Who Took My Marbles?

So I find myself again at the end of another school year...exhausted, relieved and a little melancholy. I find that it takes a lot of trust to allow your child to go to school. By the end of the school year they have spent a huge amount of their time with a teacher that you know very little about and since their teacher apparently is the expert on all subjects they wield an enormous amount of influence on your child. After sharing your child with that teacher for a year you start to feel a certain bond to the teacher; a certain level of gratitude that your child came through the year relativiely unscathed. Anyways, to get to the point, I feel compelled at the end of the year to find a way to express my gratitude. Since most of our grade school years have been spent in California the expression of gratitude was easy...A Book of Mormon with their testimony. This year was a little different because all of their teachers are LDS and therefore the Book of Mormon seems a little pointless. So what to do, what to give? Well once again Walmart bailed me out. We found the prettiest little forget-me-not plants. What better way to say thank you than with a pretty little plant that says don't forget me because I won't forget you! Forgive my boasting but; genius.:)
And so begins another summer. The kids have been out of school for 2 hours and I have already had to break up 5 or 6 fights, explain the disciplinary procedure for the summer, referee lunch, console a child for a cancelled play date, hear about all the things they want to do this summer and how they are already bored. Oh and did I mention I spent my last hour of my semi-free time (that means I only had two kids with me)registering kids at the new school and at UVU. And with that motherhood calls.

Being a mother of seven children I find that my life seems to cave in on me at times and I become extremely focused on my little world. After recently attending a conference where Sherie Dew spoke I realized that my circle of influence has become very limited. I also realized that I have something to say to the world. In fact, I have a lot to say. So in an effort to remedy this I have obviously started a blog.
I find that I struggle with many of the concepts behind facebook and therefore have decided to pass on that avenue of expressing myself. Perhaps in time I will change my mind but for now this will have to suffice. I will make no excuses for my opinions or rantings but please realize that that is all they are. And with that my time is up...I have one child climbing the back of my shirt and another hanging on my arm asking me to snuggle them and I obviously can't pass up that chance.