Archive for September, 2009

Apron Sacks, Flowering Gloves and Bug Pee!

Children do not always practice calmness, or patience very well; but they can sure teach you patience. Mommy’s and Daddy’s will miss out if we don’t find the patience to really make time with them. (My Little Woman pointing out a duck to us while at the lake this weekend. She wouldn’t go till we all noticed it and good for her for insisting we stop being so absorbed in our adult plans and take note of life!)

I did something today I haven’t done in a while. I let my girls help me cook. We all put on aprons and my Big Girl cleaned the beans, my Little Woman snapped off the end of the beans and I showed them how to snap them in half into the pot. We then washed the potatoes together and carried them over to the counter, using our aprons as a sack (the girls thought this skill was amazing). At first I kept thinking about how much faster I am at doing it alone, then I drew myself back to the present and took note of their conversation and the moment we where making together.

I’ve pointedly been trying to be in the moment. At lunch time it is just my Little Woman and I. Most days Baby Boy is napping and the older two are at school. I used to rush around while she was eating and get things done during lunch break but lately I have been making myself sit with her and really listening to all her seemingly unconnected stories.

(Note my Big Girls glove! It is her fall gloves that she is getting covered in dirt but she told me she needed ‘flowering gloves like mama wears’ and so that is what this pink set is for now.)

Yesterday I sat on the front step and watched my eldest ‘garden’. She was taking water from the kiddy pool and pouring it randomly on the lawn. “These are yucky areas that need flowers to grow,”she told me. She would take her rake and scratch away at my empty flower bed, very busy, sure she was making the yard much prettier.

I listened as my youngest daughter giggled and squealed with lady bugs on her mitten (yes mitten). She was so nervous about touching them she insisted on wearing a mitten while the bugs played on her hand. My Big Boy thought it was great fun to scare the bugs and watch them pee on him. They must have kept at the bug hunt and gardening for hours and I managed to sit and really watch for a good while.

I am not someone who enjoys fast pace. I truly do think about moments in time a lot and try hard to capture the littlest things about it all. I have become a very impatient mother though. I have become too busy too often. I need to relax more and cook with my girls, chat with my three year old, hunt bugs and garden in an empty flower bed.

Practicing this is medicinal for my mommy soul.

TTFN

Listen To Her

You have to give kids credit, often they boil down our overly complicated and emotional problems to the root of it all and can wrap it all up with a hug and a simple solution. I was feeling afraid today. I had a moment of weakness where I was doubting God’s provision. When I caught myself I was hit with shame and sat in a puddle of selfish and confused tears on the couch. My three year old came up to me, cautiously, and put her hand on my knee. “Mama, waz dah matwer? Why you so sad?” I felt bad for worrying her and said ” Mom is just worried about all the things we need and all she has to do…” She looked at me very thoughtfully, with furrowed eyebrows and replied “But God woves you Mama, right?” RIGHT my little woman! Her simple words snapped me out of my mood and I felt my faith restored. I hugged her and thanked her for loving me and then thanked my Lord in heaven for LOVE.

TTFN

He Says Love

There is something so romantic about hearing your husband rock and sing the baby to sleep. I just love him for it! I was warn out from another nursing marathon and had flopped over on the couch as soon as he took Baby Boy from my arms. I realised I had dozed off and awoke to my man singing a hymn to my baby. Love for both just welled up in me and I had to get up and greet my husband with a hug and a kiss as he emerged from the nursery.

TTFN

Wheels On The Bus

(My eldest two waiting at the bus stop with great anticipation!)

Big Boy
“The wheels on the bus are soooooo high Mom!”
“I watch the wheels on the bus while we drive to school Mom!”

Big Girl
“I dreamt about riding the bus again, last night Mama!”
“Riding the bus is awesome!”

So far riding the bus is their favorite part about being back to school. I can’t blame them! It is a big adventure in their lives and so new! Walking to and from the bus stop is a big and daily event in our house now that school is in full swing again. They have never been so easy to get out of bed for school. Busing them is a great solution for our family. The only draw back is the feeling I get in my stomach each morning as they pull away… nothing a little prayer and trust in my Jesus can’t fix!

TTFN

Gianna Jessen Abortion Survivor in Australia Part 2

At first I was going to say, ‘I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but I needed to post it.’ but since this is Gianna’s story and she makes no apologies for her story why would I shame her story by doing so?

Bless you!

Gianna Jessen Abortion Survivor in Australia Part 1

At first I was going to say, ‘I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but I needed to post it.’ but since this is Gianna’s story and she makes no apologies for her story why would I shame her story by doing so?

Bless you!