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Today, #1 & 2 were helping me string some popcorn for one of our Christmas trees. #1 shot a dirty look in response to his sister's frustrated gaze. He sharply replied, "Quick looking at me that way." Her brilliant response, "I am not looking at you. It is me. Myself is bothering me." What a clever response. I will have to use that one sometime.
posted by terrible speller at 11:11 PM
I don't always make my kids clean up their tub toys. I love to start things, but I struggle with completing them. My voice is soft and hard to hear. I like to deep clean with a tooth brush but I hate putting things away. I love time alone. Music affects my moods and yes I listen to all the words in a song. My man is my best friend. His strength is incredible. I think my kids are the greatest kids on the face of the earth. Spam really annoys me. I love to wear eyeliner. I am an only child. I am controlling, self centered, analytical, emotional, & passionate and yes a terrible speller, but God is doing some REMARKABLE changes within me. I desire for God's glory to be known through out the entire earth. If I could wish for one thing, it would be to hear and see people all over the globe raising their hands and praising our Creator all at the same time.
4 Comments:
Stringing popcorn? Are you serious? What a WOMAN! I am freaking out here. I don't even know how. So, you don't have to worry about varmits and all? I'm serious...I just don't know. I want to do that one year. I am going to have to learn how to be simple! I love it! Next year...we'll string popcorn.
12:41 AM
This is lengthy for a comment, but I got it in my inbox and thought you and your homeschooling possy would value reading it. Makes me want to homeschool, sort of...:
The other day my daughter was struggling over a simple word... cow. This coming from a little girl whose been reading for quite some time now, I was a little frustrated. Was she kidding me? I informed her I was not going to tell her the word, but she had to sound it out herself. Then came the tears. "Just tell me Mama," she'd whine. I could see she was tired, hence not going to read another word or answer another question without a fight. So, I gave up. I told her we'd finish tomorrow. Maybe in the morning we could sound out that word.
This did not sit well with her. She began to whine and whine. If I'd just tell her, she'd be all right. The day just could not go on without me giving in... or so she thought.
Ok, now we're playing tug-of-war. Over what? Over "cow?" I told her how smart she was, how much I loved her, and how she would just have to sound it out for herself or wait until tomorrow for my help. End of discussion.
"Maybe I'm too smart for homeschool!" she cried. Well, to that, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Maybe you are. Maybe I do need to go ahead and enroll you down the street with the other kids!" The look on her face fell hard. She looked at the floor, tears streaming down her face. Then she turned those beautiful, wet, blue eyes up at me. Through deep breaths and loud sobs she said, "I want you to homeschool me because when I'm a mommy, I want to homeschool my kids, and I want to be like you! If you send me to school, how will I learn to be like you?"
My heart broke for her. I scooped her into my arms and held her close, reassuring her that I don't want to send her away and that I loved her.
I don't think I've ever been complimented like this before by anyone. How humbling was it to hear someone wants to be like me. And not just anyone, but someone who sees me grumpy, unshowered, sassy, and God knows what else! I still cannot believe she sees good in me when I struggle daily to see the beauty God sees.
Oh God help us to remember we're building a legacy, shaping not just our children's future, but the future of our nation as well. "Its amazing the difference one person can make in the life of a child." I heard that a lot when I was an education major. But when I think on it now, I would say, "A parent does more than make a difference in the life of a child; a parent MAKES the life of a child."
Just like our children look to us, I need to focus on Him, trying desperately to imitate Him. My prayer today is to be the bright light in my children's lives that points them to their Savior. Who doesn't want to be remembered as beautiful in the eyes of their children? I know I do.
"The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life,
and he who wins souls is wise."
Proverbs 11:30
Thank you,
~Jennifer - Oklahoma~
12:46 AM
Wow...brings back memories! Eric and Bree and I would string popcorn for our tree for years too. We always started out great...singing to some good Christmas music, munching on the popcorn, so much in the Christmas spirit...and then....the two kids would start smarting off to one another or me and sooner or later it was just me decorating the tree! LOL So much for the perfect family scene! Decorating the tree is time consuming and I think they just started getting bored. Looking back, what fun we had though! Enjoy them while they're little and want to help. I love and miss you all. KD
7:46 AM
i'm right there with ya #2! Sometimes myself is bothering me. I love that girl. Maybe she'll marry my son!
1:34 AM
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