Green Tights

I think everyone should know that I can buy green tights!

Green!

I have been looking for tights, preparing for fall and all, but could only find leggings in brown and black and navy and gray. Boring, boring, boring.

Today I had a revelation as I was walking through T@rget. I could avoid leaving my house, stressing out, forcing my children into buggies, shopping if I used the internet. Oh, and I could probably find what I am really looking for.

So I tried it.

I went to JCPenny. No luck.
I went to Old Navy. No luck.
I went to Gap (who was also on the Old Navy site).

WoooHooo! Green tights!

Then I got so excited that I exited that site to post about the GREEN tights.
I wonder what other colors they have.

Mounting a Resistance

I am a Mom.

I am a stay at home mom.

I must say no.
Sometimes, apparently, I must say no more than once for people to listen.

No, I will not be a leader.

No, I cannot attend lunch meetings that last 2 hours at restaurants with two little ones in tow. And no I will not be finding a babysitter so that I may volunteer to sit at a restaurant for 2 hours to accomplish 1 hour's worth of work.

No, I will not be able to work every day on heel with George. Also insisting that he wait to come in when the world is falling apart for one of the children is unreasonable. I will not be doing it.

No, I will not be watching a movie with you. I will read or play, but if a movie is important to you, you will have to watch it yourself.

No, I haven't found x, y, or z. I don't know where you put them and I have other things on my list of things to do. Please start putting your stuff away.

For the nos, I get to say yes.

Yes, we can paint.

Yes, you can hear me pray.

Yes, we can pick flowers.

Yes, you can hold the leash.

Yes, your clothes are put away. The beds are made. And the kitchen is clean.

Yes, we have time to take a walk down by the water before it gets dark.

On a Beautiful Fall Day

One should go to the park . . .


Watch Abigail Swing


Take a Picture


Jump in Rain Water


Count the Colors

I Will Keep Being Honest

Last week someone said something while we were in discussion groups at MOPS. While it didn't bother me then, now it does. What she said, makes me want to skip this post. It makes me want to hide how I am feeling. It makes me feel guilty for having "one of those" days.


The question: Are you a more or less patient person since having kids? Why or why not?

My answer: Less. And it bothers me. I thought I would have it down. I worked with ghetto kids for three years and could keep my cool. Now I have these two, and find myself not keeping my cool. I think it has something to do with the all-day-everyday-ness of it. I don't think I am less patient than I was, like I lost it or something, but that they reveal that I have less patience than I thought I had. They reveal that I am less virtuous in many ways.

We all sort of chuckled at it.

Next answerer said something about situational patience. And we talked about that for a few minutes. I brought up a radio program where the mother talked about not planning to be an angry mom but that sometimes you can't even wake up in peace to sort out your day before you are forcefully driven into that day. (I should say that we go around in a circle to share our answers leaving time for response and encouragement.)

Then it happened.
The third lady had her say,
Sarah, I just want to address what you said. I would do anything if my kids could come in to wake me up, but I am gone six days a week before they get up. . . . Cherish it. (In the middle she talked about working full time and how that keeps her away from her children.)

That night I didn't really think anything of it. I know her and didn't think she was attacking me. I just figured she had had a long day. But words bang around in my head.

Now I feel guilty for having a bad day.

• For feeling frustrated because nothing I do can soothe Simon's aching gums and gassy belly--acetominophen and massage included
• For wanting to cry because I have to just let him cry
• For having a stiff hard back from the stress of listening to him cry
• For feeling guilty for snapping at Abigail because she is whining because she is tired, hungry, and on strange medicine
  
• For not being able to get a good schedule so Abigail can go to sleep at night at a reasonable hour
• For forgetting to remind Abigail to go to the bathroom so we can retrain her bladder
• For feeling guilty for feeling frustrated with her for the trouble we have had with potty training when it may be a physical problem
• For not being able to get the dishes washed, the laundry put away, and dinner done

Perhaps last Tuesday, I had not made myself clear.



It isn't about my children.
I love them.
I treasure them.
I would do anything for them.
I rarely forget that these two are indeed miracles in my childbearing history, remembering that three reside in God's presence. And that with those statistics I am blessed.

But it is about me.
It is about the ways God uses my children to reveal my sin.
It is about the ways God reveals His heart toward me.
It is about the way I fail Him and them.
It is about the way He is using them to fulfill His promise. . .

I am confident of this very thing,
that He who began a good work in you
will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
Philippians 1:6

It is about the way I would remain incomplete without them.
It is about the way "those days" are God inviting me to come to Him for

love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentlenss, self-control

Maybe I should have felt guilty for leaving the thought unfinished. Maybe I was unclear.

But for the feelings both good and bad that mothering illicit in me--remember I am but dust--redeemed dust, but dust nonetheless

and

my crummy days are far less a resentment of my children

than

a work of a redeeming God unsatisfied to allow me to be fruitless.

When You Don't Know What to Do. . .

Because the day has gotten ahead of you and the to-do list is multiplying and you've lost the to-do list.

Remember

This is the day which the LORD has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24

Beauty
:: children napping ::
:: fall sky blue ::
:: leaves dancing in the light ::

Plenty
:: groceries to be put away ::
:: laundry in all states of use, wash, and storage ::
:: dinner waiting to be started ::
:: dinner waiting to be planned ::
(I shouldn't get ahead of myself)
:: answering machine reminding me of friends ::

Change
:: boards and nails to be gathered ::
:: rose of sharon to be pruned ::
:: flower boxes wilted with fall chill ::
(and neglect)
:: windows and canvases and fabric and yarn set aside ::

And always the words and the call, or should I say cry, to use words.

This is the day the Lord has made!
These the hands and feet and heart the Lord has made
These the tasks the Lord has given.

I will rejoice and be glad in them.

Bounty

From the garden, God's provision
:: Peppers ::
:: Carrots ::
:: Cabbage ::
:: Tomatoes ::
:: Squash ::

From the family, God provides

:: Beans ::
:: More tomatoes ::
:: Peaches ::
:: Applesauce ::





From compost, God's surprises
:: Gourds ::
:: Pumpkins ::