We should be rejoicing in our efforts and our success….but sometimes we feel the void of their needs more than others. We have to sit back and watch…and let them spread their wings.
Rejoice momma’s…We did good.
Rejoice momma’s…We did good.
I came home tonight and my oldest daughter and her boyfriend were here and we were chatting and catching up in the kitchen, as our family usually does EACH night, yes, for about an hour while dinner is being made, or well, we snack instead. Oh, sorry, back to the story…in recapping events of the day and the weekend, and current events, he said it best, “Dang everyone is in a bad mood!” Well, he was right!
Why do some people just stay so uptight and stressed out? Why can’t we just not care about the little things that really won’t matter in 1 or 2 years from now, but yet let it ruin our day, and the evening when we finally reunite with our loved ones after spending so many hours outside of the home??
I am feeling a little blessed and a bit of a lesson taught tonight when I came across this post tonight. These babies have no worries at this moment. This little guy is the one that is including everyone. They are happy, and seriously….tell me that in these 55 seconds that you didn’t just let go a little bit…and smile, and maybe give a little chair dance. Am I right? Did you possibly watch it twice?
Do you really think that your kids don’t feel your stress and worry about finances or whether or not their room is clean. This is truly what our lives should be all about. We were made to live with him and praise him each day, and be happy! We are to take PLEASURE in God.
Some short paraphrases:
James 2 – We are called the Heirs of the Kingdom in Faith.
Matthew 13: 44-46: All the treasure are hidden in him.
Psalm 23 – The Lord is my shepherd….I will fear no evil…
“All present fellowship with God is a fore taste of eternal felicity!”
Need to dance and smile just a bit more, I will try!
My baby is turning 16 today. She is a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed mix of pure joy with a smile that can be contagious to those around her. She is about a constant 70% happiness and can quickly turn to display that perfect attitude as all 16 year old girls have. I can’t help but to realize the difference between who am I today and when her brother and sister were 16. Our home is very different, quiet, our finances are very different, and well, her mom and dad aren’t the same that her siblings had at her age. So, this is a letter to my Rylie, on her 16th birthday, today.
The mom who raised your brother and sister did look a little like me, but she was thinner, had younger skin, and took much better care of herself. She ran mostly on energy, enthusiasm, and expectations to keep up with our crazy schedules. She could read important things like thermometers and medicine bottles, always remembered all those important dates and times of milestones like when you lost your first tooth, and could hear her children plainly when they hollered for her from another room. Everything from great grades and high achievements were always expected and misbehaving and failures, were kind of a big deal. She knew her kids’ teachers well because she was quick to address any of the above; she did a few things in the classroom to volunteer and participated on field trips and made sure every school function was attended.
She expected her kids – because she more or less expected herself – to be ever excellent and practically perfect. But, at this time the young mom was asking herself how come it all felt so hard all the time, and was there another way, she was already falling apart a little.
As a result, you got a refurbished version of a mom, the kind you end up with after the first one breaks down but is still under warranty, and is returned to you with different insides, a new Motherboard.
A pre-menopausal mom who cannot hear you when you call from your room and who pees her pants a little while fake-nice-shouting for you to PLEASE COME DOWNSTAIRS TO HAVE A CONVERSATION, and also, Is anyone else freezing?? One who knows that it is much too late in the school year to admit that she does not actually know what home room you are in, and has no clue how to actually look at your grades online. (She claims publicly that this is because she understands now that your grades are yours and not hers, and that even a failing grade is less damaging than a mom failing to keep perspective; while these things are true, it is worth mentioning that it could also be because she cannot remember that she doesn’t have her password to log on because it’s one more thing that she says she needs to know, yet doesn’t make the time for, because after work she is simply tired and puts too much into her work to leave.)
The mom you got has been a back-at-work mom and even worse, a mom working a 2nd job trying to make a financial difference, while your siblings’ were the mostly stay-at-home variety, and this has cut both ways. On the gooddays, when she has been on her game, she has so proud to be providing a model of working motherhood with her stay at home Wedding and Event Planning business that was thriving and booming. So in order to spend more time with my kids, she decided to go back to work full time during the day to gain our weekends back. That means you became THE day care child. Your mom was a whole different person in the world, bearing the excitement of a new new job and great paychecks for the fun mom points – the good kind of fun with MONEY! That mom felt the pride of professional accomplishment. But as the family knows, there have been other days, too, the ones when despite her best efforts, she couldn’t quite keep all the plates spinning in the air, and it’s been you who has been hit by the shards as they’ve crashed to the floor. Continue reading “A letter to my youngest child, the baby, on her Birthday!”