Summer Lovin’

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Pretty soon…

I have a puppy named Roscoe P. Coltrain to hug.

There’s a nephew with x’s all over his face to mark the spot where my kisses will go.

There’s a Nana to shop with.

And, an Ahab to walk the beach with and talk to.

A brother to hug.

A sister-in-law to love.

Childhood friends to visit.

Sand to wiggle my toes in and sunrises to peek at.

Books are waiting to be devoured.

Oh. The. Books!

A lighthouse to ride over to.

There are snorkels calling our names.

Fins are flipping in anticipation.

Jetties are waiting to be hopped over and fished on.

Manatees are waiting to be spied.

I hear that even the Puffer fish are holding their breath for our arrival.

Summer lovin’ starts super soon around here!

What are your plans for the summer? And more importantly, what are you reading this summer?

Drinking It In

I consider, sometimes, those news segments about the housewife or soccer mom who confesses to being a closet alcoholic. I probably give it more thought than you can imagine.

And, do you know what I think about when these stories come to mind?

I think to myself that it’s really not so horrific.

Because, if I’m being honest, a segment very much like that could just as easily be about me. I am capable of going there.  Oh, how I am.

Thinking about my own decrepit state and knowing how wretched I can be, I know I do go there.

Just not with Alcohol.

But…for the Grace that follows me there.

He trails behind me, hemming me in so that if I start to weave and topple over, I suddenly find myself leaning upon Him.  Leaning in and leaning on and leaning toward, until I know no other way to move forward without Him.

Until I find that I need that.

That I need God.

I know – I know and I feel and I see - that the God Who Loves Me will always follow me there. He wraps my other addictions up until the only thing I see is Grace.  And He loves me so deeply, so intimately, that He knows where I’m headed long before the downward spiral is set in motion.

But He cherishes me so much, that even in that pit of despair, He will not leave me or forsake me in that place.

So, what keeps me from heading down into that dark place?

Promises.

Promises made more than two thousand years ago.

But that still stand today.

Oh, yes they do.

And these promises were made to me, about me, and with me in mind.

And you, too.

Did you know that?  Those promises were made for you, too.

Do you need some fresh hope to be waiting for you at the bottom of your pit?

Let Grace follow you there.

Please.

Drink this truth in:

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If you find yourself prone to wallowing, and I’m admitting to you that I am, wallow in thatAllow your heart to soak in the truth that you are not forgotten.

And that you are loved.

Not forgotten.

Loved.

Yes indeedy.

For When Your Child Doesn’t Fit In

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While we all have those parenting moments where we notice something a little quirky about our kids – not all of us have the privilege of anxiously wondering how much that quirk will hold them back socially. And then the day comes when it does.  And that cute little quirk becomes a massive elephant in the room of your child’s social life.  Others notice the quirk(s) and begin to act as if… As if your child couldn’t possibly be liked by very many people because she/he is different. As if they are already on the path to Outcast. As if they are not worth the effort.

And it cuts.

Deep.

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Even in Her Sleep

The child can do a number on me.  Not. Even. Kidding.

This Sweetgirl of mine, she’s a gem.  She sparkles in attitude, appearance, and demeanor (I had to look that last one up to make sure I was, indeed, proclaiming truth here.  I was.)  And it’s not just me who thinks this of her.  Others tell us, all the time, how mirthful she is; how joyful, how exuberant, how energetic, and how confident she is.  We agree. This five-year old girl will throw herself into life, full-force.

Even in her sleep, she knows how to make things interesting:

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But…

She is also incredibly strong-willed.

And tenacious in some not-so-fantastic ways.

We’re working on it.  Mama’s of strong-willed children everywhere will agree: it’s flat out exhausting just keeping up with these children.  Some days, it’s a constant game of mental chess, with me desperately trying to stay one step ahead of her. Prayer has been a lifeline here. When I can think straight to ask for it!

But the “win” in the end, for me, will come when she is able to harness all The Spunk for good.  She does it now, once in a blue moon, and it is a beauty to behold.  Her kindness, in sticking up for a friend, makes me want to weep.  Her ability to find the one person in the room who needs a laugh and present it, makes me smile big.  She is adept at spreading joy in moments that can be filled with great sadness with her very presence.  I love her so.

And I realize the importance of the job ahead, with her.

And I realize that I need back-up.

God.

Family.

Friends.

Because, when things go sideways – and they always do – I’m sometimes too stinkin’ exhausted to right that ship.

Or, the legs in the bed.

And so, even while she sleeps, I pray.

And I suspect I will for many decades to come.

Oh… yes indeedy!

Thank you, God, for letting us borrow this child for a time, here on earth.  Let us never take it for granted.  And help us at each stop along the way.  Please give us energy in spades and wisdom in plenty.  I do believe I’m gonna need it.

He Looks Like This

I could stay in my pajamas all The Live Long Day.  True story.  Ask Sweetman.  He will sigh and say, “Alas, it is true.”

He may also tell you that he will oh-so-delicately off up suggestions throughout the weekend mornings of good times to shower and get dressed.  “I’d like to offer to take the kids down into the basement so you can have a nice long shower. Now.”, and other such statements are known to be thrown about at 11:30 or 12:30 or 1:30 on a lazy Saturday.  And by now, many of you know that I’ve run into some trouble with not showering in the past. Right?

My Sweetgirl?  She is just like her daddy, apparently.

“What color are your eyes, Daddy?”, she innocently asked him yesterday.

“Blue-ish and green-ish.”, he told her.

Off she went.

When she came back an hour later, she had painstakingly drawn a family portrait.

Only, it was a family portrait that was missing a family member.

Me.

First, though, please see if you can figure out which one is Sweetman:

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Do you see him?  If not, he has some extra-large glasses you might should borrow.

Now, may I clarify a few things?

Sweetman does not, in fact, wear a pink feather boa; although, it would seem from this portrait that he does.  Also, while Sweetgirl actually got the, um… dimensions of his hair perfectly, the color is quite different.

I would next like to point out that Sweetboy does, indeed, have eyes, a nose, and a mouth.  Just not, apparently, in this family picture. Also, brother is almost 5 years older than sister and is therefore SO not smaller than her.  (She only wishes.)

Lastly, let’s discuss the missing member, shall we? I was not, as it turns out, fit to be drawn.  Why?

“You haven’t gotten dressed for the day yet, Mama!  I don’t know what clothes to draw on you.”

And that, perhaps, is the best reason to get showered and dressed before 2:00 p.m. that I’ve ever heard.

Oh, yes indeedy!

Children draw THE best family portraits!  Do you have one that sticks out in your mind?

A Little Late, But…

Better later than never, right?  I mean, we can’t ALL have our act together, now can we? I feel it’s my job and duty to lead the Vacation Picture Slackers in their turtle march toward productivity.

Enjoy some of my favorite “scenes” from our vacation and a Word to go with it.  Happy Sunday, friends!

 

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“From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the Lord is to be praised.”

Psalm 113:3

Have You Called Your Mother?

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The Nana and I have fought, and hard, for our relationship over these last 40 some-odd years.  It’s been worth it.

Where we are now?  It’s a good place.

There was a period of time, an altogether-too-long period of years, where my mama would be the last person I’d call for advice, comfort, or inspiration to carry on.   Is that a harsh thing for some of you mothers to read?  I’m sorry.  It is a true story.  One that, I hope, makes what I write next, about my mom, all the sweeter.

Ours is a relationship redemption story, if there ever was one.

Walking down that road of pending motherhood, I realized that all of these hopes and dreams that I had for my own sweet children, were tied up tightly with every fiber of my being. And that was a frightening revelation, a scary prospect, and a depressing way to behold the future of my children. Does that make sense to some of you? The thought overpowered me that, “I was only going to be able to do the best that I could with what I had.”

Sadness permeated my heart at that thought, followed by no small amount of resentment.  I didn’t feel like my mother had prepared me for this mighty job that I now had.

And, at that point in our relationship, I didn’t feel that I could or would ask her for her help. Nor did I think, for a moment, that she would have any constructive or encouraging words of wisdom to share.

Redemption sometimes comes unexpectedly. As I lay with my firstborn nursing him in the wee hours one morning, it dawned on me that my mama truly did do the very best that she could with what she had.

That brought a softening to my heart.  And, ultimately, opened the door to some Grand Scale Healing in our relationship.

Is it sunshine and unicorns now?

Nope.

It is progress.  And Love.  It’s a blooming friendship built on the hope of continued trust and a committment to slather on the grace whenever and wherever.  It’s all of these things, and so many more, wrapped up together to strengthen the fibers of my being.

And, hopefully, hers too.

Now?  I do ask her. All the time, it seems, I ask her what she thinks I should do, could I have handled this better, which outfit should I wear to this event. It’s almost like these last 8 years or so, we’ve been making up for lost time, cramming each interaction with as much mother-daughter love as it can possibly hold.

And I am deeply grateful.

My mother, The Nana, my mama?  She is a gift to me; a precious gift that truly does keep on giving, with each new day that we spend knowing that we are mother and her daughter.  This redeemed relationship is a gift from the God who sees; and isn’t afraid to reach right in and continue to draw us closer to one another, and to Him.

Dear Mama,

I love you.  I’m so glad you’re MY mom. 

Now, turn on your phone, you’re about to receive a call.

Love,

Pooh