Last Day of Westminster Preschool

Wow.  It's even hard to type that.  The last day of preschool?  How can that be?  My "baby" is not a baby anymore.  In a few short months he will be in the same school uniform that Matthew and Macy are wearing today.  His preschool had a Spring Sing to celebrate the end of the year.  It was a patriotic themed program and he had a great time.  We will certainly miss our friends and Miss Maria!

Mother's Day 2012

Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.  Proverbs 31:29

For Mother's Day, we loaded up the kids and headed to Millbrook.  I can't think of any place I'd rather be on this day.  Sondra and I enjoyed spending the day with Mama and watching Matt, Macy, Harris, and Ava play. 

It seems a little odd to me to only take one day to celebrate all the things Mama has done for me.  She is an amazing woman for sure.  Is she perfect?  No.  But she's the perfect Mama for me.

It's you Mama.

Yesterday as Harris and I drove around town doing our usual errands, he began a rather sweet line of questioning.  He began with this:

"Mama, when I'm grown up, do you think I'll be able to wear Matt's shoes?"  I smiled, realizing how big those shoes seemed to him and said, "I bet he'll let you wear them.  He likes to share with you. He loves you."  He hesitated a minute or two and then said, "Mama, when I'm grown and I'm the daddy, I will still like to do stuff with Matt like go fishing and play baseball."  At this point, I began to wonder what was bringing on all these thoughts.  I soon realized that this little brother loves his big brother so much that he can't imagine his life without Matt.

 I began to get emotional as I drove down the road and replied to Harris with this: "Harris, Matt will always be your brother.  Brothers have to stick together and help take care of each other.  And both of you have to help take care of Macy."  He continued the conversation with "Yeah, but I'll have my own wife and my own kids to take care of too.  How will I find the person I'm going to marry?"  I just laughed and reminded him that he was only 4 and had plenty of time to find someone to marry.  But I was careful to explain that "God has a wife already picked out for you and one day you will find someone that you really love and want to be with all the time.  Then you'll know that she's the one you want to marry."  To this he simply said "Oh that's easy.  It's you Mama."

At that moment I realized that I was this little person's world.  And he is mine.  As a mother with so many things pulling me in different directions, it's easy to lose sight of how much my little ones need me.  I am so thankful to have them and I am so thankful they have each other.

A Blessing in Disguise

I started this day grumpy.  I'm knee deep in studying for finals and Harris has been sick for three days.  I will admit that the thought of being stuck inside this house with him again today was more than I could take.  Harris has had diarrhea for three days.  For moms with active 4 year old boys, this is not a pleasant experience.  I rumbled to Scott about being tired of wiping his sore bottom, tired of rubbing Desitin on it while he screams, and mostly just plain T-I-R-E-D!

But as the morning progressed, my heart began to soften.  Somewhere around the 10th time our rocket ship blasted off, I realized what a joy it was to simply be with him.  We saved babies from alien attacks, he gave me a "haircut," we put puzzles together, we had snack after snack, and then we snuggled when it began to thunder.  Before we knew it, it was time to pick the other two Brownings up from carpool.

I wouldn't have changed this day for anything.  And I can't remember why I woke up so irritable.  I am blessed to have had this day with my sweet Harris.  His sickness was indeed a blessing in disguise and I am again overwhelmed by the way my Father provides exactly what I need at exactly the right moment.  And for the record, he hasn't been sick at all today.