I Know I Did a Good Thing

Its not the first good thing I've done, but for some reason this one really didn't make me feel any better.

In our community a young boy, age 10, Jeremy Sexton, drowned a couple of days before school let out for summer vacation.

He was a bus friend to my two younger children. His family lived in a trailor park not too far from us. They had four boys total... same ages as four of my own children. I see the family around our community often, in various activities such as softball and basketball.

Tonight our community had a benefit spaghetti dinner in honor of Jeremy. The also had a chinese auction and 50/50 raffle.

One of my sons was lucky enough to win a Mongoose bike and I was lucky enough to win $208 in the 50/50 drawing. I in turn told the announcer we would like to donate our winnings to the family, as I saw it was the only thing to do.

I had been fighting back tears ever since the boy was taken to heaven and received a round of applause I felt very humbled by. I busied myself straightening our table and fighting back another round of tears.

I did a good thing, I know. But somehow I don't feel anyone could ever do enough. $208. Yes, we could have used the money. But my 10 yr old came home with a new bike. Their 10 yr old is gone.

And off we go.....

Well here I am.  Starting yet another way of communicating with people via the internet.  I now have a myspace, bebo, cafemom, pogo and now google blogging accounts.  Not to mention the endless amounts of phone calls and emails I am involved in.  So lets get started.

Summer.  Its finally here and my kids are already rolling full steam.  "Take me here, take me there" "Can so-in-so come over, can I go over there?" "Can we have a sleep over?".  The laundry, the wet towels, the wet suits.. etc!  Its only been two days!!!

Now don't get me wrong... I like the not being up at 5:30 part, but the rest is going to be nipped in the bud starting today.

Ah today.  Its my oldest child Balins' 17th birthday.  17 years old and a typical teen.  I shouldn't complain as much as I do.  So he's a little lazy, a little mouthy and has a little too much attitude. I suppose it could be worse.  He doesn't run the streets, cause trouble, swear, drink, smoke or any of those other stereotypical teenage things.. but I guess I just want him to stay that sweet little boy who loved curling up on his mommy's lap, a little longer.  Happy Birthday Beef!  I love you!