Second Chances

Love me some Maya Angelou.

This morning, as I got the little boys ready for daycare and dropped them off before heading to work, I thought about how I really thought this season in my life was over...

The big boys are 17,18,19, and 21.

So, it's not surprising that I felt like I was done with "raising kids."

Of course, Colton will most likely be with us for a long time, but as far as the little kids things, I was done.

Until now.

Last night, I had to ask T if taking an hour to eat dinner is a normal thing for a six year old.

She giggled and said, "It's very common."

Oh. My.

Big boys don't waste any time!

Doing children's laundry.

My boys started doing their own laundry when they were 10 years old. (Evan doesn't seemed thrilled that he is almost at this amazing stage!)

Making sure kids are showered and actually clean.

Waking kids up.

I haven't woke my kids up for years!!!

They do that all on their own.

Making sure kids have every meal during the day.

Big kids just make themselves breakfast and lunch, People!

But.

I feel like this is a second chance for me to get this right!

My four boys are incredible and amazing and funny and smart and handsome and hard working and loyal and compassionate and full of gratitude and integrity.

I've done something right.

But.

I feel like I can learn from the things that I did right and wrong with the little boys and do better and be better. 

Second chances are all around us, every single day.

Yesterday, I needed to get over on the freeway.

The truck in the lane next to me sped up and would not let me in.

I flipped him off.

I NEVER DO THAT.

I was like, "Heidi! Watch your language!!!"

I was so embarrassed that I did that!

Then, he needed to get into my lane.

I was not about to let him in!

NO siree!!!

Then, it happened again.

A second chance.

To do better and be better.

I let him in.

Take the second chances and do better and be better!