Once again, I find myself with several draft posts & no desire to share them once I reread them.
They’re full of complaints about the three year old who woke me out of a dead [NyQuil!] sleep, then proceeded to whine like it was his job [wait, it isn’t, right?] for the rest of that entire day, my husband’s job & how I hate that he has to work when everyone else gets to stay home because of the snow [oh, there was one in addition to this], & blah, blah, blah.
The thing is, I just can’t seem to get into a good blogging groove again. And to be quite honest, a lot of the things I want to write about are not fit for the Internet. Not in a controversial way, in a the-people-who-need-to-know-already-know-and-maybe-not-everyone-needs-to-know way.
I’m barely finding time to read blogs, let alone write my own. But these are a few of the posts that have made me nod & smile & say, “YES, THAT!” in the past week or so.
From Scissortail SILK:
I wanted to whisper to his tender little heart,
“Yes, I will always be your mommy, and you will always be my little boy.
Even when you grow into a big elementary school boy and don’t want me to walk you into your classroom anymore.
Or when it stops being cool to give me a hug goodbye…
As you turn around from the dugout or bench or sidelines and just wish that I would quit cheering so loudly…
I will still be your mommy.
When you find yourself in trouble for the first time, when you make a mistake, when you choose to act in a way that doesn’t show God’s love…
I will still be your mommy then too.
I will still be your mommy when you are picked first or last or choose not to play at all.
When you decide you want to quit or give up and really dislike me when I make you keep going…
As you consider colleges and the future and we pray together about what you should do next,
And when the time comes and you drive away with a truck full of your things and a heart full of hope for the future…
You will still be my little boy, and I will still be your mommy.
And my son, as another girl catches your eye, or breaks your heart, or makes you chase after her…
Or when that girl becomes more than just another girl and you tell me it is love.
When there are rings, and vows and babies and long stretches in between phone calls –
I want you to remember that I will always be your mommy.
Because there are no words that you could say, and nothing you could do that would change my love for you or who you are to me.
I will always be your mommy, and you will always always be my little boy.”
I don’t like the feeling of disappointing my kids. But I refuse to give into this holiday overkill. I’m overwhelmed enough as it is. Today I gave all of my kids a bath. We read with each of them for the recommended 20 minutes. We reviewed our math facts. We practiced guitar. We sat together at the table and ate a meal that was NOT procured at a drive-thru. We played outside. Most days, I’m struggling to achieve all these things. I can’t have these haphazard, once-monthly overblown holidays take over my life. I can go big for Christmas and Easter. That’s all I can handle.
But I can’t do this alone. Fellow parents… teachers… sunday school workers… I beseech you. BRING IT DOWN A NOTCH. Ya’ll are setting up expectations that I just can’t maintain. Wouldn’t we all be just a little happier if we returned to the slacker days of store-bought valentines and kit-dyed eggs and JUST WEARING A GREEN SHIRT AND CALLING IT A DAY?
For the sake of overwhelmed parents like me, I beg you. Stop the madness.
From Baby Rabies:
Oh hey there! I’m back from a little break I didn’t intend on taking. Technically, it was spring break here last week. We didn’t have anything big planned. I thought I’d blog a little. Obviously I grossly miscalculated what a butt-kicking 3 kids full time without Scott here would be.
His work trips are always perfectly timed.
Per usual, the weeks without him start out great. I have a PLAN. And I ATTACK. And I clean the house before bed.
Then as the week progresses, I lose hope, give up, and just sit in bed after the kids go to sleep, catching up on this season of Parenthood while the dirty dishes grow yogurt.
And finally, from Diana Wrote:
When we pray for God to shape and mold us, we are the clay, we give our lives to Him, do what you will with us – do we mean it? Is faith real if it’s only when we get what we want?
What if you give your life to Christ and your world crashes in?
I don’t know. But I do know this – I’d rather have walked this rough path with my Savior than walked an easier one alone.