Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Sad Here

Finding it difficult to think of anything but the families close by and in Oklahoma whose lives have been changed forever in the matter of minutes by the horrific storms.  I read words from a blogger friend a couple of weeks ago and have found myself thinking of them often.  The tragedies she spoke of were referring to ones concocted by deranged humans but the words still apply to the power of God's created nature.  Be encouraged and challenged by what she writes here.  Thank you, P, for sharing your thoughts.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Baseball, Ballet........and Mother's Day

 As every Mother's Day weekend should be, our days were full of family, baseball, secrets, friends, ballet and food.  I had the privilege of my mom {and my daddy} being in town for Mother's Day.  They agreed to come even with no room to offer them in our home!  I promised good food and a taxi service {actually, a baseball game and a ballet recital} so they made the trip.



Daddy has had picture taken like this for what, like 40 years?  My brother played recreation ball and then in high school, Daddy's first grandson is still playing in college and this one is just getting started--even though now he declares that God made him for football.... and as of last week, golf, 10 seconds after he saw a son on the RiverCrest course with his dad.





I was snapping pictures beside his coach who quickly recognized that Brighton KNEW he was on camera.  He finally just yelled at him and told him to "Smile for Momma!"


Love me some baseball pants.


We had a great season playing with 6 boys from the same school-- not our school-- but they welcomed Brighton as though they had known him since Kindergarten.  Now B is ready to switch schools.........only until I told him they went a whole 5 days a week..... to which he said, "No, I'm good."


So do you recognized the kid smiling?  He's the same ham in the picture above--- the coach's son who evidently knows all about the camera.

Saturday were the ballet recitals-- one at 2 and one at 6:30.  Margo Dean School of Ballet performed The Wizard of Oz and Julia's class were Munchkins.







This sweet group of gals came to watch.  What a blessing friends are.


Mrs. Hartwell, her school teacher, made the trip in to watch the performance.  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Wow, I know.

Again-- so blessed by friends and family









About 9pm on Saturday night, Brighton flipped out when he realized there was nothing for me FROM JUST HIM.  He wanted Jeff to take him somewhere RIGHT THEN.  Jeff got him up early Sunday morning and let B get a couple of things including the flowers above.  Here is the front of his card:



I was blessed with sweet cards, lovely flowers, many hugs and kisses, Blue Mesa brunch and a Mother's Day with my own mom.  Jeff, thank you for ALWAYS going above and beyond this day.  You place such great value on what God has called me to.  Thank you.

Thankful to celebrate this day but I also remember the days that I could not.  First thing Sunday morning, I thought of you, S and T.  I love you.  Always will.  More importantly, to you, I love Julia and Brighton with all I've got.  And I also thought of you ladies, who aren't mothers yet but so desperately want to be.  I pray God gives you the desires of your heart as you place your fragile hope in Him every moment.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Words for this Mother's Struggle {Thank you, Mr. Lewis.}


My friend Christe shared this on Facebook this morning-- and it organized my thoughts for me.

"God wants in us a child's heart, but a grown-up's head. He wants us to be simple, single-minded, affectionate, and teachable, as good children are; but He also wants every bit of intelligence we have to be alert at its job, and in first-class fighting trim." C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Write that one down somewhere.

This mother’s struggle--- to connect with my kids’ hearts in a way that speaks love to them while I use all that God has made me to be---  my personality, my strengths, my weaknesses, my education, my past, the many lessons learned, what’s stored in my heart, my mind.....  I think eradicating some things that stem from list would be helpful, even making parenting easier but I trust that He redeems and uses it all as the picture of Julia and Brighton ~and even myself~ come to focus.



Simple.  I don’t want to have a complicated life and by that, I think I mean a complicated schedule.  And honestly, it doesn’t take much for me for the calendar to seem tricky.  Saturday morning, Julia asked me what time was ballet rehearsal.  I think I was mopping {my least favorite house chore} and I told her when I thought it was but I’d check in a bit.  I never thought of it again.  I went out shopping for Mother’s Day gifts.  Julia remembered at some point and Jeff got her there..... late.  Oh, I had a myriad of things on my mind and been thrown a couple a couple of curve balls that landed later in the day, but I was not accomplishing much.  I guess I just shut down.  I don’t want “complicated” to be a word my kids use to describe their childhood.  Nor rushed.  Nor busy.  I prefer simple.  A very short list.  All going in one car.  Nights free.  Time to be with each other.  I should ask my kids what “simple” means to them.

Single- minded.   This reminds me of simple but I think how wonderful it would be if when I was dealing with the bad behavior of one child, I could be completely focused on the heart of that one child.  Single- minded about how my words and reactions will affect them.  Single- minded about the life lesson that can be learned here.  Instead, my mind is branched out like limbs into categories like:  wasted time, how many times have we gone over this, this interrupts what I was doing, who is that text from I hear dinging and  I can’t forget to return that email.  Not. Single. Minded.  But what a challenge!  Focus on the child.  Block the rest out knowing that your focus on the child and his heart is never wasted time.

Affectionate.  If you’ve ever heard of Dr. Gary Chapman’s Five Love Languages, you know this is one of them.  This one is not in my top 3.  I live with 3 people that it’s either their #1 or #2.  If you are an affectionate person, then, this is not big deal.  If you aren’t, you get my “Are you serious?!?” response.  I had to breathe a sigh of relief when I read that Ann Voskamp put on her “Mom Manifesto” to touch each child as many times as she feeds them.  She has a lot of kids so that’s a lot of touching but it reminded me that this affection doesn’t come naturally for everyone.  She put it on a list!  Oh, but my kids EAT IT UP!!  I’ve been more aware just recently as they have expressed verbally their desire for it and they do just....... can’t think of a better word.... BLOOM..... flourish under my hugs, rubs on the back, kisses, or even just a ruffle of the hair.  Brighton let me know he’d like me to touch him every time I walked by him.  In our close quarters right now, I walk by him a zillion times a day.  I can try.  Affection.  It does their hearts good.

Teachable.  Can we just eat that word?  Would that work?  Serve it up for dinner?  This quality is HIGH on my list.  Might just tie for the #1 spot.  Great things can happen to teachable children..... and teachable parents.  I’ve tried to seize these younger years making sure their concrete is chock full of life building stuff.  As the structure goes up from the foundation, I want them to always be learning, always be a student--- to have that heart that KNOWS it has far to go, but confident enough to live out what they’ve already been taught.  And when they OWN the life building process, that being teachable would mark their lives.  Our kids are ever changing and so should our parenting be.  We learn from the Word, mentors, books but most importantly by studying our children.  No one should know them better than we do.

Alert.  I love that Mr. Lewis uses the word “alert”.  Maybe because it reminds me of passages of the Bible that warn us to be on the look out for the evil one-- the stealer, the killer, the destroyer.  It usually says, “Be alert and of sober mind!”
Definition:  quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances
Synonyms:  vigilant - nimble - watchful - agile - wary - wakeful
Great words to describe parents.  This job doesn’t end and there are no true breaks right now, nor should there be, really.  The enemy knows how exhausted we are and how we do want to just escape or shut it all off for a while.  Fight it.  With all you’ve got.  We can’t shield them from everything but we can know what’s happening {watchful} and be there with them to help them if they need us.  Being alert means we will be engaged-- not allowing ourselves to be blindsided.

Simple
Single-minded
Affectionate
Teachable
Alert

I don’t have to tell you that we don’t have them long. The concrete is drying. And the Lord is our Helper.

I am pressing on with you.