CheriGENERAL

16 years.
The number of years we experienced life with kids in school.   
Sixteen years of helping with homework (and enduring homework tears), going to parent-teacher conferences, packing lunches, signing permission slips, volunteering in classrooms, doing school projects, going on field trips, proms, homecoming, danceline, plays, sporting events, band concerts, graduation open houses, chaperoning dances, award ceremonies…..well…you get the idea.  Night after night of running here…and there…and constant activity.


and now we are experiencing……

Quiet.  Silence.  Just the two of us.  Night after night.  

…..and we aren’t complaining. . . 

Because . . . . now we eat dinner and don’t have homework afterwards.
because  . . . now we can watch what we like on tv — without interruption.
because . . .  now we don’t run every night of the week.
   blah, blah, blah…you get the idea.  
We do miss those things from time to time — wait…no we don’t….what am I saying?

Enjoy each life stage — they’re all good….in their own way.