Monday, March 8, 2010

A word or two from Elizabeth

Quite often I am completely blown away by my kids...usually by the maturity and the "know-how" they possess. My daughter posted this drawing and poem on my "DREAM BIG" bulletin board. I thought it might be a good thing to share...mind you this is my 15 year-old daughter writing...

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, when the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit, rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, as everyone of us sometimes learns. Many a failure turns about, when she might have won had she stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow, you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out; the silver tint of the clouds of doubt. You never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems so far. So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit. It's when things seem worst that you must not quit. - Elizabeth

Today I hold on to my child's words...knowing that the wisdom she imparts today was partly gleaned from doing life together over the last 15 years. Just when I think I haven't done enough...they show that they get it. Thanks for the lesson Elizabeth, love Mom

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Bye Bye Bob

I went searching for a bandage this morning and found Barbie. Scooby. Dora (ok, those are really old). And my old fave: Bob the Tomato from Veggie Tales. But I couldn't find my secret stash of plain, old beige band-aids and came to find out...

E has been using them. Secretly. Sez she's too grown up for Bob and Barbie after all.

We've had an abundance of maturing exercises lately, between family, friends, body changes and the like. 1 Cor 13:11 says we're expected, when we're children, to act like children...but eventually the goal is to mature, putting our childish ways behind us.

Does this go for moms, too? Because I have been struggling to let go of the especially sweet childish stuff--the innocence, the lack of attitude (!!), the long times of make believe when anything can happen. I am blown away by the lovely young woman she is becoming...while I still recall middle-of-the-night feedings with lullabies playing softly.

(Wasn't that just last week??)

How do you adjust to the changing seasons of being a mom?