There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways....



Dear Son,

You came home from Kindergarten today and shared that other kids had fruit snacks for their snack.  The way you said this implied that I don’t love you as much as those mommies.  And I may have made a retaliatory type of reply in saying that their mommies don’t love them since fruit snacks are filled with sugar and chemicals.  I realize now that this reply was harsh.  Those kids’ mommies love them just like I love you.  But moms tend to show love in different ways.  So here are the ways that I like to show you I love you:

1.  Cooking healthy, homemade food--fruit snacks are only a hiking/skiing bribe in this 
     house buddy
2.  Not letting you wear holey jeans in public, or that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle 
     t-shirt with the hole in it
3.  Reading you 327 books a day (not really, but almost)
4.  Making you do flashcards to learn the sounds letters make, pure torture for all 
     parties involved. 
5.  Taking you to McDonald’s on occasion—no child should live without
     cheeseburgers and a playplace.
6.  Rubbing your back before bed
7.  Digging through the Lego bin to find that one critical piece for your Lego storm 
     trooper ship
8.  Not letting you pick your nose
9.  Teaching you to clean the toilet (although that’s really for your future wife)
10. Screaming, “FIRETRUCK” whenever and wherever we see one

So although I won’t be packing fruit snacks in your backpack anytime soon, you can rest assured that I will tirelessly show my love for you by performing the ten acts above and countless others.  I love you that much and more!  And if you negotiate really hard, I’m sure we could reach amicable terms for taking fruit snacks to school…..like the last day of school…..of your senior year:-)



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