Oh To Be In Their Minds For Just One Minute

I love to listen to my children play together. Tonight was no exception. As I cleared up the dishes from supper, I heard them chattering away in the boys’ bedroom.

Buddy (always in control): Okay, here’s how we’re going to play this. We are children, but our mommy is dead.

(I’m not sure I liked where this was heading.)

Bella: But our Gwamma is still yiving?

Bear: Grandma HAS to still be alive to take care of us.

(I think there’s hidden meaning in there somewhere considering how much their grandmothers have taken care of them recently.)

Aslan’s Growl (through the eyes of Julie)

One of my mom’s dear friends, Julie, has become a dear friend of mine as I have gotten older and crossed that strange boundary between parents’ friends and no longer being a child. Julie has an amazing penchant for writing, and every time I read her blog I am blown away by her insight and her heart.

An avid reader, Julie has a gift for pulling rich meaning from the words on pages both modern and from ages past. So today instead of writing myself, I’m pointing you to her words pulled from her readings of Prince Caspian, which will then point you to Christ.

Welcome To The Mess

mm1.jpg
It’s Metaphor Monday at One Thing, a blog I regularly read, so here’s my contribution.

On Friday night, B and I went out on a date. After putting the finishing touches on my outfit for the evening, I sat down next to Bella while she ate her supper. I watched as she relished each bite, smearing stuffing and veggies all over her face and hands. After a bit, my red-headed beauty turned her mush covered face toward me, stretched out her smeary hands and opened her arms in a hug.

“I yuv you, Mommy.” she belted with gusto.

Celebration Day: Part Deux

There is a contentedness to my bone weary exhaustion tonight. Perhaps it is because these children fill my heart to the brim. Add my hubby in and I’m overflowing.

It was not an ideal day, but it was still beautiful. There are three small children who have not had their mommy for 3 weeks. You can only imagine the detox that we underwent today. Fortunately, I was reminded by Guest Blogger Joe this morning not to have expectations of paradise, but to think realistically. I hate it when he’s right!

Celebration Day

She called at 2:45 this morning, waking in the night, “Daddy! Daddy!” Bri initially went to her, then I came down and took over, because I could. She cuddled right in to my arms and we rocked and rocked and rocked, and I wondered at the beautiful snugness of her. How big she has grown in just three weeks. Her little arms wrapping around me and patting my back in rhythm with our rocking. After a while, I put her back in her bed. “May you pwease sit next to me?” She whispered. So I did. Then I went back to bed and heard her 4 hours later calling, “Mommy! Mommy!” She knew it was the day.