We are driving home after dropping the kids to school when Anders begins to cry over the bright sun streaming directly into his eyes. “Mom,” he whines. “It’s too bright. Will you turn the sun off?”
“Anders,” Jesse cuts in. “The sun doesn’t have a switch. It’s not made of gears and things. It’s just made of fire . . . and plastic and stuff.”
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“Mom?” Penny asks me. “Can we make it so some music is on . . . like outside? In our front yard? And then we could put a can or somethin’ in front of me, and I can dance and people can stop and put money in it?”
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The girls have just attended a scouting court of honor with Abe. When they return I teasingly ask them if they got dessert at the end to make the experience worth it.
Before they can answer, Abe inserts some remark hinting that they got more than their fair share of dessert.
It was an innocent enough comment, but, in a flash, the girls are shouting and denying and defending.
Mike wanders by and mumbles some version of Proverbs 28:1 “The wicked flee when no man pursueth.” The kids have no idea what he is talking about, but it makes me laugh. Loudly.
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I have just put Anders and Jesse in the tub for a morning bath when I hear a heart felt plea go up to the heavens from Jesse’s lips, “Dear Heavenly Father, please help Anders not to go peeps in the tub.”
I suppose that’s as legitimate of a request as any.
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The “M” and shark were sewn, respectively by Goldie and Daisy. The “M”, of course, is for “mom”. Penny is playing with a neighbor who, with her blonde, straight hair may as well be one of my own children. Also, Penny reads to her younger brothers. A lot. On couches. In laundry baskets. Snuggled in beds. How did I ever manage small children when there were no older children to do all the things a good mom does . . . for me??
2 comments:
That is indeed a worthy prayer. :D
Hey! So, I found you just by accident, but I think you and I are meant to be friends. Is that a weird thing to say? :) I loved this post so much: http://nancyaah.blogspot.com/2013/07/shameless-and-4th-of-july-weekend.html
and felt that it expressed my own feelings so well. Like you, I have six little kids (although I guess you're expecting again, hooray!) and here are their names: Abraham (Abe), Sebastian (Seb), Malachi (Ky), Daisy, Juniper (Junie), Marigold (Goldie). Crazy huh? We must be kindred spirits. :) anyway, thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences. I've been going through reading your old posts and having a grand time. What a beautiful record of your lives you've created here! Thank you.
Oh, and you can find us at light-in-leaves.blogspot.com if you want :)
--Marilyn
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