This one was supposed to be about my oldest, B1, receiving Christ into his heart and getting baptized. In light of the events of the tragic shooting in CT, I am casting a wider net. My son just turned 6, he was born in 2006, the same year that a lot of the young victims of the shooting were born. It is surreal watching my vibrant son enjoying life and the things he likes to do, knowing what those children were thinking about and doing the morning of December 14th before their Earthly life was cut too short.
My son made the most important decision of his life, he was not yet even 6. He asked Jesus into his heart, to be his Lord and Savior. Does he know every word of the Bible? No. Could he turn to any scripture when called upon? No. Could he participate in a debate about Christianity? Certainly not. Does he have faith? YES!!! It is something that is so hard for most adults, even me at times, but he has faith. It is what helped me kiss him good bye and put him on the bus the Monday after this tragedy. Do I know that he will be safe? No, none of us are, but I have faith that Jesus will watch over us and protect us. Do I know someone won't enter his school and start taking innocent lives? Again, no, but I have faith that God is in control, that gives me comfort. If the unthinkable does happen, can I handle it? If left to my own devices, no way! However, my Savior, the one in which my husband and now son turn to in good times and bad, will take care of us and we will be reunited someday.
Switching gears a bit, he was very excited to take his first Lord's supper or communion at the Christmas eve service. I delight in his excitement, he looks at everything with such wonder and amazement. Afterwards I asked him if he was hungry for dinner. He said, "I already ate the Lord's supper."
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Happy Birthday To My Eldest Son
Six years ago I became a mother. There is nothing else in my life that has molded and shaped me like motherhood has. Up until 12-12-06, I liked kids. I spent my life babysitting, life guarding, and even nursing them back to health. I thought I knew just about everything one would need to know to be fully prepared to be a mom. Ever since 12-13-06, B1 (oldest son) has been showing me otherwise.
He is my Christmas baby, even though he wasn't supposed to arrive until after it. From the very beginning he has been unpredictable and very independent.
He has blazed a very wide trail for his brothers and handles being the oldest with grace, and a little bit of bossiness. He is very inquisitive and asks thought-provoking questions. He is very funny and likes to think he is tricky.
The oldest child turning six is very significant for me. Finally, I have a child that is making a maturity move from a toddler to a school-age child. With B2 on B1's heels, and the twins about to enter toddlerhood, somebody had to move on.
I look forward to enjoying the next six with him, I'd better because once he turns twelve, we will be entering the stage that might possibly be more challenging than the one we just made it through.
He is my Christmas baby, even though he wasn't supposed to arrive until after it. From the very beginning he has been unpredictable and very independent.
He has blazed a very wide trail for his brothers and handles being the oldest with grace, and a little bit of bossiness. He is very inquisitive and asks thought-provoking questions. He is very funny and likes to think he is tricky.
The oldest child turning six is very significant for me. Finally, I have a child that is making a maturity move from a toddler to a school-age child. With B2 on B1's heels, and the twins about to enter toddlerhood, somebody had to move on.
I look forward to enjoying the next six with him, I'd better because once he turns twelve, we will be entering the stage that might possibly be more challenging than the one we just made it through.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Tis A Season: decorating for Christmas with little ones
It's that time of year again, Christmas is just around the corner and we are in the midst of decorating our house. Now that the twins are 17 months old, they finally can join in on the fun and excitement!
Then reality sets in, how am I going to keep these little ones from destroying my life's work collecting all of my Christmas decorations?
I've been through this twice before, but somehow these 2 sets of hands are WAY more destructive. They like to use the old "distract and destroy" tactic. So the tree gets decorated, the most cherished and breakable ornaments have to go on the side that I push against the wall during the day. Yes, the tree gets sequestered from the best symmetrical spot so that it doesn't get pulled over, shaken, attempted to climb on, or be involved in a round of tug-o-war.
The stockings were slung up on the mantle with care... My most favorite decoration of all is the mantle with stockings, it feels like the centerpiece to me. My favorite thing to shop for is stocking stuffers, it is usually the forgotten about gift receptacle, the after thought when the high from opening all the gifts starts to wear off and then someone remembers there are a few more goodies!
I of course go with the usuals; candy, gift cards, small toys. I usually throw in something fun and unusual. This year, I found this kit that has to do with human bodily functions. I know that will keep the big boys, and Brad, busy for quite a while. It may even be the talk for the entire next year.. "hey, remember when Santa put boogers and poop in our stocking? Laugh, laugh, laugh"!
Once again I am having to be creative with how I display the stockings while we await the holiday. The easiest thing would be to just not put them up until right before Christmas. This would bring lots of disappointment to the household. So, I am going to hang them up, and sling them up onto the mantle during the day time, then after the babies go to bed, I can let them down to be enjoyed by the rest. Like so many things in our life right now, adjustments and temporary solutions have to be in place for the good of everyone.
It reminds me of something a wise lady (and mother) once said to me after I over-extended myself after the birth of my second child. I thought I could do it all and signed up to help with Wednesday night children's activities at church. I went the first week and was so worn out with trying to figure out the logistics of handling the then, 18 month old and newborn, that I was stressing myself out. I dreaded telling the preschool choir director that I made a mistake and would have to resign. When I did, she said to me, "this is only a season, things are ever-changing". She went on to explain that there will be a time when I am able to return to the things I would like to do, until then, just give myself permission to do what I need to do to survive. I took that to heart with just about anything little kid related and try to remember those words of wisdom.
So, as I am looking at my decorations that aren't to Martha Stewart standards, I remember, tis A season!
Then reality sets in, how am I going to keep these little ones from destroying my life's work collecting all of my Christmas decorations?
I've been through this twice before, but somehow these 2 sets of hands are WAY more destructive. They like to use the old "distract and destroy" tactic. So the tree gets decorated, the most cherished and breakable ornaments have to go on the side that I push against the wall during the day. Yes, the tree gets sequestered from the best symmetrical spot so that it doesn't get pulled over, shaken, attempted to climb on, or be involved in a round of tug-o-war.
The stockings were slung up on the mantle with care... My most favorite decoration of all is the mantle with stockings, it feels like the centerpiece to me. My favorite thing to shop for is stocking stuffers, it is usually the forgotten about gift receptacle, the after thought when the high from opening all the gifts starts to wear off and then someone remembers there are a few more goodies!
I of course go with the usuals; candy, gift cards, small toys. I usually throw in something fun and unusual. This year, I found this kit that has to do with human bodily functions. I know that will keep the big boys, and Brad, busy for quite a while. It may even be the talk for the entire next year.. "hey, remember when Santa put boogers and poop in our stocking? Laugh, laugh, laugh"!
Once again I am having to be creative with how I display the stockings while we await the holiday. The easiest thing would be to just not put them up until right before Christmas. This would bring lots of disappointment to the household. So, I am going to hang them up, and sling them up onto the mantle during the day time, then after the babies go to bed, I can let them down to be enjoyed by the rest. Like so many things in our life right now, adjustments and temporary solutions have to be in place for the good of everyone.
It reminds me of something a wise lady (and mother) once said to me after I over-extended myself after the birth of my second child. I thought I could do it all and signed up to help with Wednesday night children's activities at church. I went the first week and was so worn out with trying to figure out the logistics of handling the then, 18 month old and newborn, that I was stressing myself out. I dreaded telling the preschool choir director that I made a mistake and would have to resign. When I did, she said to me, "this is only a season, things are ever-changing". She went on to explain that there will be a time when I am able to return to the things I would like to do, until then, just give myself permission to do what I need to do to survive. I took that to heart with just about anything little kid related and try to remember those words of wisdom.
So, as I am looking at my decorations that aren't to Martha Stewart standards, I remember, tis A season!
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