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.

Monday, December 15, 2014

All I want for Christmas.....



I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree….

Yes, it seems Mariah Carey and I each have just one thing on our Christmas lists this year….A GIRL!   Well I can’t speak for Mariah, but that was my response when my husband asked what I wanted.  I don’t long for the girl I’ll never have too much, but his query came at a weak moment.   The boys had spent the afternoon setting up booby traps on the patio, then luring me outside with kisses and promises of dancing.  Of course the moment my foot crossed the threshold, I heard the scream, “Get her!” which set off the bombardment of stomp rockets and balls.  Most of me found this completely hilarious, and I continued my role as unsuspecting victim for a good thirty minutes.  But a little part of me wondered, “Why me?”  Why can’t I be out shopping and getting nails done, or having a tea party with my daughter?  And if I have to have boys, why can’t they worship me and smother me in kisses and spoiling?  Why, God, why? 

I keep reminding myself that God knows what I need.  He knows I can handle a 3-boy-brawl, boys peeing in public places, and bloody noses.  And from the little bit of drama I’ve experienced, He knows I have absolutely no tolerance and would probably put a drama queen daughter up for adoption.  So it’s all for the best….at least that’s what I tell myself as I plan my revenge….a booby trap to end all booby traps!
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