Firsts

My first born is about to start high school, for this mama it has been less than easy.

My first born, made most of my mistakes on him.

My first to nurse, to potty train, to walk.

First boo boos, first love, first everything.

He is nervous, although I am not sure if he is as nervous as I am.

 I know in my heart he is ready.

 I feel for him though,

 it is difficult starting new things. 

Today we took a tour around the high school,

checking out his schedule and his locker.

 Of course I was snapping pics all the while.

The lockers at the high school are huge so I told him to get in it for a

funny pic and his reply literally broke my heart.

Ethan looked at me and said,

"Mom, I will probably be spending more

time then I would like in this locker".

Is that really what he is thinks about high school?

That he is going to be shoved inside his locker by older, bigger kids?

I mean, Ethan is a good kid, a likable, funny kid.

It was all I could do not to cry. I held it together and said

Absolutely not!!! No one is going to do that. That will not happen.

The truth is, I guess it could.

 I mean Branson is a good, safe school

 but there are good schools everywhere and bullying is on the rise.
There was a mom with her son close by and she overheard
our conversation. She turned to Ethan and asked him if he

would ever do that to another student and 

his reply was "no way".
She then said, then dont think that anyone will do that to you.
I was happy that she spoke to Ethan too.
Sometimes hearing reassuring words
from someone other than your mom really helps.

I know God will protect him, give him courage and wisdom when he needs it.

So I am praying that my precious first wish

 has a wonderful first year in high school, and

that the only time spent at his locker is that of grabbing books

 and talking with his friends.

I am linking up with Bits of Splendor for her Monday link up. I hope you will stop by her blog.  Laura is partnered up with Project Hope and it really is a beautiful cause.

Rebel with a cause

I think I have always been somewhat of a rebel at heart. I seem to go against the grain most of the time.

 I love Jesus, tattoos, and hip hop.

 I believe I was meant to be a mom and it is my favorite job in the world.  

As my kiddos get older I realize that all the dreams I had when I was younger beginning to 

come to the surface again,

 after all, I studied social work because I wanted to do something, 

to help others in some way no matter how small. 

In an earlier post I spoke about losing my job. Well in these tough economic times, 

it has not been so easy finding a job. 

I have been praying about this a lot, asking God to show me exactly what He wants me to be 
doing right now.

When I began my blog I was completely inspired and on fire and still am.
 I want to Do Something 
with this little place I have carved out

 and have tended to with words from my heart.

I love that people are using their voices to create change and positivity for others. 

I want to Do Something, 

something to help others, 

something my children can be proud of.  

I have thought of starting a non-profit organization and focus on bullying. 

It is so prominent and I think more voices are needed.
We either use our words to lift others up or tear them down. 

It is something that I have seen first hand and have seen the damage it inflicts on our precious children.

I am excited to see where God wants me.

I would want this to be a blessing to others. To create awareness and change. 

 I guess the first step is the hardest.

I will be posting about some ideas I have soon. If you have some time,

 I would love to know what you think!

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