Tonight as we were cleaning up the kitchen, I was lamenting the fact that I had just swept and mopped that morning (not that anyone could tell).
"I'll help, Mommy," Parker chimed in, and he ran to the pantry for the broom. As he made small piles all over the kitchen floor, I followed behind, dustpan in hand.
"Mom," he said thoughtfully, "It's kind of like these messes are our sins. Everyone makes messes every day. Well, everyone sins, I mean…And it's like this house is God's house…and we are all His children. We sin every day and he just cleans it all up for us…And He never minds."
I had tears in my eyes. "I think you're exactly right. Where did you get that idea?"
"I dunno. Just popped in my head."
"Parker, I think you'd make a great preacher one day," I commented.
"Well…I already have my job picked out," he replied.
"Oh yeah. Lego Builder, right?"
"Right."
"Well, maybe you could just preach on weekends."
He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I could take my kids to a fancy restaurant, like McDonald's, and if we met some people, our kids could play, and if they didn't know about God, I'll gladly tell them. I might bring my Bible…just in case."
"Good idea, buddy."
3/24/14
3/19/14
Slippery little devil
I gave Caleb a bath today. Not an unusual occurrence. In fact, quite the opposite. I can't tell you how many baths I have given little babies over the last 7 years. Too many to count!
I sat perched on the edge of the toilet, Caleb on my lap, and turned on the bath water. As the tub filled, I slipped his onesie over his head and his diaper off his bottom. Plop, into his bath seat he went. A quick scrub, some shampoo, rinse, conditioner, and out again. As I toweled him off in my lap, I shook my head at the ease of it all. Second nature.
Then tears sprung to my eyes. Because it won't be second nature for long. I can handle slippery little babies with ease, but this is a skill based upon repetition. My confidence is a direct result of experience, and lots of it. But I doubt it's like riding a bike. I may not forget how to bathe an infant, but I will never be as adept at it as I am now. And this makes me incredibly sad.
I remembered how very nervous I was to give Parker his first bath. It was torture trying to get him out of his little gown. I agonized over the water temperature and was certain he would catch a cold because I couldn't dry him quickly enough. I remember humbly accepting grandparents' help. Even then I hovered...What if he slipped from their grip? What if soap got in his eyes? Did they really remember how to do this?
I snapped back into the moment. A darling, slippery little devil bouncing on my knee. And I realized that this routine I had repeated oh so many times, was not as mundane as it had seemed yesterday. It was in fact, fleeting…precious.
Swallowing hard, I let the water out of the tub. I nuzzled Caleb's neck, as only his momma can, and dried his cotton candy hair. I thanked God for the moment, reserved only for parent and child. For a momma and her last baby.
I sat perched on the edge of the toilet, Caleb on my lap, and turned on the bath water. As the tub filled, I slipped his onesie over his head and his diaper off his bottom. Plop, into his bath seat he went. A quick scrub, some shampoo, rinse, conditioner, and out again. As I toweled him off in my lap, I shook my head at the ease of it all. Second nature.
Then tears sprung to my eyes. Because it won't be second nature for long. I can handle slippery little babies with ease, but this is a skill based upon repetition. My confidence is a direct result of experience, and lots of it. But I doubt it's like riding a bike. I may not forget how to bathe an infant, but I will never be as adept at it as I am now. And this makes me incredibly sad.
I remembered how very nervous I was to give Parker his first bath. It was torture trying to get him out of his little gown. I agonized over the water temperature and was certain he would catch a cold because I couldn't dry him quickly enough. I remember humbly accepting grandparents' help. Even then I hovered...What if he slipped from their grip? What if soap got in his eyes? Did they really remember how to do this?
I snapped back into the moment. A darling, slippery little devil bouncing on my knee. And I realized that this routine I had repeated oh so many times, was not as mundane as it had seemed yesterday. It was in fact, fleeting…precious.
Swallowing hard, I let the water out of the tub. I nuzzled Caleb's neck, as only his momma can, and dried his cotton candy hair. I thanked God for the moment, reserved only for parent and child. For a momma and her last baby.
2/20/14
The Ultimate Parent Equation
I can't tell you how many times I have heard people say, "Wow! Four kids! I don't know how you do it!"
When I had 3 children, I would often hear, "Whew! Three?! I only have two kids, and I'm struggling. How do you manage?"
When I had 2 children, the parents of only children would smile and shake their heads. "I can't even keep up with one," they'd say.
You get the idea. I have thought and thought about this phenomenon. Finally, I discovered the ultimate parenting equation. The one that makes life make sense again…Wait for it….
X- 1= easy life
X is the number of children you have. X must be greater than 0 (i.e. you must be a parent of at least one child) for this equation to make any sense.
You see, when you have your first child, no matter how much you love said child, you will likely reminisce about the days when you were child-free, free to park your car at the gas station and "run in" for some coffee or gum, free to pee by yourself, free to sleep through the night or stay up all night and sleep in the next day.
Then you went and had another baby. Sure it was precious, but oh how much easier it was with only one baby! No juggling the car seat on one arm and the toddler in the other. One grocery cart was big enough for groceries and children. It didn't feel like you were inconveniencing people too much when you asked them to watch your one child, but now that there are two, well…might want to get a sitter.
And on and on and on…I can't tell you how easy it feels to take three kids around with me at a time. Add the fourth, and whoa Nelly! It's another story. So I hate to break it to you, parent readers, I guess this equation means that if you have had one child, you've had one too many.
Just kidding, of course. But it does make you think!
When I had 3 children, I would often hear, "Whew! Three?! I only have two kids, and I'm struggling. How do you manage?"
When I had 2 children, the parents of only children would smile and shake their heads. "I can't even keep up with one," they'd say.
You get the idea. I have thought and thought about this phenomenon. Finally, I discovered the ultimate parenting equation. The one that makes life make sense again…Wait for it….
X- 1= easy life
X is the number of children you have. X must be greater than 0 (i.e. you must be a parent of at least one child) for this equation to make any sense.
You see, when you have your first child, no matter how much you love said child, you will likely reminisce about the days when you were child-free, free to park your car at the gas station and "run in" for some coffee or gum, free to pee by yourself, free to sleep through the night or stay up all night and sleep in the next day.
Then you went and had another baby. Sure it was precious, but oh how much easier it was with only one baby! No juggling the car seat on one arm and the toddler in the other. One grocery cart was big enough for groceries and children. It didn't feel like you were inconveniencing people too much when you asked them to watch your one child, but now that there are two, well…might want to get a sitter.
And on and on and on…I can't tell you how easy it feels to take three kids around with me at a time. Add the fourth, and whoa Nelly! It's another story. So I hate to break it to you, parent readers, I guess this equation means that if you have had one child, you've had one too many.
Just kidding, of course. But it does make you think!
2/19/14
Going to Miss This
You know, for someone who claims not to be a country music fan, I certainly reference country music quite a lot…
There is one country song I particularly detest. It is sung by a father, directed toward his adult daughter. One of her children is is crying, another is screaming, and she's dealing with a repairman. Just then the singer has the audacity to say [condescendingly, I might add], "You're gonna miss this."
Really? Really?? Might want to work on your timing there, grandpa. Better yet, why don't you hold the baby, entertain the toddler, deal with the repairman, and send mom out for a latte. Wait? What was that? You don't want to? Why ever not? I thought these moments were soooo precious that she would miss every single one!
I understand the intentions. Enjoy the kids while they're young, et cetera, et cetera. I get it. However, there are some moments no momma in her right mind would wish to relive. Like gripping your child in a full body lock while the doctor attempts to draw blood for testing. Like the 12 hour van ride with the toddler who has a sudden case of explosive diarrhea. Like mopping up the baby food on the floor, table, highchair, blinds, wall…again and again and again. Like the supermarket meltdowns. You get the picture. No one misses the tantrums, chaos, whining.
What we parents of very young children will miss are the mundane moments. The every day quiet moments that often slip by unnoticed. The brief sigh of relief between book bags dropping in the hall and dinner on the table. Somehow these moments are forgotten the second someone screams that So-and-so locked me out the bathroom! It's no fair! I have to pee, too!!
Last night I was able to catch one of those rare moments. Those quiet moments. Then that stupid country song came to mind, and I shook my head. For once the song rang true. I was going to miss this. I decided then and there that I would blog about our beautifully mundane evening. Because I don't want to forget...
I was standing at the stove, a baby balanced on my hip, as I stirred the vegetables. "Vroom! Vroom!" a two year old gripping a monster truck made his way down the hall. I wandered into the playroom to observe a sweet five year old girl, her head bent low as she put the finishing touches on her painting masterpiece. Behind a bedroom door I could hear grunts and high-pitched voices, all produced by one kindergartener in the midst of his intense Lego war. This, I thought to myself, this is a slice of heaven on earth. I am gonna miss this. My heart and arms were completely full.
Thank you, Lord, allowing me to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
There is one country song I particularly detest. It is sung by a father, directed toward his adult daughter. One of her children is is crying, another is screaming, and she's dealing with a repairman. Just then the singer has the audacity to say [condescendingly, I might add], "You're gonna miss this."
Really? Really?? Might want to work on your timing there, grandpa. Better yet, why don't you hold the baby, entertain the toddler, deal with the repairman, and send mom out for a latte. Wait? What was that? You don't want to? Why ever not? I thought these moments were soooo precious that she would miss every single one!
I understand the intentions. Enjoy the kids while they're young, et cetera, et cetera. I get it. However, there are some moments no momma in her right mind would wish to relive. Like gripping your child in a full body lock while the doctor attempts to draw blood for testing. Like the 12 hour van ride with the toddler who has a sudden case of explosive diarrhea. Like mopping up the baby food on the floor, table, highchair, blinds, wall…again and again and again. Like the supermarket meltdowns. You get the picture. No one misses the tantrums, chaos, whining.
What we parents of very young children will miss are the mundane moments. The every day quiet moments that often slip by unnoticed. The brief sigh of relief between book bags dropping in the hall and dinner on the table. Somehow these moments are forgotten the second someone screams that So-and-so locked me out the bathroom! It's no fair! I have to pee, too!!
Last night I was able to catch one of those rare moments. Those quiet moments. Then that stupid country song came to mind, and I shook my head. For once the song rang true. I was going to miss this. I decided then and there that I would blog about our beautifully mundane evening. Because I don't want to forget...
I was standing at the stove, a baby balanced on my hip, as I stirred the vegetables. "Vroom! Vroom!" a two year old gripping a monster truck made his way down the hall. I wandered into the playroom to observe a sweet five year old girl, her head bent low as she put the finishing touches on her painting masterpiece. Behind a bedroom door I could hear grunts and high-pitched voices, all produced by one kindergartener in the midst of his intense Lego war. This, I thought to myself, this is a slice of heaven on earth. I am gonna miss this. My heart and arms were completely full.
Thank you, Lord, allowing me to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
2/17/14
NEVER a dull moment
Today was Presidents Day. Parker was out of school, and we decided to join some friends for play and a picnic lunch at a park. We had never been to this particular park and were very excited to explore a new place. As it turns out, all of Collin County had the exact same idea. While the park was awesome, it was also so crowded, I frequently found myself fighting off a panic attack as I constantly lost sight of the kids.
We decided to leave the main play area and walk down a winding path past lovely low hills to a paved area near the pond. It was glorious! The sun was shining, white clouds streaking across the bright blue sky. A beautiful swan paddled around the lake. After a yummy lunch, the kids raced around the pond, squeezing out every last bit of energy and fun.
We began our journey back toward the van. Everything was just perfect…
The kids began running up the hills and rolling down. What fun! "I want to!" I shouted and began up the hill, leaving Caleb in the stroller, in the care of my friends. Just as I reached the top of the hill, Parker began shrieking and waving his arms madly. "ANTS!"
Turns out he had rolled right through a fire ant hill and was covered head to toe. As he howled, I began stripping his clothes off of his flailing body. He was fighting me, and I realized he didn't want his friends to see him in his underwear. "TURN AROUND!" I roared at the crowd of frightened onlookers below. Instantly our group of friends turned their backs, and Parker and I managed to strip him to his skivvies. "MADDIE! Bring me Caleb's blanket NOW!" She rushed up the hill, and I wrapped Parker in the blanket, brushing fire ants from his hair.
I carried that huge, heavy, sobbing, embarrassed, darling little big boy all the way back to our van. It felt like miles. My heart broke with him every step of the way. "This is the worst day ever!" he moaned between sobs. "I know, I know, honey," I said soothingly. Because I do. I know what it's like to be embarrassed in front of friends and strangers. I know what it's like to get hurt, to cry, to feel like a fool.
What he doesn't know is that we all know (or will know) what that's like. What he missed was the beauty of the people in the background. The friends who quietly picked up his clothes and shoes, shaking off the ants. The moms who pushed the stroller carrying his baby brother. The friends who held his sister's hand as she crossed the parking lot.
Parker wasn't ready to hear it yet, but he is richly blessed. His friends care about him, about our family. There are there to love us and support us. And one day, he will return the favor, I'm sure.
There is never a dull moment in this crazy beautiful life, and for that I am truly grateful!
We decided to leave the main play area and walk down a winding path past lovely low hills to a paved area near the pond. It was glorious! The sun was shining, white clouds streaking across the bright blue sky. A beautiful swan paddled around the lake. After a yummy lunch, the kids raced around the pond, squeezing out every last bit of energy and fun.
We began our journey back toward the van. Everything was just perfect…
The kids began running up the hills and rolling down. What fun! "I want to!" I shouted and began up the hill, leaving Caleb in the stroller, in the care of my friends. Just as I reached the top of the hill, Parker began shrieking and waving his arms madly. "ANTS!"
Turns out he had rolled right through a fire ant hill and was covered head to toe. As he howled, I began stripping his clothes off of his flailing body. He was fighting me, and I realized he didn't want his friends to see him in his underwear. "TURN AROUND!" I roared at the crowd of frightened onlookers below. Instantly our group of friends turned their backs, and Parker and I managed to strip him to his skivvies. "MADDIE! Bring me Caleb's blanket NOW!" She rushed up the hill, and I wrapped Parker in the blanket, brushing fire ants from his hair.
I carried that huge, heavy, sobbing, embarrassed, darling little big boy all the way back to our van. It felt like miles. My heart broke with him every step of the way. "This is the worst day ever!" he moaned between sobs. "I know, I know, honey," I said soothingly. Because I do. I know what it's like to be embarrassed in front of friends and strangers. I know what it's like to get hurt, to cry, to feel like a fool.
What he doesn't know is that we all know (or will know) what that's like. What he missed was the beauty of the people in the background. The friends who quietly picked up his clothes and shoes, shaking off the ants. The moms who pushed the stroller carrying his baby brother. The friends who held his sister's hand as she crossed the parking lot.
Parker wasn't ready to hear it yet, but he is richly blessed. His friends care about him, about our family. There are there to love us and support us. And one day, he will return the favor, I'm sure.
There is never a dull moment in this crazy beautiful life, and for that I am truly grateful!
12/12/13
Thanks for having us over...
Dear Jesus,
I just wanted to write a quick thank you note to say thanks for inviting us over today. As you know, it was a very busy day. After we dropped Maddie off at preschool, we had to run to the post office to deliver a package, then to the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner, veggies for the tray at the prayer group tonight, lunch for Maddie (since we thought it was a half day, and of course, it wasn't), and a gift for the preschool director (which we forgot to buy and had to since today was the last day of her school for the year). Whew! We made it back to Maddie's preschool (housed in a church) in just over an hour. That gave me time to get a front row seat, feed Caleb before the other parents arrived, and take Jack to the potty.
With Caleb strapped into the carrier on my chest, I snapped pictures of a beaming Maddie as she smiled sweetly in her angel costume and sang each line of every song just perfectly. Meanwhile, Jack was distracted by the stickers and paper I had tucked in the diaper bag. Despite his virus and ear infection, Caleb didn't make a peep.
After the program, we dropped off Maddie's lunch in her classroom and headed toward the van. I allowed Jack to dawdle on the snowy lawn as I loaded Caleb and the stroller in the van. I was shaking my head in amazement at the smoothness of our day when it dawned on me that I was standing in Your front yard.
Of course, it had been easy. I wasn't alone. You were with me the entire time. No doubt, you soothed Caleb's sore ears while simultaneously (and miraculously) keeping the ever-active Jack in his seat. So thank you, Lord. Thank you for helping me even though I'd forgotten to ask. Thank you for coming with me when we left Your house, riding in the van to take us home, to pick up Maddie again, walking with us to get Parker from school, joining us on our visit to the doctor and then the pharmacy. Thank you for giving Caleb that extra long nap so I could prepare dinner. Thank you for coming to prayer group and bringing us safely home again. Thank you for everything.
And one more thing: tomorrow, when I start my day trying to do it all on my own again, would you please remind me that I don't have to?? Thanks!
I just wanted to write a quick thank you note to say thanks for inviting us over today. As you know, it was a very busy day. After we dropped Maddie off at preschool, we had to run to the post office to deliver a package, then to the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner, veggies for the tray at the prayer group tonight, lunch for Maddie (since we thought it was a half day, and of course, it wasn't), and a gift for the preschool director (which we forgot to buy and had to since today was the last day of her school for the year). Whew! We made it back to Maddie's preschool (housed in a church) in just over an hour. That gave me time to get a front row seat, feed Caleb before the other parents arrived, and take Jack to the potty.
With Caleb strapped into the carrier on my chest, I snapped pictures of a beaming Maddie as she smiled sweetly in her angel costume and sang each line of every song just perfectly. Meanwhile, Jack was distracted by the stickers and paper I had tucked in the diaper bag. Despite his virus and ear infection, Caleb didn't make a peep.
After the program, we dropped off Maddie's lunch in her classroom and headed toward the van. I allowed Jack to dawdle on the snowy lawn as I loaded Caleb and the stroller in the van. I was shaking my head in amazement at the smoothness of our day when it dawned on me that I was standing in Your front yard.
Of course, it had been easy. I wasn't alone. You were with me the entire time. No doubt, you soothed Caleb's sore ears while simultaneously (and miraculously) keeping the ever-active Jack in his seat. So thank you, Lord. Thank you for helping me even though I'd forgotten to ask. Thank you for coming with me when we left Your house, riding in the van to take us home, to pick up Maddie again, walking with us to get Parker from school, joining us on our visit to the doctor and then the pharmacy. Thank you for giving Caleb that extra long nap so I could prepare dinner. Thank you for coming to prayer group and bringing us safely home again. Thank you for everything.
And one more thing: tomorrow, when I start my day trying to do it all on my own again, would you please remind me that I don't have to?? Thanks!
11/24/13
The Great Great Wolf Lodge
We recently went to a Great Wolf Lodge with the kids for the first time. We had been promising the trip for about six months, you know as part of the whole, "C'mon kids, you're going to love living in Dallas...They have that cool indoor waterpark hotel called Great Wolf Lodge there. Yeah, sure we can go!" Then of course we moved to Dallas and learned that one night at Great Wolf was about the equivalent of one year of college tuition. Okay, so I'm exaggerating...a little. It took me months to find a decent price. Finally, the day had come, and we were all so excited!
While we were there, I discovered something amazing...
I could enjoy vacation. With kids! Crazy, right? But it was true! The first "vacation" we took after becoming parents was torturous. It was a large, extended family affair. While everyone else slept through the night and well into the morning, we were up feeding a two month old. As people lounged in bikinis all around me, I was self consciously trying to hide my post-pregnancy body. I was anxious every time the baby cried, which was a lot. You get the idea. It was a far cry from the relaxing, exciting, romantic trips Aaron and I were accustomed to taking.
Fast forward about six years. Add three more kids. Throw in two parents who have learned that the real joy of vacation is not about personal pleasure and relaxation - at least not in this season of our lives... The real joy comes from the children themselves. From the smiles and shrieks of joy as they bounce on hotel beds. From the wonder in their eyes as they behold something never seen before. From the wild, circular running and dancing - a physical inability to contain their excitement. From the soft, sweet head resting heavily on my shoulder at the end of the day. From warm little bodies tucked in close to mine, the blissful sighs, the "I love you's," and the sound of air softly entering and exiting four tiny noses.
Were there fights? Yes. Meltdowns? Of course. Was it worth every penny and every second of planning, packing, and working? You bet your bottom dollar!
While we were there, I discovered something amazing...
I could enjoy vacation. With kids! Crazy, right? But it was true! The first "vacation" we took after becoming parents was torturous. It was a large, extended family affair. While everyone else slept through the night and well into the morning, we were up feeding a two month old. As people lounged in bikinis all around me, I was self consciously trying to hide my post-pregnancy body. I was anxious every time the baby cried, which was a lot. You get the idea. It was a far cry from the relaxing, exciting, romantic trips Aaron and I were accustomed to taking.
Fast forward about six years. Add three more kids. Throw in two parents who have learned that the real joy of vacation is not about personal pleasure and relaxation - at least not in this season of our lives... The real joy comes from the children themselves. From the smiles and shrieks of joy as they bounce on hotel beds. From the wonder in their eyes as they behold something never seen before. From the wild, circular running and dancing - a physical inability to contain their excitement. From the soft, sweet head resting heavily on my shoulder at the end of the day. From warm little bodies tucked in close to mine, the blissful sighs, the "I love you's," and the sound of air softly entering and exiting four tiny noses.
Were there fights? Yes. Meltdowns? Of course. Was it worth every penny and every second of planning, packing, and working? You bet your bottom dollar!
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