Sweet Words

It seems somedays all that comes out of my two-year old is quotations from Dora the Explorer, the infamous "No!", or something else she has made up. Today was very special. Especially for me.

It all began two years ago when we would tell Natalie we loved her every night before she went to bed. We would also tell her we loved her at different times of the day. Here lately she has been telling us after we tell her as she is getting in her bed. But today...today was very special. She told me she loved me FIRST! It may not seem like a big deal, but she has always only told me she loved me after I tell her. My heart lept for joy! I immediately told her I loved her too, and I scooped her up and gave her big ol' hug. What joys these days of motherhood are bringing my way.

She has also been telling me to sing "The Garden Song". I couldn't think of what she was talking about because I don't remember singing a song about a garden. Anyhoo, she started singing it today. It was soooooooo sweet! She sings "I come to da garden awone, wher da dew is still on da roses. And da boice I hear fallin on my ear...". That's all she knew of the song, but it was the most beautiful words ever to this mamma's ears. I had her sing it to David when he came home. He loved it!

I cherish these days with my little ones. Somedays it seems the day will never end because the children have been crying, whining, and the like. But, that's all part of it. I'm so thankful God placed these children in my care. Somedays I forget that He chose ME to raise and care for these particular children. He knows that there is something in me that is exactly what they need to grow and to learn. And, also to point them to Him to use for His glory. I pray that God would grant me wisdom to care for and to teach these little ones for Him.

I hope you had a great weekend. Ours was great! Nothing planned that we had to go to, and those are my favorite weekends where we just "wing it". I had two migraines yesterday. One in the afternoon that finally went away, and just about 7:30 I had another one creep up on me. David was fantastic and helped out tremendously with the children. He does so much for me!

Until next time!

Something To Remember

As I sat rocking my little man to sweet slumber last night, I was going through how my day went earlier. It was one of "those" days. You know, where you have all these wonderful plans about getting so much accomplished, but it all goes south. Well, yesterday was one of those days. I was pretty much gone from my house all last week, and unfortunately, my home suffered tremendously. Laundry was neglected, dishes piled high...you get the picture. I don't normally do housework on Sundays, as I believe it is the Lord's day - for rest. Plus, both of my children were sick. Anyhoo, I had all the plans of waking up Monday with having my house spotless by the time David was home from work. Yeah right. Woke up feeling horrible. Like you had just ran over me, backed up, and tried again with a Mack truck. Add a 100 degree fever and it wasn't a pretty sight. Nor was I for that matter. My day consisted of lying on the couch and only getting up to fed my sweet babies or change a stinky which was happening a lot with Sawyer seeing how he is on antibiotic for an ear infection. We're potty training Natalie, but that just flew out the window as of yesterday. Oh well.

So, short story long, I got nothin' done and was rocking my sweet boy thinking how terrible it would be to have something happen to my child. It's not healthy to ponder those things, but as mothers, I think it's normal sometimes. I sat there cradling him, thanking God that he was healthy and safe and warm with a full belly. Then, my mind started wondering what would happen to him and Natalie if something happened to me and David. Who would take care of them? Would they remember me? All I could picture was Natalie asking whoever she was with "Where's Momma?", "Is Daddy at work?". I almost began to cry. On a side note: I normally don't think of these horrible things, but it was just one of those days that happened to be on that time of the month if you catch my drift. That thought really got me to thinking.

How do I want my children to remember me?

Do I want them to remember me as a mother who was too interested in keeping a clean house rather than keeping them? Playing with them. Praying with them. Praying over them.

Do I want them to remember me as a mother who, when they disobeyed, would react out of anger and frustration, rather than love? I'm 100% guilty of this and it breaks my heart when I look back at my faults as a mother. All I can do is pray that the Lord would help me and give me wisdom.

I want my children to remember me as a mother who spent time with them, teaching them the things of God, praying over them. I want my children to remember walking in on me praying beside the bed, praying to our Heavenly Father. I remember this with my own mother. What a nice memory to have and to cherish. That my mother loved the Lord. That's what I want my children to know and to remember. That I loved the Lord.

But, this is all wonderful. All these things I want them to remember me by. The list can go on and on. But, more importantly, am I doing these things?

I know this post was probably scattered, and I do apologize if so. So heavy my heart is. I hope you get the point I'm trying to convey. What do you want your children to remember you by? Are you doing those things?