Quote ~ from the movie Parenthood

Grandma: "You know, when I was 19, Grandpa took me on a roller coaster. Up, down, up, down. Oh, what a ride! I always wanted to go again. You know, it was just so interesting to me that a ride could make me so frightened, so scared, so sick so excited and so thrilled all together! Some didn't like it. They went on the merry-go-round. That just goes around. Nothing. I like the roller coaster. You get more out if it."

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Grateful Heart Prayer

I found this wonderful prayer that I absolutely need to pray daily!  Maybe you need it to.  I started reading 1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp awhile ago, this prayer reminds me that I truly need to get back to it, and back to my gratitude journal.  Gratitude for all of our blessings can change your attitude and perspective so much.

Lord, thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plenty of good food to eat.

Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry; we have plenty of nice clothes to wear.

And I would like to thank you, Lord, for those unmade beds; they were so warm and comfortable last night.  I know that many have no bed.

My thanks to you, Lord, for this bathroom, complete with all the splattered mirrors, soggy, grimy towels and dirty lavatory; they are so convenient.

Thank you for this finger-smudged refrigerator that needs cleaning.  It has served us faithfully for many years.  It is full of cold drinks and enough leftovers for two or three meals.

Thank you, Lord, for this oven that absolutely must be cleaned today; it has baked so many good things over the years.

Our whole family is grateful for that tall grass that needs mowing, we all enjoy our private yard.

Thank you for that slamming door... the children are healthy and able to run and play.

Lord, the presence of all these chores awaiting me says you have richly blessed my family.  I shall do them cheerfully and I shall do them gratefully.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear.  There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise.  There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for my family.  There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times not balanced, thank you Lord for the blessing of food.  There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work.  There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life.

                                                            Author Unknown

And whatever you do, in word or in deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.  Col 3:17

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

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Prayer of Mothers

Life has been very crazy at our house lately.  We have had some challenges pop up and getting back in the swing of things with school has kept me very busy.  To be honest, I've been pretty tired at the end of the day and this has led to writers block.  While searching for something to post this evening, I came across a prayer I had saved.  I'm not sure where I got it from and a quick search of the internet, lists it on several sites, but no where is it sited who wrote it or where it came from originally.  I felt that it was the perfect prayer for me right now.  I wanted to share it with you, it is not my intent, to not give credit to the author, I just haven't found who the author is.  I hope it speaks to you that way it spoke to me.

Prayer of Mothers

Father in heaven; grant me the grace to appreciate the dignity which you have conferred on me.  Let me realize that not even the Angels have been blessed with such a privilege—
to share in your creative miracle and bring new Saints to heaven.  Make me a good mother to all my children after the example of Mary, the Mother of your Son.  Through the intercession of Jesus and Mary I ask your continued blessings on my family.  Let us all be dedicated to your service on earth and attain the eternal happiness of your kingdom in heaven.  Amen

Friday, September 2, 2011

The Change Eater

Due to lack of time and an overloaded plate, I thought that I would share a past account of my day August 2, 1999.  The names have been changed from my original story, as has certain verbiage in order to make it acceptable to post publicly.  And so you know, I was given permission from the Oldest to share this story in full with you.

August 2, 1999 - I am frantically trying to get ready to go to Dallas this week, while recovering from Jet Lag from last week.  The kids have a terrible cough, so I figure I better take them to the doctors before I leave them while I'm in Dallas, especially since I had pneumonia three weeks ago.  So I am getting ready to go to the doctors, paying late bills, when Oldest aka The Chaser, says MOMMMM!  The Organized Child aka The Change Eater just swallowed a quarter!  My head proceeds to explode, as I give her the third degree.  Are you sure it was a quarter and not a penny? I ask.  OH NO! it was a big quarter.  To the phone, I begin to call friends “do you think I should panic?”  I ask.  “I dunno, call our friend the paramedic.”  “Is she breathing?” he asks, “yes” I say, “call the doctors and let them know they may want to see you sooner” he says.  The nurse says “as long as she is breathing we'll see you at 2:40.” 

Off we go to the doctors, by way of Wal-Mart.  I'm hungry The Change Eater whines.  “Sorry”, I reply “you can't have anything to eat, until we get a picture of your tummy, to see where the quarter is.”  She quickly responds with “can't take a picture, my tummy not open up, can't get quarter out” she says.

We get to the doctor we go through the gamete of illness first.  Oldest has an infection, The Change Eater has allergies.  But alas on to the big stuff, the quarter.  The nurse makes cracks as she weighs The Change Eater; “aha she weighs a quarter more”.  Like that’s supposed to be funny!  I don't have time for this, I have a hundred things to do!

The doctor prescribes an x-ray, yahoo!  The good thing was we only had to go down stairs to get it.  So down we go.  We fill out paper work galore, only to wait some more.  I see that they have a pharmacy, so I figure why not try to get Oldest prescriptions filled while we wait.  As I am dropping off the prescriptions, The Change Eater has a fight with Oldest, who then proceeds to whine about not being able to have the chocolate calcium chews that Emma eats.  “No”, I reply sternly, “because I said so, I am the mommy, that’s why.”

Back to the paperwork.  “Go to the last desk, that's x-ray” the woman says as she gives me a pitying look.  Great!  Wait some more.  Mom “there's boogies in my nose, I need a paper towel” Oldest whines.  I ask the desk help for a Kleenex, you would think that I had just asked for a brick of gold!  I'm thinking this is a doctors office, if you can't find Kleenex, and I have to walk a mile to the restroom, for toilet paper, my head is going to blow up for the second time today, and I will not be held responsible for my actions after that!   Finally, another pitying nurse emerges with two Kleenex's.  Oldest blew enough for 7 Kleenex's in those two.  “Gross!” I think as I begin to look for a trash can, of course there isn't one.  (This is before hand sanitizer mind you.)  Finally the x-ray tech comes for us.  She begins to talk to The Change Eater and then the true story comes out!  Oldest had been trying to take the quarter away from The Change Eater, so, she hid it in her mouth, and eventually in a place he was sure never to find it!  Off we go for tummy pictures.  The Change Eater is beaming from ear to ear so proud to be a star. 

Oldest says “see Mom, I was good I never ate money”.  No, I remind him you put neon green play dough in your hinny cheeks, you stuck a pin in your male appendage, you pinched your male appendage in a book, you put a chip clip on your male appendage, you stuck dog food up your nose, finger painted, on numerous occasions, with your poop, and to top it off, you have cut your own hair, a zillion times.  He smiles at me, proud of all his accomplishments.

We finish with the x-rays.  The tech says “who can find the quarter?”  As if we can't see it, it took up half of her little abdomen.  OK, go back upstairs we'll call up and the doctor will let you know the results.  Results, what results?!  My kid has a quarter in her stomach; I could have told you that without the x-ray!

We are now back in the doctor’s office, which is packed I might add, waiting, waiting, and waiting.  The Chaser, who caused this mess in the first place, looks at me and says “I'm bored, what is this movie, why are they doing this, why are they doing that, when can we go home, I'm hungry”.  As I look at him I realize something is wrong, very wrong!  “Oldest”, I ask calmly “did you cut your hair again?”  He tells the truth, only after I threaten to punish him; “yeah I couldn't see, it made me walk into walls” he professes.  Great!   Just great!  We'll have to wait another 6 months to get his pictures taken.

Finally the nurse emerges “she has a quarter in the lower left quadrant of her abdomen.  You will have to inspect her bowl movements to make sure it comes out.  If it’s not out in 48 hours, bring her back in” she states.  Lovely!

We go down to pick up the prescriptions, I ask for a box of rubber gloves and inquire as to how much they are?  After explaining that The Change Eater has swallowed a quarter, and I have to find it, the pharmacist takes great pity on me and gives me a bag of gloves for FREE.

It is at that moment that I begin to rethink the possibility of ever having another Chaser, Change Eater or any other type of child you can think of.

Note:  The Change Eater did not swallow a quarter; she swallowed a nickel in fact.  I still have it today; it is tarnished very badly from her stomach acid.  And, clearly, this did not scare me enough; The Director and I went on to have three more children!  I wouldn’t have it any other way!