Bursting with energy

I have a little red head that one day might be the death of me.  But this last week, he showed just how much of that is probably my fault.  Watching him perform in his kindergarten’s Thanksgiving Day Celebration, I had to giggle.  The boy was loud.  Loud like his momma had been when I was a kid.  Off key and proud of it, he pounded on his makeshift drum, oblivious to the many people staring at him.  Or maybe he was hamming it up because they were watching.  I sure did the same thing when I out-sang my sixth grade choral group in our rockin’ rendition of “The Eye of The Tiger”.  Just like my son, it was quite the off key solo that wasn’t supposed to be a solo at all.  Oh how my shy mother wished she could melt into the floor boards, but I loved every moment of it.

That’s just one of the many great things about raising children.  Their bigger-than-life personalities bottled inside them, offer me opportunities to vicariously re-experience some of the best fleeting moments in my life one more time.  (Wheeee!)

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About janelleevans

I'm a sleep deprived mother of three. I create young adult novels from the voices in my head.
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