Taking Care of the Girls

I walked up to my room tonight, 10:19pm, and noticed my lamp beside my quiet time chair in the corner of my room was still lit. My bible and journal lay open on the chair with my blue blanket strewn over the arm of the chair. It was many hours ago when I was interrupted by the girls this morning, both feeling so bad. This nasty virus that Mack conquered at the beginning of last week had now gotten each of them. I left my quiet time to tend to their needs. Ice water and ibuprofen. Warm showers, then blankets and pillows on the couch. Then off to disinfect their room and their bathroom and every door knob in our home. And then there was Mack—feeling great and full of energy. Confused by his having to do math while the girls “just lay on the couch.” How quickly he forgot what he was doing last week. There were eye drops to be given, crackers and grapes to be served. Chicken noodle soup to be prepared. I tried all day long to be so patient and kind and loving. Mostly it came just fine, but then around 5:30 I was feeling tired and done with all the servant business. There’s a reason why a nurse works 12 hour shifts…anymore and she is liable to throw the meds in the patient’s general direction. So, here I am looking around for relief and […]

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Grace for My Failures

I laid in bed last night recounting several moments of less-than-impressive parenting.  “I wish I wasn’t so harsh with Molly and her busy hands and feet and her mind that never stops with ideas.”  “I wish I had made more eye contact with Ruby when she scooted over next to me on the couch last night.”  “Tomorrow I am going to try and remember to ask Mack if I can build something with him out of his legos.” Truth is, I have this little conversation with myself too often while lying in bed. I am a do-er, especially around my house.  The little chalkboard in my living room boasts of a quote from Ann VosKamp….“More important than a clean house is a CLOSE FAMILY.” A-hem. Of course I know that is true…and yet…it is hard for me to overlook stuff out of its place. It is a challenge to not have a project on my mind.  It could be as simple as cleaning out a drawer or as complicated as conquering my linen closet. This morning as I opened my eyes and stretched, I asked God to please speak to me this morning and remind me that He will be to me what I am not able to be on my own!  That is what the Christian life is about.  Christ in me. I am reading in Exodus and started the morning in Chapter 12, but not before reading “My Utmost for […]

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Don’t Be Jealous

So, evidently it’s Fall Break ’round here. A quick perusing of facebook shows sun and sand or Disney.  So in an effort to make some others feel better about their “Fall Break,” let me see if I can review ours.  Monday–Mack went to the doctor for a horrible sore throat and fever that ended up being a virus that must […]

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Let’s Try This Again

Mack has spent many, many nights sleeping in the same room with his sisters. It has been very sweet and allowed for much sibling bonding. Lots of memories and late night giggles and story times. However, Ruby claims Mack talks and acts up til very late into the night. She also says as soon as he wakes up, he starts “whispering” their names to see who is also awake.  He also does NOT respect the girls’ privacy. And he has yet to understand the following: “Don’t walk around naked…especially when your sisters are upstairs.” And while I LOVE that he LOVES to be in the same room with them at night, let’s just face the facts—my kids spend a ton of time together. I don’t think it is too much, but it’s borderline too much. They need some space.  So we’re trying this whole, sleep-in-your-own-bed-at-night thing again. Hoping these superheroes will be enough to keep him in his own bed. (And I know I have had a lot of posts about the little man lately, so I will be sure to spotlight my darling daughters very soon!)      

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Remembering 1983

The other morning I was sitting with The Lord….I had been praying about some things on my mind and then I was sitting and listening and just being in the presence of The Lord.  And for some reason, I started picturing my Kindergarten Sunday School class.  Earlier in the week someone on Facebook posted a picture of my old church where I went in elementary school, Bayvale Baptist Church in Augusta, GA.  I had thought of Mrs. Dorn then, but for some reason here I was with the Lord bringing it to mind in my prayer time. I pictured the short hallway and the doorway to the room.  It was a large room.  I remember the kitchen play area.  I loved it over there.  Pretend refrigerator, stove, mixer, table and play food.  I remember vividly the art area where we would put on aprons and stand in front of a huge (to me as a Kindergartener) easel with paints galore.  These weren’t referred to as “stations,” as they are today.  This was just how she had the room set up because she knew and loved little children. One Sunday she had an overhead in the room and used it to project our face outline on the wall.  Then, she traced our faces and cut them out on black paper so we each had a silhouette of ourselves.  No doubt she told us how very special we were to be made […]

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