Notes

A few days ago, I decided to make a change in my kitchen. I moved the butter. If this sounds like an inconsequential decision to you, then it's likely you don't love butter or consume it at the same rate as does the Pierson family. Upon choosing this move, I realized it might bring about many questions (you know, such as, "Where the heck's the butter???), which could, in turn, start to be rather annoying to me. Behold my brilliant resolution to this potential problem....

This morning I woke up, perused Pinterest while enjoying a cup of tea, and thought, "Perhaps a piece of toast would be lovely."  So I headed to the kitchen, opening the cupboard that is now home to our butter dish, and what did I see?  Not the butter!  Instead, I saw a note. One note led to another and another and another. It was a quest. Brought to me by my oldest, who apparently stayed up quite late devising a scheme to bring consternation to his mother's morning. In truth, it was a funny start to my day. I love that goofball.

I did, eventually, find the butter. So all is well.

Here are the notes...

Letting Go

It is official.  My boy is heading out.  He turned 18 on Christmas Eve, got a phone call with a job offer from my brother, Mike, and bought a plane ticket to Austin for January 14.  As a parent, letting go is difficult. It is emotional.  It is also an exciting time.  We are happy to see him moving on, leaving his time of life as a boy and becoming a man. My friend, Becky, and I were talking the other day about how we are one of the few cultures that doesn't have a celebration or any kind of rite of passage for our kids.  I wonder if perhaps that makes it more difficult for our kids to break free or for us as parents to let go.  But all kids leave home eventually to pursue a life of their own.  I am happy for my boy and curious about how this next season of our lives will look.  It will be a strange thing to only have 2 kids at home.  Anyway, here are a few photos of Shelby over the years.  They make me smile.

My Boy

I was just contemplating the fact that my oldest, Shelby, will soon be turning 18.  I recall my mom telling me to cherish every minute with my babies, that they grow up too quickly. Well, she was absolutely right.  Yesterday I was cleaning out a bin in my closet and came across this poem that my Shelby boy wrote in 5th grade.  It made me laugh.  It's just so Shelby.
                                                               

                                                                             My Ode 
                                                    by Shelby Pierson

Oh, Pants, I owe it all to you.

If I didn't have you in the winter, my butt would be blue.

My pants are in style and make me look cool,

 no matter if I'm at the store or at school.

My wonderful pants, the legs come as a pair, 

  and it's great that they cover my underwear.

Yep, that's my boy...always so serious and studious.  He makes me laugh often.  I just love that kid!  Here he is today...