The Transition Sabbat/ Any ideas????

Ok, so I think I have mentioned here that I have four boys. Let me go into a bit more detail. Frank is the oldest and he just turned, oh my god I can't believe I have to say this number, 20. Then comes Pete Jr. (we call him PJ) who is 18. Dustin is 13 and Joey is 10. My husband Peter and I have been married for 20 years now, yes if you do the math it was a "shotgun wedding." Our lives have gone through a few different cycles now but this latest one I am finding to be the most difficult so far.  I think I am calling it "The Transition."
Frank stayed with my mother for a year during LPN school and was home every weekend until this summer when he graduated. Now he is living back home for now which is great, kind of. We will revisit that in a second. PJ graduated from High school this summer and is also transitioning but he is moving out to my mothers, which is about 70 miles away, to start his new job as an auto mechanic at a dealership out there. 
So, we have two transitions the younger boys are dealing with now. Frank is 20 years old now, technically an adult but to us he is still just Frankie. Frankie was always the typical overachieving, sensitive, wanting to take care of everyone in the house kind of kid. Now, he is trying to transition too. I get that. I am trying to encourage that. But, here is the hardest part. For whatever reason a long time ago, my boys split up into two and two. They all loved each other and did things all together but the personalities of the four made it so the two middle boys and the oldest and youngest got along better and therefore had a closer relationship. Frankie and Joey have been inseparable for a good seven to eight years. Joey idolizes his big brother and Frankie has always included him in almost everything he did and fiercely protects him. Well that of course, is changing a bit now. 
For instance, Wednesday, PJ came home and we had all four boys in the house for the first time in a few weeks. Which was great. Dustin and Joey had really missed the older boys and were excited that they were both home to hang out. PJ's girlfriend lives out here so he was looking forward to spending some time with her also and Frankie has a friend girl out here and decided to spend some time with her. Ok, I get that, they are getting older they are going to spend more time outside the family unit. But, I also warned them that while they were home, they were going to have to set aside some time with the younger brothers also. So, yesterday PJ brought Dustin home with him to hang out for the day and Frankie and Joey were to hang out together for some quality time too! But, Frankie took off with friends and Joey was left alone. 
The little guy tried to be understanding... he hung out with mom and dad for a while and waited for his time. When Frankie finally came home, he popped his head in the door to tell us he would be out late with a friend and left without a word to Joey. Who, of course, burst into tears of hurt. 
I have been trying really hard to explain to the younger two boys that this is a family transition time. That we are kind of going from a core group of six to a core group of four. It's not easy for me either which I think in my head I am not showing, but is probably coming out in other ways. (Like I have been crying alot more than usual lately!) But change is never easy. My talk with the two younger boys was all about change and how it's hard to mold into a new thing and that our family will be a bit different but we still all love each other... blah blah blah... LOL 
For me? I have set my mind to task of spending much more quality time with the younger two to try and substitute a bit for the loss of the two older boys at the same time! Goddess' all know that I am quietly melting a bit inside too cause my babies are going away. That is it... I knew it was coming... I tried to prepare... I feel as if I have failed though cause a piece of me is broken.... 
I don't know... I am thinking of having a transition sabbat in the back yard. Where we put our robes on and call the quarters and celebrate the older boys becoming men and ask the Gods and Goddess' for their help in this transition. Anyone have any ideas??? 

My beginnings as a pagan and a mom and a woman.

So, here goes. I am a mother of four boys, wife of one husband, and daughter of two parents. I will be turning forty later this month and have decided to start this blog for me and for anyone else who wants to tune in. I grew up in a suburb of Rochester, NY. My mother's family were fiercely Catholic and I was raised in that tradition. I want to make clear that I try not to knock any religion. I believe that all religions are born from good intentions and they try to show the way to the God that they believe so that we can feel closer to that spirit of good.
 I went to youth group in middle and high school which to this day I believe shaped the spiritual journey that my life took. Our youth minister's name was Marie and she was an amazing woman. The kind of woman who gave of herself tirelessly and asked nothing in return. She became all of ours' surrogate mother and the person in my teenage life that I could trust not to judge me. I was a leader even back then. I was rebellious and my little pack of followers followed me into many precarious situations, which I'm sure I will describe more someday! My experience with Marie taught me that I am not a perfect human being. That I, in fact, am far from a perfect human being. But, that I am loved anyways! God didn't care that I made mistakes! He only cared that I was willing to get up everyday and keep trying!
At the end of my high school career I met my husband. He had just gotten back from Desert Storm where he served as a combat engineer. He was a "bad boy" and sexy as hell. My mother hated him and I fell in love immediately! I won't detail our early years here but let's just say we went through hell and back as we grew up together and eventually... we made it to the other side. He is a very spiritual person too and because of him, I began to look at Christianity and Catholicism as a point of view that wasn't necessarily the only point of view! 
We have four boys, ages 19, 18, 13, and 10. Three of my boys have walked with me on this journey of spiritual discovery that has lead us to paganism. In the views paganism I have found home. The connection of nature, the elemental influence on everything, and most especially the clear link of the energies of the universe with all of us. My boys and I are just beginning our pagan path as it has been less than a year now that we have chosen to call ourselves, "Pagans." I do not pretend to know everything or anything other than what our solitary experiences have showed us, so if I say something not quite true, or you think I may be misrepresenting a concept? Feel free to correct me in love. For that is what this blog is going to be for me. A spiritual journey, a place to share ideas, a place to learn, a place to love and support one another in the journey. Come along and learn and love with me! Tomorrow I would like to tell you about our first experience with religious persecution and how proud I am that my boys can stand up and fight for their beliefs! Blessed Be!!! 
                                                                             Wyllow