COLLEGE BOUND!!!!

I feel inspired today. I love to write. I love writing this blog. It began with my dad asking me to write a blog so he could keep up on my life and also by my desire to write down my thoughts somewhere. At the time, and currently still, my kids really don't care what their mom thinks. That's as it should be. I don't expect them to. They are at the stage of deciding what they think about life. The cool thing is that I am writing my blog just for me. I like the process of writing. It makes me happy.

Spencer got accepted to BYU today. I kind of knew he would, but to really read the words was a cool moment. Brett was on speaker phone early this morning with all of us so he could be included. Spence is officially headed to college. Wow. Time flies. I remember taking him to Brett's work when he was 18-months old and showing him off to all of the workers there. I remember making him go to a french preschool and a nature preschool while we lived in Boston. I remember him calling the blue crayon, bleu. I thought, "am I messing this poor kid up?" His teacher never spoke to them in English. Then that was it. A few months of French and then off to the preschool in the woods. Thoreau would have been proud of him, studying sap, animal tracks and such.

I remember how hard it was for me to have him go to all-day Texas kindergarten with his teacher who looked like Snow White. I remember how happy I was that he got into the Spectrum program when we moved here. For some reason, I thought that meant his future was oh so bright. Spectrum in 3rd grade= spectacular adult. Somewhere along the way, in Jr. high or perhaps his sophomore year, Spencer decided that his parents were making him do stuff he did not want to do. He did not want to be Sterling Scholar. Why were hard classes that infringed on a good social life the way to go? He began to tell me what classes he wanted to take and politely thanking me for my "advice"--he would take it under consideration.

Now, he is a teacher's assistant one period, home release one period, choir one period, seminary one period, adult roles one period. I don't think I have seen him do homework yet this last half of his senior year. BUT no worries! I guess colleges don't really look at the senior year. Yeah! He's college bound. Now the next hurdle is mission bound. By this time next year, he'll be gone, along with all of my other adopted sons.

By then, I'll probably have Kate in a yoga/beach meditation or surfing preschool. :)