Sunday, January 17, 2010


Yes, it has been a while since I last blogged. I make no apologies. Life sometimes happens. Everynight I lay in bed and think of the things that I would like to post. The next day they are a distant memory. I am making lunches or fixing breakfast or driving someone somewhere. I am studying or reading or playing.
My kids do not understand that when they hear someone say that parents do this and don't do that (things like play and still build forts with their kids) because my childrens parents still do these things. What fun is having children if you can't get on the floor and play? Watch their imaginations grow and listen to their stories. Even as my oldest is on the cusp of turning 13, I still hold her hand, when she allows. I brush her hair and I even pluck her eyebrows! I lay in her bedroom floor and listen to music with her. We talk about what things are "cool" and how to cope with the world. She asks me questions about my childhood. How do I answer? That's a hard one. I didn't always live my life in a way that is worthy. But, I wish for her to not make my mistakes. I am in awe of her, she is smart beyond her years, yet she is still my little girl. She still wants to be held and still wants her daddy to wrestle with her. And doesn't understand why he can't.
I have come to a very hard realization this week. I was asked to undertake a new calling or "position" if you will, at churh. It will involve me being gone from the house every morning during the time that the rest of my family is getting ready for school/work. I worried that my son would fall apart. I refuse to let him be. I am very emotional over him because not only is he my last child but, due to my age, I doubt that I will have anymore children. This realization has hit me very hard as I approach my 38th birthday. I look at him and it seems just like yesterday he was my little baby. I will have a harder time adjusting to the morning's than he will. He will probably cry and whine at first, this will make him tougher, right?
I pray for my children that they will turn out well, what parent doesn't? I teach them correct principles. I love them and understand that God saw ME, Tina Liverman, fit to be their mother. What a huge responsibility.
I have thought a lot about the last 10 years. Since we just embarked on the new year and a new decade. Do you realize growing up I thought that I was worthless. Not worthy of love, to give love or to feel anything but shame. But, the last 10 years have proven me wrong. I am so in love with my husband and he with me. I have finally found my place among the world. It is not always a pretty place. But I am so glad that I have the knowledge of the gospel in my life. I have the love of a wonderful family and a loving Heavenly Father.
The last 10 years have been so fun. A learning experience. I have lived all over the U.S. I have made freinds and met all kinds of people that I would not have met otherwise. I have dealt with real setbacks and tragedy. My husband is blind. Don't feel sorry. It has made us appreciate things so much more. To have THIS and it be gone makes one realize just what really is important. I have lost my 2 grandmothers whom I love dearly. They are still missed and I still think of what their reactions would be to certain things that happen. I have rekindled relationships and I have lost relationships. A natural way of life. I know. The next 10 years will hold much of the same. I grow spirtually and I grow wiser. I love the age that I am now. I love that I am best friends with my husbad. I feel sorry for the wives whose husbands prefer to spend their free time away. How blessed am I?
I look forward to what the next 10 years brings to the Liverman household.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Here we are...

No new pictures so I hope this dosn't bore anyone. If you are like me I never read post's I only (mostly)like to look at the pictures.
Well, we have been back to school for about 3 weeks now. I like my classes. I am taking Physics, Geography, Public Speaking, Social Problems, and American Lit. phew, that's alot! I seem to be enjoying so far... We shall see, a couple of my teachers are ver unorganized and it makes for hard test.

Sydney started the 7th grade. WOW! she is 12 and in 12 more years she could be done with college or married or both and have a baby. Talk about blowing my mind! She is a typical 12 year old. She loves school. She does really well at it. She is the kind of person who dosn't have to study to get the good grades (gag!). She is cute and she is not interested (yet) in boys. Good job.

Gage started the 2nd grade. And every morning there is tears and I practically have to push him out the door. This morning I actually had to drag him by both arms out the door. He held onto the door jamb like a cat with both hands and I had to pry his fingers off! I really am at my wits end! He says that his teacher yells, she may, or since he isn't used to loud stuff anything louder than talking normal would be a yell to him. I hate to say anything to the teacher for fear she will take it out on Gage, since we have had retaliation from teachers in the past when I have asked about certain behavoir. Other than that, Gage just says he will miss me too much, this morning he said he gets a tear on the bus for me! That is a bit much, don't you think? Please, does anyone no how to handle this type of situation? I have tried being nice. Taking things away. Pleading and bargaining. When he gets home from school he says that he had a great day. And he does well in school. Go figure?

Thats about all that's going on right now. We are just trying to get by. Forrest and I have found a good routine that pretty much works for us.