My son is growing up. Here's what that has to do with genealogy:
On Friday I had to get up at 4:45am so I could drive my kid to school--all polished and perfect in his band uniform--to board a bus for a competition across the largest city in the universe at rush hour.
The plan back home was for me to do a little work until I felt tired, then catch up on some sleep. However, sleep never came. Instead I got a full day's work on the Little Book Project That Could. All the writing is done now. I'm just trying to locate and select artwork that fits the words. This takes a long time as I go through my own stuff and look for public domain images online.
Then on Saturday I had to get up at 5am in order to deliver my son to school by 6am. The band was going on an amusement park field trip to San Antonio. Knowing my son, he'd willingly wander off on his own during this adventure. Knowing me, I'd worry the whole day until he got home at 11pm.
With the house to myself and distraction needed, I worked on the Little Book Project That Could again. More photo selection, more editing, less distance between me and the finish line.
I got so much done this weekend. Mostly because my son is growing up and moving father out into the world. And working on genealogy is the cushion between me and that fact.
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You are a wise lady! I used the same fix and survived. Great post!
ReplyDeleteWhat a loving mom and how nice to have a project to work on that will bless him later. Good job.
ReplyDeleteWell said. I know that feeling.
ReplyDeleteBitter sweet, isn't it? We want them to fly but oh how fast the time goes by.
ReplyDeleteGood work on your project.
Oh Amy,
ReplyDeleteI hear ya sista. One minute they are 3 years old, you turn around and they are 33 years old.
Yes, they grow up so fast! My daughter went from baby to navy wife living 7500 miles away in just a blink of an eye!
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys. I keep joking that the quality and output of my genealogy work is really going to improve in the next few years. I need a lot of comfort. :)
ReplyDeleteWhile not wishing their lives away, I will admit I look forward to a time when I have some time again. At ages 1 and 3, that seems a very long way away - until I consider how quickly the last 3 years have gone.
ReplyDeleteDearest Amy, moments like these will pop up all through his life and yours. The second of five grandchildren will become a teenager this month. I still find it hard to believe my once curly-haired, pink-cheeked baby is his 30-something mother.
ReplyDeleteI've had two of mine home sick for a week now. Wanna trade? :) That way I don't have to miss them and be sad anyway. It's always one or the other isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI'm there with you Amy. One of mine is 10 and his twin brothers are 5 1/2. Time has flown by. In some ways that is good and others.....well you know.
ReplyDeleteHaha very funny. I am a big boy now(sarcasm).
ReplyDeleteP.S.:I am STILL recovering from Saturday. Guhhhhh... 5:00 a.m.-11:15 p.m.
ReplyDeleteI don't see what the problem is, you woke up at 4:30am EVERY SINGLE DAY as a baby.
ReplyDeletePerhaps this was why I didn't take up genealogy until one daughter was in high school and the other was in middle school. I mean, they needed to be fed and looked after when they were little. But I am grateful something led me to find genealogy just at the right time!
ReplyDeleteI know EXACTLY what you mean. At 8 and 5, mine are still Suckers of Time and Energy, but it's getting easier and easier as time passes. Which makes it harder and harder.
ReplyDeleteOn the one hand, I am having a hard time imagining what it would be like to have any time at all that is uninterrupted. Mine are years and years away from that.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, one of the reasons I am trying to focus on my research now is that I know that that day will come eventually, and I'll be very glad to have the same kind of cushion.