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March 26th, 2009
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Anger Deflated
November 14th, 2008
The other night at dinnertime, the kids and I were eating by ourselves because Chris was running late.
My patience was running low, as it typically does at that time of day, especially when there is no Daddy-relief in sight. I was irritated, frustrated. I just wanted relief and I wanted it now.
You know what that feels like some days, don’t you?
I was fussing at G to sit down for the 1,029th time and then yelled at him to “Sit down now!”
He looked at me and said in this quiet voice, “Don’t tell me to sit down.”
And I looked at him, surely with shock and anger and frustration at the backtalk from a 3-year-olds mouth, and said something like, “Yes, you will listen to me, I’m MOMMY.”
And he smiles and excitedly says, “I’m Gabriel!”
All the hot air totally went out of my balloon. Deflated.
No more anger, too much surprise. It was one of those moments where I had to struggle so hard to not laugh in his presence because I was supposed to be disciplining him.
I had to smile inside. Or I probably turned away quickly and smiled! I have found that in my motherhood journey, and most certainly when I was going through postpartum depression, God (through my children) sends sweet reminders and comic relief to ease that burden and release the pressure valve, so to speak. My eyes and ears and heart are opened to how cute they are, how funny they are, how precious they are - and how needed those reminder are to me.
The Holy Spirit knows exactly what we need, when we need it and His timing is always perfect. Trust Him. Look for those God-moments that are precious, the ones intended to release the pressure and remind us He is there and our children are incredible.
He has not forgotten you and He loves to see you smile.
The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love, He will rejoice over you with singing. -Zephaniah 3:17
It Is Ok When…
February 9th, 2008
…you plan to load the dishwasher, run it, empty it, and continually load it throughout the day to keep the sink dish free – and your sink ends up loaded with every dish in the house instead.
…you plan to cook dinner after working hard on a week-long menu, only to have the day not go as planned and end up with fish sticks and french fries all-around.
…you plan to get the laundry done then keep it done as the appropriate baskets get full, but instead the piles on the floor in your bedroom merely grow and migrate to new piles all week long.
…you plan to feed your children nutritious snacks, but once again Cheerios rule.
…you plan to be the perfect mom, but once again you miss the mark.
Really. It is OK.
You are not perfect. You were not meant to be. It is ok when your perfect plans do not happen, I promise. Just pat yourself on the back for getting through today one step at a time, ok?
Grocery Shopping
January 30th, 2008
My dad forwarded me this email joke, but I found oddly relate-able (I can’t spell that word today for some reason 
) when I have been in the grocery store with my child in the midst of my PPD. So, how many times have you talked to yourself with this mantra, hmmmm? **I’m raising my hand really high**
AN OLD MAN WAS GROCERY SHOPPING WITH HIS GRANDSON. THE TODDLER WAS CRYING, AND AT TIMES, SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.
AS THE OLD GENTLEMAN WALKED UP AND DOWN THE AISLES, PEOPLE COULD HEAR HIM SPEAKING IN A SOFT VOICE…
“WE ARE ALMOST DONE, ALBERT…TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT… LIFE WILL GET BETTER, ALBERT…”
AS HE APPROACHED THE CHECKOUT STAND, HE CAREFULLY BRUSHED THE TODDLER’S TEARS FROM HIS EYES AND SAID AGAIN, “TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT… WE WILL BE HOME SOON, ALBERT…”
AS HE WAS PAYING THE CASHIER, THE TODDLER CONTINUED TO CRY AS A YOUNG WOMAN IN LINE BEHIND HIM SAID, “SIR, I THINK IT IS WONDERFUL HOW SWEET YOU ARE BEING TO YOUR LITTLE ALBERT.”
THE OLD GENTLEMAN BLINKED HIS EYES A COUPLE OF TIMES BEFORE SAYING:
“MY GRANDSON’S NAME IS JOHN…….. I’M ALBERT………. “