Spring seems to be hiding this year. I hope you have found spring! In March, when all the hoopla starts and everyone starts filling in the brackets and getting all worked up over predicting the outcome of college basketball tournaments, it always reminds me of when Mike was at the MTC. I remember sending him updates basketball March Madness, thinking he would really care. He was really too busy learning french but, the Mom in me thought he needed a diversion. Another article I sent him was about vendors selling yummy roasted bats on a stick in Abidjan, kind of like corn dogs at the fair! I was just trying to prepare him for the culture shock. That was a long time ago. In June of 2005, we helped Mike and Melissa move out to Chicago where he began Medical school. Since then, they have had two more children and we have missed them terribly. When he started school out there we knew that in March of 2009, would be Match day and with some variables that would depend on him and chance, we would know where they would go from there. The days in March went so slow....we were so anxious. He had worked so hard and done really well and had interviewing to specialize in Radiology which is quite competitive. I was nervous. Each day seemed like four. Following is a link to their blog to find out more about Match day. Needless to say, for me, it was an emotional day. He and Melissa were delighted with the news of getting exactly what they wanted. They will move to Spokane for one year and then move to Phoenix for four and he will indeed specialize in Radiology. With age I've become a bit soft and didn't only shed a few tears of joy and relief but I actually heard myself sob which....did worry me a bit.....I sounded like an emotionally distrait whanny! But when I pulled myself together to identify my emotions.....yes, to own them......., (no need to pay John) I felt gratitude for his protection, and humility for the obvious little role we play in our childrens lives. Four out of our five children have thrived and become wonderful independent adults. Only Tyra needs her mommy and she is just about 12. Phew! http://mnmpetersonfamily.blogspot.com/
