The Little things....

I yelled at Grace the other day. It wasnt just any old day either it was a very important day for her. It was her Elementary Graduation Day. She was complaining to me because we were having something detestable for supper. (well to her at least) I can't stand it when my kids whine and she was whining. All day my kids had been whining. "I cant find my pants", or "why dont we have any kool aid made". "We never have anything gooooood to eat" BLAH, BLAH BLAH!! I had had it, I yelled at her "how do you think stuff gets done around here? do you think the food fairy comes and buys food, or the sock fairy washes your socks and puts them in your drawer?" "NOBODY thinks about all the little stuff that needs to be done around here" (now this was not all directed at poor Grace she just happened to provide the last straw) I walked around the house for a good 10 minutes yelling about how no one appreciates me. How my kids think things should be handed to them. How there are a million things I do around the house that goes unnoticed. And what would happen if I just disappeared one day, what would they do then Huh?

Well of course I apologized later as I was tucking her in. Explained to her that I just feel "used" sometimes and I want them to be more appreciative sometimes but that I had no right to take it out on her.

Today I was thinking, isn't this what we do to God everyday. We forget all the little things He does for us. We concentrate on the big things we have asked for and forget that everyday when we wake up we should thank Him for another day, another breath, the sun, our family, our home, our job, everything. Everything we have He has provided. But we just take for granted that it should be there when we need it.

Be thankful everyday.

Thank you God for....

Mary Paiges sugar, it is soooo good
For when Grace plays with my hair
The fact that Abby is smarter than me
Allowing me to have a husband that makes me laugh
Giving me friends that I can share my truest feelings with
Giving me my father for 16 years
Bringing my brother closer to me
My mother who is my best friend
Thank you God for Your Son Jesus
Amen

Sleeping Angels

A sweet angel is asleep in my lap. At least that is what I think of her when she is laying here asleep all angelic looking. We were walking tonight and she was looking up to the sky and saying "momma is that where Jesus lives?" I said well yes Mary Paige Jesus lives in heaven. I asked her "Mary Paige who else do we know that lives in heaven?" She said "Gwanny Vaughn, Aunt Wachel and PawPaw Homer?" She said "Aunt Wachel died on a Sunday when it was dark." (dont know if this is true or how she would know that, but I agreed) I said "all those people are in heaven waiting on us to go to heaven one day." She said "But I dont want to die mommy" and I told her she would be Very Very old when she went to heaven. She seemed happy with that response and went about changing the subject. She is too funny. I wish my dad had been around to see her grow. I think he would get great joy out of watching her. And of watching me.

Abby is asleep on the couch beside me. She also looks so sweet laying there. This weekend we bought a new bathing suit for the summer. For those of you that know about Abby and her clothes issues this was a big step. But we finally got 2. I actually talked her into getting 2 pc. They are both too stinkin cute on her. I told her if I had her body( 5'7 about 110lbs.) I would wear bathing suits everywhere. She thinks I am retarded.

Grace is asleep in her own bed. I cant see her but I can tell you without looking that she is beautiful when she sleeps. Her cheeks are sun-kissed from swimming today and she tans naturally so she already looks like a tropicana model. She on the other hand would let me buy her 50 bathing suits and wear a different one every day.

My 3 angelic sleeping kids, oh how I love them when they are asleep.

Seriously! Where does the Time Go?

Mary Paige just finished her 1st year of Preschool. Tuesday was her end of the year party. I video taped her singing their blessing. I think it is sideways but it is too cute to miss.

From the mouth of Babes...... Mary Paige you make mommy proud. I pray you always thank God for your many blessings. We are so lucky.

I'm Just Sayin is All

Thats right I got some BEAUTIFUL Girls!!!!!!

Numbers

7 number of sippy cups Mary Paige dirtied up today

2.5 number of hours of Sponge Bob Square Pants I watched toady

347 number of times Mary Paige said "mommy"

2 number of times abby texted me to come get her at school cause she "felt bad"

5 Number of times Grace asked me to go to Target even though she was home sick

2 number of times I cried today

4 number of times I prayed today

13 number of couples I had in my Childbirth Class tonight

4 number of cookies I ate today

647 number of times I have told Mary Paige to lay down since I got home at 9:30

I love my life!

How Quickly We Forget

Recently I read a book about a women who had 5 kids. In the book she talked about how when you have children you mark all of their first. The first words, first time they walk, first day of school, their first date and so on. But what we forget to mark are their lasts. The last time you hold them in your arms as you nurse them, or the last time they want to hug you before they get out of the car at school or the last time they sleep in their beds before moving off to college.

When you have a child who is ill and you dont know the outcome you tell yourself that when, not if, but when they get better you will do everything they want. You promise to read to them, to play outside with them (even when you just want to lay on the couch). You say you will be there for everything, every moment and be the best mom you ever.

Then everything turns out fine. You fall back into the same routine as before. You become complacent. "Firsts" pass you by and some "lasts" are missed too. The next thing you know you turn around and their all older. You're older.

Today Grace came home from school because she threw up. Of course I go into my usual panic mode. "does your tummy hurt?", "Did you throw up more than once?", "Does your head hurt?", "Are you sure your tummy hurts?" All because it never goes away. "That Fear", that fear that you will be called on all your promises to do things better and you won't have lived up to them.The fear that you will miss more "Firsts" and "Lasts".

We are blessed by God with children. Some are given to us for only a short time. Some will out live us. We should take every moment and cherish it. Soak it all in. Love every minute of it. Now I am not gonna lie and say I LOVE every minute. Being a mom is the toughest job in the world. One minute I love them sooooo much, the next I want to send them to live with a Grandparent.
And it never ends. The worry, the fear, the constant juggling of hugs and kisses with time out and pops on the leg.
Some "Lasts" that have come this year:
-Grace's last first day of elementary school
-Abby's last day as a non-teenager
- The last time Mary Paige wore her red sparkly shoes that she wore so much the
sparkles wore off the toes

Tonight I "re" pledge my committment to do more. To be a better mom. To not miss anymore
"Firsts" or "Lasts". To say yes more, but to love them enough to say no sometimes too.

I Love you Girls.

Mommy