Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
"A sweet and obedient child will enroll a father or mother only in Parenting 101. If you are blessed with a child who tests your patience to the nth degree, you will be enrolled in Parenting 505. Rather than wonder what you might have done wrong in the premortal life to be so deserving, you might consider the more challenging child a blessing and opportunity to become more godlike yourself. With which child will your patience, long-suffering, and other Christlike virtues most likely be tested, developed, and refined? Could it be possible that you need this child as much as this child needs you? "
This talk has been on my mind frequently since it was given. Stinky has been a Parenting 505 kid this year in particular. Then I think about it more, and I don't know a single parent who doesn't feel like they're muddling their way through 505, even those whose children are adults now.
Most days, I feel so blessed that I get to be a mother, and specifically, Stinky and Rotten's mother. I watch our family and other families, see how their dynamics work, and I think about how they work with the personalities their children came with, and how each child seems to be so perfectly placed within their families- I don't know how anyone can fail to see a Divine Hand in that.
When I think about the way that my boys have shaped me- like putting a rock through a tumbler, polishing me by rolling me around in a mess of sometimes abrasive circumstances- I know that they were meant to be our children, and WBH and I meant to be their parents. I reject the idea that our family is mere coincidence. The gravity of knowing that makes the responsibility that much more fantastic and real to me.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Plop them face up (sunny side up?) in the batter, then bake.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I have to admit, those plastic easter eggs make me a little bonkers. They're great for Easter egg hunts, but then they're all over, you step on them, and they're not especially attractive. Fortunately, this week I managed to turn some of them into something a little nicer looking.
You'll also want a baby wipe on hand to wipe the glue from your fingers.
Monday, April 18, 2011
This morning, I woke before Stinky- got dressed, put on music, had his breakfast on the table and ready to go. He woke and came downstairs. As is his nature, he couldn't hold still once he heard music. I scooped him up and we danced in the kitchen. The words stood out to me, and as many songs often do, took on a greater meaning when heard as a mother. In the Queen song, I found my job description as mother to my boys.
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you, to help me forgive
Oh, you're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
I'm happy (happy at home)
You're my best friend
So we danced the song out. He sat to eat, and I kept moving with my morning tasks, but it stuck in my mind. It is my job to teach him, to discipline him, to prepare him - but it's also my job to protect him, to be a safe place he can come to. It's funny, the places the answers to our prayers come from, isn't it?
I hope your week is off to the same great start mine is. The sun is shining, and we're going to prepare eggs for mailing today. Happy Monday!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Quentin L. Cook