January 26, 2010

Stepping Up to the Plate

This is going to be one of those braggy, braggy post just thought I would warn you.

Life has gotten to the point that it is completely out of control.

I’m not really sure what we were thinking when we had four children in the span of six years. I also don’t know why I thought it was difficult when they were small because life now is, as I said, completely out of control.

Everyone is at the age that they are involved or doing something. Our nights have become logistic nightmares. Pick up here, drop off here, go here, and stop here. It is craziness. Added to this insanity is the fact that we are currently a one-vehicle family.

A couple of months ago as I was signing Al. up for basketball I was desperately trying to talk H. out of playing basketball. He has only wanted to play since he was four and every year he would remind me how many more years until he could play.

Why, oh Why did I not say he had to be 16?

Eventually, I gave in and signed him up knowing it was going to be tough to fit it in. I’m not going to lie it has been nearly impossible. Or at least it would be if it weren’t for Al.

Al. has been a life savior. Thankfully most of H.’s practices and games have been at our elementary school. Last night when I was called in to sub at the pool and Brent had to step in as the official taxi driver. Al. stepped in as the official basketball supporter. Armed with my cell phone she stayed with H. at his practice and cheered him on. Fully knowing that she would take on this roll again on Wednesday when Brent and I both have to be at an event for our oldest.

She keeps stepping up to the plate and being a total support. It is happening more and more and I am thankful that she is so willing. She doesn’t even realize what a huge relief it is to me to know that she is looking out for her little bro.

2006 1 Henry and Alex jumping on the tramp pic 4
An oldie but one of my favorites, Al and H.

The one advantage to everyone getting older is I don’t feel like I am doing it all by myself. We are a family who steps in and helps when it is needed. It is kind of awesome. There are still fights and hormones are starting to spike all over the place but at the end of the day when Al text her dad. H. is dribbling the ball, H. is shooting a basket. I just smile and remember I am incredibly blessed


Prayers and Hugs,


Me, Myself and I said...

I didn't see this as a brag post. It's just an update on your life post.

Angie said...

Aw, way to go Al. I just love her. :)