Peonies and an Apology

We finally went to our nearest (and formerly our favorite!) nursery to exchange some dead wintergreen boxwoods from last spring, and for new peonies.

Ches ordered 10 Sarah Bernhardt peonies for me as a gift this spring (I'm all into plants right now..is that age?), and about seven are coming up.  I got a gorgeous white one from my wonderful friend, Tiffany, for Mother's Day!  It was sooo beautiful.  I didn't want to cut the blooms, and I didn't want to plant it yet..I wanted to sit and stare at the gorgeous flowers! : )

Today we shopped the peonies, and because most of them are already finished blooming for the season, I had to keep googling pictures of the varieties to see what they'd look like next year!  I chose three: Kansas Double Peony (magenta/dark pink), Nancy Nicholls peony (blush to white), and maybe a Klehm? (med. pink).  Soo beautiful.  Want to see the most amazing choices?  Try this site.  (Looks like how joy feels.) : )

Kansas Double Peony

We also shopped trees.  I can't decide, and we'll have to have them delivered, they are too tall.  One that I'm loving is a 6-in-1 espaliered apple tree.  It's six varieties of apples grafted onto one tree!  And espaliered so that it grows horizontally.  So you can reach the apples.  It's a little bit of maintenance to keep it clipped and trained, but I'm up for the challenge.  Instead of my kids eating the wild onions, they can grab an apple.  Wouldn't it work for the fence at the end of my driveway by the garage?!

from here

I also loved the Meyer lemon trees (and they already have about 30 tiny lemons each!) (but I worry about the kids eating them, and the citric acid eating the enamel off their teeth!), the Mandarin oranges and the clementines.  And of course I was there to get a fiddle-leaf fig, but they had sooo many dark spots on the leaves.  They were no help in telling me why or how to fix it..so I didn't buy it. : (

Even picked a big pot for one!

The largest!  But then..they didn't have a cart with wheels that wasn't really dirty.  I want it for inside..so I'll have to wait.  And just keep looking.

I've learned this little lesson about how good things come to those who wait, so I'm more patient.

..I can wait!

Hope you had a wonderful day outside too! Hugs!

ps..Clay decided to go back to class today.  And he received an apology from the coach.  I just told him I'd support him either way, and he probably chose better than I would have.  God bless him.

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.

Proverbs 22:6

Hard Day

Once upon a time, there was a sweet boy.  He just wanted to get along with everyone, not rock the boat, just learn, and be.  He worked hard on his lessons, he played even harder.  He was a good son.

The boy already had some strikes against him.  He had diabetes, and he was working to keep everyone happy with his numbers.  It was so hard.  He had sports and p.e. and big meals, and add to that: he was growing.  He liked to stay up late and to sleep in.  But his schedule wasn't always the same, so it was an especially difficult numbers game.  He had been selected and had chosen to take really demanding classes.  He was earning some of his high school credits, but it was fast-paced and a lot of assignments to maintain.

One day, this growing boy went to school and had his regular p.e. class.  They were in the middle of golf lessons.  He was swinging a plastic club against some tennis balls (we have to assume the district can't afford clubs and real golf balls, bless their hearts).  The boy was getting bored with repeatedly hitting the tennis ball, and he began to hit it a little harder.  He didn't hit it too hard, but enough that he set off his bully of a coach.

The coach got in his face, as the boy was away from his friends, and asked why he was so stupid.  Imagine the sweet, confused boy as he looks the coach in the face thinking he misunderstood.  The coach continues, and tells him he needs to go to a doctor to get his head checked to see if he has brain damage.  Then he asks if the boy has brain damage. 

The boy, now realizing what's happening, looks around to try to figure an escape.  The coach asks again, and the boy says he doesn't think so.  He is so humiliated, so angry, and wants to cry all at the same time.

Since the coach doesn't allow phones in the gym or field, he has no means of help.  The other kids don't see what's happening.  A bully always singles out his prey.

When they're finally released to dress out, the boy starts texting his mom.  Someone who will care.  He tells what happened, since you should always tell.  His mom is so busy calling the school, she barely texts back, "which coach?"

He answers as she is less than a mile away.  By the time his momma makes it into the school office, he's already been called in.  They have a brief moment with the nurse who says she knows something happened since the boy won't talk to her.

They meet with the grade level principal, and they get nowhere.  The principal tells the boy to his face that she doesn't believe him.  His momma is incredulous.  The principal says the coach asked the boys if they were doing something stupid.  The coach denies having singled him out or asking if he was stupid.

It continues.  The principal quizzes the boy.  Who else heard the coach?  Who can corroborate your story?  We've never had anyone speak against this coach.  Momma says coach was here when she was here, and he was mean even then.  Principal is not friendly or polite.  She takes notes like a police officer, asking specific questions.  Momma thinks she's trying to trip up her son.  It's not going well.  She isn't going to do anything about this situation.  She's already writing off the boy who pulled all the courage he had together to speak against a grown man.

Principal asks just what they want to come of this situation.  The boy says he enjoys p.e., and he doesn't know..could he be in another gym class?  Momma says for her son to be out of the coach's class.  Principal says there are only two weeks.  She can stop his grade (it's a 100%), and he can go to the library every day during the class period and take his final in there.  Or go back to class.  They look at each other.  This is not exactly what they said they wanted.  They get until tomorrow morning to decide. 

Principal asks if they have any other "business" with the nurse, and she curtly says Thank You.  (Apparently it's their dismissal.)  They got up to leave, went into the front office and had to ask the secretaries-with-their-heads-down for a note to get the boy back into class.  Momma reached for it, and she handed it to the boy.

They hug outside the office, and red-eyed boy goes back to his world.  Momma goes home and cries.  How can people be so insensitive?  How does it serve them to cause pain to others?

    
There are many prayers going up.  Prayers for the coach's heart, his family, his children, the boy's heart, his decision, the right choice (for now and as he grows into a man).  For the principal and her day and her life.  Holy cow, this is character building time.  Scary momma stuff.

And then, just like that, life goes on.  Baby doesn't take a nap, kids are home, dinner needs to be made, and big boy has a concert.  We move on.  Not forgetting, ever thoughtful of decisions that need to be made.

Prayers that the kids that call you momma don't ever have this experience.  And if they do..build some character.  Hugs,  

Connections!

I have made new friends this week! : )  The total point of Diabetes Blog Week.  Some are funny, some hilarious and filled with make-me-crack-up language, and some make me gush, and some make me thankful.  And sweet Laddie, who has been leaving comments on everyone's blogs all week!  A true connector.

One of the newest friends I've made (maybe a few months ago?) is Morgan.  She's young and full of energy (a college student and figure skater!), and trying to find balance.  Her story is fascinating to me because her childhood friend had been diagnosed with diabetes when she was 8..and Morgan was diagnosed years later.   

Which leaves me wondering..will there be friends of my kids who will be diagnosed in the future?  Who will look to my sweeties for advice and same-same?  Makes me not want it to happen, but at the same time..oh how I'd have loved for my kids to have had someone to talk to that already knew the ropes.  Hard thoughts.

Grumpy Cat says Diabetes Sux.  Friends make it better though.

Today is the last day of D Blog Week and the official beginning of Laundry Catch Up and Unload the Dishwasher (so we'll have Bowls!), haha!  I'd post pictures..but swimsuits, underpants, and dirty plates are so last year.  I've enjoyed getting back into the blogging habit, and we'll see if I can keep it up.

Ethan had Vocabulary Day at school.  His word was Adventurous!  We made letters and put them on a backpack!  He wore a Panama hat, carried binoculars, map, compass, and notebook!

I think what I have to remember is that it's better to post a tiny bit with no picture than spending 7 hours on a post with edited pictures (I'm no photographer, I just crop and shrink to save space!) (and I think 7 hours includes bathroom breaks, baby baths, please-go-back-to-beds, yogurt snacks, a phone call, and a Pinterest check..) I'm going to make an effort, I'm kinda getting used to dishes in the sink. ; )

**Our topic today is Continuing Connections.  The very first inspiration for Diabetes Blog Week was to help connect our blogging community, and that continues to be the most important reason it's held every year.  So let's help foster and continue those connections as we wrap up another Dblog Week.  Share a link to a new blog you've found or a new friend you've made.  Or pick a random blog off of the Participant's List, check it out and share it with us.  Let's take some time today to make new friends.

Visit a blogging friend today!  Hugs! : )

Favorites

It's so hard to pick a favorite blog post.  I'd normally just pick based on the pictures, cause I'm weird like that.  I love a beautiful house/gorgeous flowers/happy kids/beach picture, haha!  I picked a happy memory when Mary Claire graduated from fifth grade.  I finally let go of my illusion of control (both with her hair and her blood sugars!), let her take off her pump, play in the water with the other kids, and only worried about the pump making it to 3:00.  It's the day I accepted her diabetes (after 9 years..) and decided that I was thankful.  Thankful for the amazing people and world it had introduced me to. (I know I shouldn't end with a preposition..but try rewriting it..it sounds funny!)

And meanwhile?  We've been partying!  Yesterday was Mary Claire's THIRTEENTH birthday!  How did she get so big?!  We had a school dance, Mary Claire's birthday sleepover, and we saw a movie!  (Pitch Perfect 2..and you might not want to take thirteen year olds!!  Eeek!!  I was a little embarrassed, and I was DYING that I'd taken all those girls!  I did ask permission first since it was a last minute idea, but still.  Dying.) 

Just a few pictures of my favorite daughter ever!  Happy Birthday, sweetie!! : )

Her hair is getting sooo long!

After the dance, they had FUN!  and they were hot!!  And they didn't dance with boys..kinda relieved, haha!

at MIDNIGHT after the movie!

Can't wait to see YOUR favorite posts!  I really am so thankful for our online community, my sweet D-Mama friends locally, they are some of my favorite people! : )  Thankful for every day I get to spend with these quickly growing kiddos.  I've started counting time left with a couple of them (till college!).
Hugs, y'all!

**Today’s topic is Favorites and Motivations.  If you have been blogging for a while, what is your favorite sentence or blog post that you have ever written?  Is it diabetes related or just life related?  If you are a new blogger and don't have a favorite yet, tell us what motivated you to start sharing your story by writing a blog?  (Thank you Laddie of Test Guess and Go for suggesting this topic.)**