Wednesday, 25 February 2015

today

 
 
745am...
 
brain dumb.
 
too early.
 
shake my head.
 
"mmm-hmmm."
 
I kiss the soft skinned face.
 
with my eyes still closed.
 
this early?
 
Really?
 
"mommmmeeee, let's go downstairs."
 
 "I can't."
 
Yes, I can.
 
Legs slooowww.
 
cold floor.
 
I can do it.
 
One step at a time.
 
Happy kid.
 
happy puppy.
 
"what's for breakfast, moofers?"
 
toast.
 
really? toast?
 
Yup. toast.
 
with raspberry jam.
 
and cheese.
 
YAWWWNNN!
 
shuffle shuffle.
 
eat your toast.
 
feed your pets.
 
"you know that dress has a hole."
 
"but I like it."
 
"ok, you silly girl."
 
shower.
 
finally waking up.
 
biffy door opens.
 
"are my panties on right?"
 
"yes. good job."
 
door closes.
 
door opens.
 
"can you dress my dolly?"
 
"i'll be out in a minute."
 
"ok."
 
door closes.
 
door opens.
 
"Mommy."
 
"what now?"
 
"I love you."
 
Aww. Heart melts.
 
"I love you too!!!"
 
door closes....
 
aaannnnd opens!
 
all is quiet.
 
"I'm just reading books on the pot until your done."
 
shrug my shoulders and smile.
 
"ok, silly. whatever."
 
aahh.
 
showers feel good.
 
water off.
 
shoo kid out.
 
dry off
 
bath and body works.
 
"mommy! Tilly's up!"
 
throw some clothes on.
 
rescue the little from the crib.
 
clean bum.
 
fresh clothes.
 
plop in highchair
 
comb hair.
 
check in mirror.
 
it'll pass.
 
start the flex.
 
feed the little.
 
wipe the little.
 
everybody's jackets.
 
everyone's boots.
 
purse and paraphernalia.
 
everyone in?!
 
va-rooooom!
 
Off we go.
 
cookies and tea at ruths.
 
Another winter's day.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, 15 February 2015

Superwoman



I ain't no superwoman. In fact, if a fly on the wall could talk, it would feel the same as Erma Bombeck once said about a housewife checking the tenderness of a rump roast in the oven. "Why don't you just push the frump in and end her misery?"

I don't feel miserable. Or that my life is misery. I do feel slightly sarcastic towards a "superwoman." That phrase conjures up a mental image of an early riser that is showered, dressed, combed, devotioned, and lotioned by 730 sharp and pops her overnight French toast in the oven. (I popped overnight French toast in the oven last Satureday. I didn't feel I needed to have devotions.) She zooms around on her tightly fastened Reebox that support her lower back and boost her energy by 75%.

I will venture to say that mommies are "superwoman" enough. Afterall, our "price is far above rubies." God gave each of our friends different gifts and priorities so we could compliment each other and fill in the gaps.

He also had a plan for me when he created me. He knew  could handle motherhood...being a wife...a friend...a virtuous Christian woman. (notice I didn't say superwoman?) He knew everyday wouldn't be no storybook. In fact, he KNOWS what an everyday is! And he just sits there patiently until I take the time to have coffee with HIM. Even if it takes a week. (I know. Yup. Bless you. You devotion every morning.)

God didn't make me a superwoman. But he created me. And he said I am ENOUGH!

(I don't mean to preach. I'm just saying.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Monday, 2 February 2015

Stay awhile and play

Mama...

Eat with me & visit...
 
Do up a puzzle with me...
 
Dress up my dolly...
 
LISTEN to me...
 
IMAGINE with me...
 
run with me...
 
laugh hysterically with me...
 
tickle me...
 
scare me...
 
pull me on the sled...
 
make sudsy beards with me...
 
COMPLIMENT me...
 
read with me...
 
make me a tent...
 
let me bring in a puppy...
 
let me mix...
 
let's get the mail. together.
 
"you're the best mommy in the whole world."
 
"didn't I do a good job?"
 
hold my hand...
 
wait for me...
 
say my prayers with me...
 
CUDDLE with me...
 
whisper sweet nothings to me...
 
tell me you LOVE me...
 
kiss my sleepy eyes...
 
let me crawl in bed with you...
 
COMFORT me...
 
thank the LORD for me...
 
...I'm only little for now...
 
Mama, put down your PHONE ...Won't you stay awhile and PLAY with me...?