"Once upon a time, a long, long, time ago... There was a bull and a bad guy. The bull wanted the bad guy to ride him. The bad guy didn't want to. Then a wolf came by...well (big breath)...he huffed and puffeded and the brick house didn't fall down. The end."
"Once upon a time, a long, long time ago...There was a bad guy and a good guy. The bad guy hurted the good guy and the good guy slic... (mom raises her eyebrows)...well...the good guy screameded and the bad guy never was seen again. The end."
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Family
I have been blessed with a large family on my Father's side. My father comes from a family of 11; he has four sisters and two brothers who are still living. He has lost three brothers. Which means, I have four Aunts and two Uncles who are living and they have been a strong influence on me. All of them have been married for many years and have spouses that I love so much. Their spouses bring my total of Aunts and Uncles to 5 Aunts and 6 Uncles. These 11 people are my living history. They are who I look forward to seeing every summer. They are who held me as a baby, watched with love as I grew, and who hold my children now. I love them more than words could ever explain.
This Saturday, I learned that one of my Uncles is very sick. He is in ICU and is hardly breathing. Grief has begun to hit me in waves. I know that I've come to the age where I have to watch my family leave us. That is a hard, painful thought to wrap my mind and heart around - my soul understands. Uncle Bobby was not a believer for many years. My Aunt Francis went to church regardless and then one day, not too long ago, Uncle Bobby started going with her. So, my soul understands that he'll be okay...actually a lot better than okay. It is just so hard to think though, that I'll most likely never see my Uncle until Heaven.
This Saturday, I learned that one of my Uncles is very sick. He is in ICU and is hardly breathing. Grief has begun to hit me in waves. I know that I've come to the age where I have to watch my family leave us. That is a hard, painful thought to wrap my mind and heart around - my soul understands. Uncle Bobby was not a believer for many years. My Aunt Francis went to church regardless and then one day, not too long ago, Uncle Bobby started going with her. So, my soul understands that he'll be okay...actually a lot better than okay. It is just so hard to think though, that I'll most likely never see my Uncle until Heaven.
Friday, April 9, 2010
What a tease.
Shame on you Spring. SHAME. Why must you give us beautiful weather in which we got to wear shorts, and then freeze us out. You are a fickle, mean season. Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but seriously, did you *have* to let small hail fall this morning? You made my Johnny Rottens very sad.
Oh, and do you know what happens to my household when two small boys are forced to stay inside? If you did, you would never have made it so cold and dreary. So please, please, please, let there be sunshine on Sunday for J's day. I am begging of you. I even planted flowers to help you look better around here. I'm trying here, lady.
Oh, and do you know what happens to my household when two small boys are forced to stay inside? If you did, you would never have made it so cold and dreary. So please, please, please, let there be sunshine on Sunday for J's day. I am begging of you. I even planted flowers to help you look better around here. I'm trying here, lady.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Breaking the cycle.
J and I both came from broken homes. They were broken in many senses. We both dealt with things that no child should have. We both had things to deal with as we got older, yet through it all, we were watched over.
In high school, we did an exercise in which we made a list of what we wanted our future spouses to be like. Years later, God showed me that person. We both were and still are not perfect, but our broken selves fit together. We are breaking the cycle. I am so thankful knowing that our babies are being raised in a home of love, comfort, and safety. I am so thankful that they have a chance to be children. I am so thankful that the boys have J to teach them. I am humbled by God's work in our lives.
As a mother I know that I can only do so much. I know that right now we are setting the foundation for how our boys will be as men. There is a large part of me that is excited to see who they will be and where they will go. There is another part of me that is scared to let my babies go. I know they will feel pain. I know they will feel scared. I know they will feel confused. There is nothing I can do to keep them from those things. All my mommy powers in the world cannot protect them from everything, but God will always be by their side. He will always hold them in the hollow of his hand.
God let his son come to our world knowing that people would hate him. He knew that people would mock and spit on his son. He knew that his son would be put through unimaginable pain for people who refuse to even acknowledge him. People who rather live a life now just as they want instead of living a live forever more beautiful than we can imagine. He knew all of this and let him come to us because of love. He let Jesus come to us because while temporarily losing his one son, he gained all of us. I could not do it. I could not watch my child suffer pain while people mocked him and ignored him for fleeting pleasures. I do know that God understands what my heart feels for our children because He went through so much worse than we ever will as parents. So, as I watch our boys grow in a house that is a home I am forever indebted to God for breaking the cycle.
In high school, we did an exercise in which we made a list of what we wanted our future spouses to be like. Years later, God showed me that person. We both were and still are not perfect, but our broken selves fit together. We are breaking the cycle. I am so thankful knowing that our babies are being raised in a home of love, comfort, and safety. I am so thankful that they have a chance to be children. I am so thankful that the boys have J to teach them. I am humbled by God's work in our lives.
As a mother I know that I can only do so much. I know that right now we are setting the foundation for how our boys will be as men. There is a large part of me that is excited to see who they will be and where they will go. There is another part of me that is scared to let my babies go. I know they will feel pain. I know they will feel scared. I know they will feel confused. There is nothing I can do to keep them from those things. All my mommy powers in the world cannot protect them from everything, but God will always be by their side. He will always hold them in the hollow of his hand.
God let his son come to our world knowing that people would hate him. He knew that people would mock and spit on his son. He knew that his son would be put through unimaginable pain for people who refuse to even acknowledge him. People who rather live a life now just as they want instead of living a live forever more beautiful than we can imagine. He knew all of this and let him come to us because of love. He let Jesus come to us because while temporarily losing his one son, he gained all of us. I could not do it. I could not watch my child suffer pain while people mocked him and ignored him for fleeting pleasures. I do know that God understands what my heart feels for our children because He went through so much worse than we ever will as parents. So, as I watch our boys grow in a house that is a home I am forever indebted to God for breaking the cycle.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Pigs
They are deceptively small when laying down in their house.
Then they come out at feeding time and...oh my.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Powerful
The rebirth that the Earth goes through each year never ceases to amaze me. I love finding little flower buds peaking out of the ground, and seeing the animals wake up.
We have a little pond down the road from the house, and the every year Mr. and Mrs. Goose come to have their babies. The Johnny Rottens and I stopped the other day and got to see her sitting on her nest. All of a sudden, two geese landed in the pond and Mrs. Goose started honking like crazy. Mr.Goose came flying over the trees, landed in the pond, chased the intruders off, and then swam right over to her as they honked to each other. It was so sweet to see their love. After the babies are born and ready to move, they will parade them down our road and walk them into our neighbor's backyard.
I'm so glad that they boys are at the age they are at. This summer is going to be great. :D
We have a little pond down the road from the house, and the every year Mr. and Mrs. Goose come to have their babies. The Johnny Rottens and I stopped the other day and got to see her sitting on her nest. All of a sudden, two geese landed in the pond and Mrs. Goose started honking like crazy. Mr.Goose came flying over the trees, landed in the pond, chased the intruders off, and then swam right over to her as they honked to each other. It was so sweet to see their love. After the babies are born and ready to move, they will parade them down our road and walk them into our neighbor's backyard.
I'm so glad that they boys are at the age they are at. This summer is going to be great. :D
Thursday, April 1, 2010
My estrogen is showing...
I
DO
NOT
KNOW
HOW
TO
PEE
ON
A
TREE.
HELP.
Seriously. How does one teach something like that?
DO
NOT
KNOW
HOW
TO
PEE
ON
A
TREE.
HELP.
Seriously. How does one teach something like that?
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