- Between keeping them humble and filling their confidence
- Between getting them to practice in order to build skill and instilling enough confidence for them to go out and get in the game.
- Between loving their "good morning wake up" and loathing them for the inability to sleep in (for the last 12 years....)
- It's a fine line between filling them with wholesome food and just getting through a mealtime without complaint
- For the gratitude of never having a too quiet house and the over stimulation of having a house that is never quiet.
- It's a fine line between protecting their hearts and allowing them to learn a life lesson.
- Between clothing them enough to not look homeless and the pretentious label-snob.
- Between waiting the course and calling the Dr. when illness strikes
- Between wanting to give them the world and making them earn it.
- Between me-time and us-time
- Between gleaning wisdom from mentors and blazing your I own path
- Between laundry and play
- Between sanity and insanity
- Between pride and humility
- Between thankfulness and ringyourneckness.
- It's a fine line between holding them in the moment, and pushing them into the next...
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
427. Advancing to the next phase in Phase 10 while everyone stays behind.
428. Loosing the speck in the eye. Literally.
429. Kids who choose the right option- even when they don't know anyone is watching.
430. A looooong hot shower.
431. Willing hearts and able hands. All in the name of church community
432. A little one who loves to brush her teeth
433. Loving the other parents on the baseball sidelines.
434. Reconnecting with old friends- and you pick up right where you left off.
435. Kids that understand the need to keep their committments- even when they're not super excited about it. And finding something good about it all.
436. A husband who can do mechanical work.
437. Coffee shared with sweet friends.
438. Cuddles with the dog.
439. A full nights sleep
440. The crockpot during our busy season
441. The perfect fit.
442. The pastor who chooses to stay.
443. Easy bedtime routines
444. The perfect MOPS speaker.
445. The humbled feeling in my heart when I was called wise.
446. James 3:13-18
Saturday, April 23, 2016
So, we are in this season of spring.
Manic May seems to have arrived early. At least the manic part of it anyway.
A few nights ago, I was headed out to reconnect with my friend. Before I met with her, I had to drop A-dubya off at baseball practice. I looped back past our street on my way out .
The church behind us faces this main street. They have beautiful expansive lawns. While driving by, I saw a man and a little girl in their front lawn trying to fly a kite. The dad looked so patient and gentle with his little girl in her pink ballcap. The sight melted my heart.
As I drove closer, I was able to get a better look of this sweet scene. And I realized:
That was my husband
With our little girl.
And my heart nearly exploded.
I didn't snap a picture because I was driving, but I did take a mental picture and humbly asked God to make this a sticky memory- one that I won't ever forget.
Later, that night Dave sent me this:
Thursday, February 25, 2016
World-shifting requires some adjustment,
So, that's what we've been up to. Things are leveling out now, so I'm hopeful that I will get back to my regularly scheduled self-deprecating humor outlet....no promises. :)
So, in pure PMD style, I'm going to give you a sweet little list of lessons learned or things I'm thankful for over the past year:
This kid has the ability to read people and actions VERY well. He once asked me to send a text message to someone, and after a week of no reply, I had to tell him that there was a "no-text back." His response?
"Mom, I think the no-text-back is just a coward's way to not handle uncomfortable situations and feelings."
amazing. Not to mention healing. Having a group of men that my introverted-husband can connect with quickly has been nothing short of God-inspired. I knew my husband was missing the fellowship of our old small group, and this group has filled the hole. We've enjoyed spending big holidays with them, and look forward to a lifetime of fun and friendship.
Last weekend, I went back to our old school. For a basketball game that was being played there- to support a few of the kids playing and the coach (who is part of our new tribe). Dave pulled out of going with only an hour to spare. I went solo because I couldn't let the kids down. I was nervous, and almost couldn't walk in the door. After lots of shaking and a few tears, I ended up enjoying the night. I enjoyed a few conversations with old friends who came over to extend a hug in hospitality.
I was afraid that I would end up in the pit of "insignificant collateral damage" again, but I still found myself free from that. It was healing. I sat and took it all in...the place, the gym, the bathrooms, the lobby.
I akin it to being away at college and going home for a weekend. The place you grew up is no longer feeling like home...somewhere else - somepersons-else- feel like home. That realization has shown me just how far I've come. How God has been with me, next to me, under me, this whole time.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
2. I can get a neck injury in my sleep. I.am.old.
3. When a toddler starts singing "I'm cleaning the bathroom, the bathroom, the bathroom....." Run. Fast. Bring lots of towels.
4. Wisdom comes in the least likely of places. "If the only purpose you have is to serve yourself, then you have no purpose.". This quote came from Paul Blart; Mall Cop #2. Clearly, I underestimated Paul Blart's heart.
5. Cold medicines that do not contain pseudoephedrine are pseudo-effective.
6. Coffee dates with new friends are super fun, but paying attention to table choice is advised with a toddler who has a overactive bladder.
7. Dang, almond paste is expensive.
8. You Tube had a ton of helpful tutorials. (I was aware of this already, but sometimes find myself amazed at just how much is out there.)
9. With enough phlegm and congestion, I can sound like Kathleen Turner.
10. Hats cover a myriad of hair woes. I need to invest in more hats.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Dave and I do not get out for one date every fall. We are totally a couple who are always socially active, and have the need to be seen everywhere. We would never combine our anniversary (September) and my birthday (October) AND his birthday (November) into one date. Not us! We are a pampered couple, and must have a date night at least once a week in order to feel connected. We always have an unlimited monthly budget for babysitters and social activities. And on that once-every-fall-date, we would NEVER combine it with parent/teacher conferences. Nope! Not us! We are not so cheap that we would only want to pay a sitter for one night rather than two. Heck no! And on this once-a-fall-date, I would not have stumbled on our way into the restaurant rendering my left foot immobile. Not me! I am always graceful, and would never struggle to stand upright on our once-a-fall date! Nothing says "sexy date night" like curriculum questions and a good solid limp.
I am always the epitome of planning ahead, and would never have to quick run to the grocery store when expecting a friend over within the hour. Nope! Not me! I always do all my shopping once a week after combing over our calendar and planning everything down to the most minute detail. And on the took-too-long-shopping-trip that never happened, I did not do the unthinkable and lock my toddler in the car with my keys. I would not have accidentally hit the "lock" button on the toggle while strapping her in the car seat. I would never close all the doors to the car before taking the cart to the back of the van to load our groceries. I would never yell through the window asking BabyL. to wiggle out of her seat only for her to realize she was strapped in too tight and start crying. I did not have to call my friend and ask her to go to my house to retrieve our back up toggle to unlock my doors. Nope! Not me! I am a fantastic hostess, and am always ready for my guests, and would never inconvenience my guests to help me and my distressed toddler. The following picture was never taken: (side note: thanks, Mel!)