Sunday, June 7, 2015
You know the day where every ounce of attitude that your children have in their tiny little bodies comes out. And I mean, every little drop that they can muster up. That is the day we had around here today.
Lots of back talking. Lots of whining. Lots of crying. Lots of pouting. Lots of hitting and screaming. Lots of repeating myself. Just lots of lots.
It's days like this that make me question my sanity. I question if I have what it takes to parent these children instead of just taking the easy way out. To actually stick to my threats when I make them, even though I know it is going to come with a knock down drag out fight.
But I choose to fight. Not literally. But fight the urge to give in. I can remember before I ever had children I would say, "I will NOT let my children get away with that". Or, "I will NOT have that child that back talks and throws fits". What in the world did I ever know about being a parent that would make me say that???
But we do the best we can (in the middle of typing this sentence, we just had another melt down). Where was I? Oh yeah... we do the best we can any given day.
Tomorrow is a new day. With new attitudes. And knew perspective. And we will keep trucking along because we don't know any other way. And I will love on the babies of mine.
Despite the "lots of's" we had today...
Thursday, May 28, 2015
A while back we were praying before you were going to sleep. Daddy had gone to a funeral of a man he worked with and you were asking about a million questions. The conversation went something like this...
"Daddy, did that man have a son?"
"Yes, he did. And his son was crying because he won't see his daddy anymore"
So you decided that night you wanted to pray for that little boy...
"Jesus, please take that little boys tears away. And please give him a new father. And let that Father by you, Jesus".
Another example of how truly special you are and how you are shaping up to be a pretty great Christ follower is...
We were at the doctor getting your heart checked out. The doctor is listening to you heart beat, then turns to you and asks "Would you like to hear your heart?"
And your reply was ever so direct and to the point... "Why? Do you hear Jesus?"
Cash, I know every mother says this. "My kid is going to be something special". Every father believes his child is the most athletic and the best on the team. There is nothing wrong with this.
But young man, your mother is hear to tell you something.
You will change this world. I'm not sure how. I'm not sure when. I'm not even sure how I know this. But I know it. I feel it. You were created and brought into this world to change it.
So go on, sweet boy. Change it.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Cash and Presley Mae,
I made this blog as a baby book to you both. I have loved being able to reflect and look back on milestones and moments. Moments that I swore to never forget. Moments that I swore would live in my soul and spirit for all of time. Until something else comes along. And then that moment gets pushed to the side. Just ever so slightly nudged to the side, but still in and around my heart. And then something else comes along and it gets pushed to the side. Nudged a bit more out of my memory.
And that is what has happened over the last 6 months. Life has got in my way and pushed this little blog out of my sight. And I quit. I quit on documenting and immersing myself in our memories. And for that, guys, I'm sorry.
I promise to do better. I promise to give you something to love and be proud of when you read it.
I love you both!
I love Easter. I love that my family celebrates Easter. I love that Easter is a "new beginning" kind of holiday. After all, isn't that what Jesus promises us? A new life in Him. A new beginning in Him.
And that is most certainly worth celebrating...