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Happy Easter! He is risen!
May you feel the love in the sacrifice that Jesus made for all of us, today and always.
Remember that song from Sesame Street?
When I went into my bathroom last night to take out my contacts and wash my face, I saw something that seemed both out of place and right at home to me. Amongst all my face washes and astringents, contact case and cleaner, soaps and scrubs, right next to my jewelery box, was one of my sons’ little Army Men, just sitting, paused, ready for battle, should I engage him.
It made me giggle, not only because it was funny to me, but also because another friend posted on Facebook that very day about the trail of things her own kids leave behind.
A LOT of the things the kids leave behind in a trail get in the way and can be and are annoying – shoes not put back in their correct places, toys pulled out so that my house looks like a Toys R Us threw up in it, stickers that have lost their stick on shirts and skin, but for some reason stick really well to my wood floors, dried up drips of food and drink peppering that same floor, crumbs that would make Hansel and Gretel (my inspiration behind the name for my dog, Gretl – because I would name my dog after a girl who went to a candy house) proud, enough books to fill a library and a huge bookcase, but aren’t in that bookcase and instead are in every room on the floors, pages from books that Smalls has ripped out (we are working on respecting literature), little, tiny footprints from little, tiny, wet feet, fresh out of the bath, little things that should be chucked in the bin but aren’t because they are tiny, special, little treasures to my Bigs and Smalls. These are the things that are littering my floor. Does the OCD side of me want my china cabinet to have pristine, crystal clear, fingerprint-free glass? Yes. But the Mommy side of me always wants those little prints there, and on my front windows, and in the dirt on my truck. And all those things that have taken over my home… I will miss. When they aren’t there, I will want them back. I will look very fondly on these days. I want to keep those reminders of my two precious blessings, those memories forever.
So while I’d love to someday have a house that looks like it belongs on the pages of Southern Living, I’m going to tuck that dream away for a little while. For now, I’d love nothing more than a house that looks and feels like there are two very loved boys living and thriving inside of it.
Life is so very precious. Moments come and go so quickly. The days of having your small children at home are so short compared to a full life. I am going to enjoy them, embrace them, and welcome them.
Last night, my youngest son Smalls had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. He’s usually out within 20 minutes tops. Last night, it took him maybe an hour and a half. I am not sure what is ailing him, although he’s got a teeny weeny tooth coming in. It could be that. Or whatever else ails 20 month olds. He would be crying and whining, and I’d go in to check on him. The second I’d walk next to his crib, my hands resting on his chest, he’d stop crying. The second I’d leave, he’d start back up again. I finally decided to rock him in the 100 year old rocking chair my Grandmother’s Mom rocked her in. He clutched his Koko (a lovey) and his Baba (his word for “brother”, and a word he calls his blankie, the same kind his older brother has) tightly, and just stared into my eyes, our souls connected, as we sat in a comfortable silence. I smiled at him and he started giggling. We had a silly moment. I asked him if he was ready to be put back in bed and he said, “Rock!” (a word I didn’t even know he had in his vocabulary). It
filled overflowed my heart. After more rocking, I offered to put him back in bed and he agreed, “Bed!”. After I gently placed him in his crib and walked out, he starting crying again. We went through this several times until he tuckered himself out.
To be needed by your child is one of the greatest feelings, and to be able to fulfill your child’s needs is an even better feeling. My oldest son, who is almost 4, has never been a snuggler. I cherish the moments where he asks to be rocked because they are so few and far between. Although, he is not one to really need that lap time, I hope to alway be able to provide “Mama’s Lap” to him, no matter how old he is. And I hope my little one never stops needing to cuddle withe me.
I want to be there, not only emotionally, financially, and with general aid, but physically for my two precious boys. I want to always be able to provide that lap. And I strive to be a Biblical Mother and example to my sons.
My beautiful friend Corin is a blogger, a published author, and a great friend to me. She is also a busy, sweet Mommy to three kids. She just wrote a blog post titled, “A Place in Mama’s Lap”. My references to a “Mama’s Lap” are from her blog post. Please check out her blog and that post in particular. It really touched my heart, as do so many of her posts. It is so encouraging to me, as a Mother and as a woman.
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“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…”
– Alfred Tennyson
That’s a great goal, isn’t it? Just to be happy.
The stockings are put away, the gifts organized in their rightful spots (which they all have, obvi), the tree and its ornaments are all put away, the tinsel has been swept up. Christmas is over. As lovely as it was, I just love a fresh start. There is something so wonderful, so renewing about a New Year. I always get introspective around this time of year. I think back to how things have turned out, what I could have done differently, how I’ve grown as a person, how I can grow more.
We’ve been so busy since Christmas ended (us? busy? not us!!!). Bigs has been doing great on his “Woody Buzz” bike from Santa. It’s his first experience with a bike bike and he can ride it in a straight line with no deviation that doesn’t involve any steering or turning around all by himself (lol). Seriously though, I am very proud. It’s terribly cute!
It’s made even more cute with his Toy Story accessories and ever-present “Woody Buzz” boots.
And Smalls has been enjoying Bigs’ hand-me-down trike, riding it like a boss.
And I followed him around, “collecting” pictures of his glorious, golden, flouncy curls. I know those will be gone someday (probably the second I cut them, any chance of curl regrowth will be zero), so I am savoring and documenting those sweet, little, twirly coils.
We know what’s coming next. Those dreadful resolutions. I’ve mostly not stuck with the ones I’ve set out for myself. Like ever. Except MOSTLY I’ve made my bed every day. I think it makes the room look more put together. But sometimes I don’t even have time for that. As for other resolutions, I’ve even changed my tactic and changed the goals so that I don’t keep breaking the ones I know I’ll break. It seemed like that would work. But I’ve learned I’m just not cut out for resolution-keeping. At least I know myself.
With that said, here are my 2014 Resolutions (LOL):
1. To eat less of my own product and to share more. They must go hand in hand.
2. To be less stressed (Philippians 4:6-7).
3. To focus on the positive.
4. To get back to working out. <— I’ve seen that before!
5. To push myself to try new things (a new recipe [but, see #1], go somewhere new, take my kids to new experiences, thereby taking me out of my comfort zone, etc.)
6. To grow in my relationship with God and to continue to help foster that same relationship in my kids’ walk with Him.
7. To continue with my Daily Devotionals and referring to the Bible, which will be much easier with this adorbs Bible my husband got me for Christmas…Sprinkles on my Bible!
8. To always trust in God. For He alone has my path set out.
So. Good luck to me. And you. If you’re doing resolutions, of course. And if you aren’t, may you find great success with your old ways. That must mean they are working.
Do you have any New Year’s Eve or Day traditions?
As a kid growing up, my Mom would always make black eyed peas and greens (with ham hock) on New Year’s Day. She still does! It’s good luck, you know. Maybe this year, she’ll make extra and I can have some…Mom? Yes? 😉
Before kids, my husband and I were up until well past midnight. And after kids we were up until 12:00:01. And in recent years, I’ve had to be woken up to see the ball dropping. That will probably happen this year. I just can’t rally that late. And on NYE, Hubs and I always had a tradition to go to Perkin’s for dinner (I know I know… but don’t knock it until you try it though!!), but my husband’s job has required him to work until after our kids are in bed on NYE these past few years. So, now just me and the boys go to Perkin’s. And I love it. It’s a great way to end the year.
Maybe I’ll indulge in some Asti once they boys are sleeping. It’s my right.
Here’s to a very blessed, wonderful New Year!