Wednesday, October 19, 2016

A Wednesday Hodgepodge

The other night, after having me pooh-pooh yet another family Halloween movie suggestion (due to frightening things in the reviews such as “mildly scary-looking creatures”), Mike threw up his hands and asked if we ought to just watch “Fluffy Bunny Fluffs Around”. Hahahah. That does sound more up my alley. . . . (And one mustn’t be too hard on me. Penny recently had a bit of a worrisome time going to sleep after having watched a Thomas the Train Halloween special. So . . . )

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Monday night, between a measly two children, we endured 18 bouts of throwing up. 18! I don’t even know quite how such a thing was possible. Makeshift beds were strewn about our room and nearly every 20 – 30 minutes we were up again – holding bowls, rubbing backs, washing hands. Penny was so dearly apologetic that I felt guilty for showing my exhausted distress. And Anders. Well. I’m sure he would have been apologetic, if he hadn’t been rather busy moaning about it being “the worst day of his life” and all (which, to be fair, it very well may have been – afterall, he’s only five . . . and that was a lot of throwing up). But we all seem well enough again. And besides, it might have been three children and 27 bouts of throw up. Or eight children, two adults and (let me do some math here) . . . 90 bouts? Oh goodness. That’s a ghastly thought!


I’ve always been touched by the story in the New Testament (Matthew 14 and Mark 6) where Jesus heads off to a lone place in hopes of finding a little solitude after just having heard of his cousin John’s beheading. I’m sure he would have liked a little time to mourn and process and pray. But the mulititudes desperately followed him, and, in seeing their shepherdless state, he had compassion on them and so, forgoing his own private time, he taught them and even fed them.

Today I read a blog friend’s comments on this event. She compared it to motherhood and talked about how often we might want/need a little time to ourselves to grieve or think or regenerate, but how, very often, we simply must continue on with caring for our families – through sickness and sorrow and frustration and exhaustion. She talked about how we are being like Christ in this – we are continuing to serve even when it feels hard and inconvenient.

I loved her thoughts so much! In fact, just the other day I escaped to the bathroom for a quick cry. I was feeling worried about one of my children and overwhelmed about several things, but that tiny moment of crying in the bathroom was all I could afford before needing to wipe my eyes, square my shoulders, and get back to making dinner, helping with homework, and picking up kids from activities. I’ve typically seen no glory or great selflessness in things like that. I’ve probably only felt a little self-pitying, but reading her blog post today made me feel . . . I don’t know . . . more noble I guess, like Heavenly Father is proud of me when I press on with the demands of being a mother and serve my family – even when I don’t feel up to the challenge and even when I’d prefer to just have a good cry. I felt like, in doing this, I’m being more like my Savior.


Lastly, I need to follow Abe around more often when he is completely preoccupied with other things. It is nearly impossible to get a picture of that kid these days, but I got several perfectly lovely ones while picking him up from bike practice and watching his race last week! Handsome boy. He ought to be eager to appear in more photos.


And a few other folks at the race:



Beautify Pacify said...

Your love for your kids shows through all your photos in such in dear, beautiful way!
Ah, some kids are hard to shoot, aren't they? :)
I smiled at the evocation of how hard you tried to find the right Halloween movie...I'm having the same trouble, and "Fluffy Bunny Fluffs Around” sure sounds like a good match(this is pretty much what my eldest daughter could have said!). Watching a video might sound fine, but going to bed is another story and if scary film it is, troubled night it is afterwards.
So sorry to hear about your bad night by the way, and glad that everyone's well again! It is during these moments that our strength is challenged, and I found myself in what you and your blogging friend wrote...It is sometimes so hard to keep going when all you need is indeed a good cry, or a good sleep, or a moment's silence. Sometimes you just can't find that moment to regenerate, can you? But you're a mother, and you keep going. Yes, there is a reason to be proud of that, because amidst all the tasks we have to do, the worries and the demands, you don't give up...Before being a mum, I didn't have a hint that I could sometimes be so determined, 'brave' or persistent; this has given a totally different meaning to my life and ever since my first kid was born, I truly understood that somehow it is uplifting and way more interesting to be devoted to someone else than just me!

Nancy said...

Love that Val: "it is uplifting and way more interesting to be devoted to someone else than just me!" My niece recently messaged me some thoughts about kids. She said how in a way they help force you to develop traits you might have wanted but maybe not have been pushed in any other way to develop. Like you said -- determination. Patience. Selflessness. Etc.

Marilyn said...

Hey...I would LOVE "Fluffy bunny fluffs around"!! If only someone would get around to making it. :) I can't tolerate anything scary either.

Beautiful, beautiful pictures, full of Fallishness. I love Mette's eyes and cheeks, and the spider pumpkins, and the red-on-red leaves. And beautiful Daisy (she looks older and lovelier every time I see her!). I LOVED that post by Montserrat too. Such a great insight, and I have thought of it many times this week. We are like Christ when everything is just...too much, too much! Noise, touching, talking, needing. And we want a rest. But we can't have one, yet. We BECOME like Him by continuing on. And I loved your thoughts on her thoughts, too! :)

I think 18 bouts of throwing up is some sort of record. I have never, never been through so many, even in all these years of young kids. You deserve a medal!

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