seriously, my neighbors put up with our menagerie of animals and The Castle, they are all pretty awesome.  They can take some rib poking.

I wish I could share what this season's baseball season was like, but it went by in a blur.  I have thousands of pictures and moments of time captured.  All I know is that seeing my son in a ball uniform makes me flash to decades gone by of watching my brothers and my then-future-husband play ball.  The people are the same, just older, more weight and more wrinkles and the next generation is taking the fields.  The community at the ball field is so hard to describe, but this season, I felt embraced and our little family fit into the baseball community seamlessly.

But I think picture this sums up what has been on my mind these past months.  It is a concept of the past meeting the present to give a glimpse into the future.  Jon and I have been talking long and hard about what our future holds.  What are our goals?  Where do we want to be?  The short answer is "Here is okay for now, but in 5 years we want to be there.".  I'm kinda excited to see what "there" entails and how that path unfolds ahead of us.  For now, for today, we live in the present, listening as intently as we can to our children and what they dream of as well.

P.S.  If you don't understand how goats are representative of the past, well, then I'll have to share the Fart Blossom story another day.

Much love!