We’re in the midst of a heat wave. It got up to 22 degrees yesterday. Ransom and I hit the woods. It’s amazing how warm 22 degrees can feel. I had a great weekend. I can’t even put my finger on what actually made it great, but it was. The weekends are really the only time I get to quilt without being tired. I’ve taken a week’s worth of pictures to post.
First off. I’m bragging--- no ifs, ands or buts. I’ll make no attempts at denying it. My daughter writes a weekly column for our local newspaper. It’s a six-day a week newspaper, with rough 16 pages an issue. She took the internship in the fall. Chelsey goes to the newspaper one hour a day to learn the basics in journalism. She took the deer hunting pictures in November. She’s learning how to set the comics. And she’s learned a lot about writing. She wanted to write impacting stories obesity, teenage drug use, etc.,. But the editor said, “ Chelsey, there’s enough news in the newspaper. People want to hear about your life.” So….She’s wrote about her brother, her car, the mouse in her car,and volunteering at a nursing home. She’s given good press to her grandmothers and her dad. People always ask me—“When is she going to write about you?” I’m sort of her counsel for subjects, so I never put myself on the topic list. She used to let us preview the articles. But as she has grown more confident, she’s told us,” You have to wait for the viewing audience”. A little scary…
Well, in Friday’s paper, here’s her article.
I’m so proud. As a parent, you are always fighting the battle within yourself—How come I can’t get through to her? What am I doing wrong? Well, she made my day, week, month and year in one swoop.
Just a little something to let you know, it’s OK to believe in Santa Claus, because miracles do exist. And while parenting is the toughest thing I’ve ever done without a doubt, I’m glad I made the choice to have kids.