I've gotten through about half the list, so please be patient. My kids already think my laptop is permanently attached to me, so I'm having to
Thank you to those who have been so kind as to send pictures with your emails. Made my day!
I do believe we have enough topics now for us to discuss well into the next century! I'm just glad y'all know I'm just a regular mom out there trying to do my best.
Case in point: Earlier today, I took four kids on an hour-long car ride to drop two of them off for a fun weekend with my brother-in-law in the country. Did I mention it was supposed to be FUN?? They argued, corrected each other, and annoyed each other the ENTIRE trip, all the while my phone beeped with each new introduction and glowing comment I received on my blog. Yeah, keepin' me humble here.
(And yes, my husband works in the wireless industry, and my phone is next-to-free. I know, I know, I'm spoiled!)
I dropped two of them off, thinking I'd have a peaceful trip home, so I took the opportunity to call my friend Sherri. Just minutes into our deep, spiritual conversation (aren't they all?), all you-know-what broke loose behind me. There was fussing, crying, a toy went flying, and suddenly I was beside myself, on the phone at 70 mph. Sherri put up politely with my feeble attempts at rear-view mirror parenting for a few minutes, but finally I hung up and stopped the car at the side of the road.
I was ready to take immediate corrective action. I opened my door and stormed out. But as the 18-wheelers roared past me (and as my phone continued to beep-beep-beep!), I was horrified to realize Ruthie (3) had pulled her knees up and was tangled in her carseat straps at the ankles. She was
Sad to say, I've made quick judgments about my kids' behavior almost as often as I've overlooked their bad behavior while I was distracted (say, driving, talking on the phone, or, um, blogging?).
I'm still learning, still growing, and still asking my kids' forgiveness every day. Here I thought I'd be the one teaching them, but they are teaching ME. God rigs it this way, I'm certain, to keep me coming back to Him. His infinite plan (cell phones not withstanding) must have a VERY wide margin for error!
Thought this was appropriate, from CEOdad.com: