Poster Children

Yolie suggested this picture she took today should be on the brochure for special needs adoptions. Yep, we're the poster children.

"Hard work makes you feel good," JoJo just crowed to me, this after me modeling hard work as an option for some 12 years for him. Hello? Have you met me son?

I could hardly crawl inside to cook supper, still fighting the poison ivy take-down, it's leaving some marks on me. Uh-oh. Gonna be scratching.

But I listened to Dave Ramsey podcasts all day, taking note especially at the number of callers who called to proclaim they are now debt free, but, and this is a noteworthy but, they all attributed it to their childhoods, praising their thrifty, frugal parents with ultimately setting them on the right track.

I concur, having come from parents born in the Depression, Sarah's very much like me, actually many of my children find no shame in used or second-hand, knowing there's more bang for their buck.

Not once in my entire life have I ever seen my mom go to a store and buy herself something in order to feel better.

Never.

Nor have I done so.

We head for the gardens, that always makes everything feel better.

But what I'm really pondering is the fact that it's my gifted one up in the tree that's being taken down, having been struck by lightening a while back. Shouldn't he be the brains of the operation, not the potential fall guy?