The game of LIFE

It has been a long weekend.  I offer no polite euphemism.  Friday which I had ardently longed for seems many moons ago filled with lots of nothing and everything.  It was trying.  It is over.  It is life.

But there were some bright spots as we are ending with a treat and not a trial.

Each boy grapples with his strengths and his "what ails him" as my grandfather would grump.  This weekend provide ample views of the later but ended with the former.

Houlder managed a treat at a friend's house for VCU's final game of the season.  His friends folks' were kind to let me hang out to make sure that he was okay.  15 year old boys love it when mom hang for the party.

But, I still did.  They were nice and fun and it was great for him to have some time with friends.  It is amazing what how sitting and eating in the company of friends knocked him out.
His soul was feed as well which hopefully will sustain.  His pain is intense almost all the time and he is sleeping more and more every day.  18-20 hours a day.

Frazer worked out at the gym with William and had some struggles after five minutes.  He slowed his pace and managed 15 minutes.  It will be interesting to see how that improves with the still unscheduled heart repair.

This week involves chiropractor and acupuncturist for Houlder and a MRI for Frazer.  We hope to hear from the neuro-pediatrician and learn how to proceed.  

But the weekend ended with all four boys and I playing the game of LIFE.  It was nice.  I was guided by some words I had heard from Jeff Wolsberg in a parent education Friday morning:

"Parent Mantra: Praise and Support with Correction and Direction."  It's a good mantra.