Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Kid's Pray the Darndest Things


Hope!

My greatest accomplishment to date is teaching my children how to pray. Sure, tying their shoes, brushing their teeth, dressing themselves are all pretty big deals. But what good are all those things if they can't find hope to face each new day.

I believe hope is a cornerstone to producing well rounded, stable adults. And not just hope, but hope in the right things.

One can't place hope into themself, there is nothing but disappointment at the end of that path. Sure, even the most confident and most successful of people might appear to have it all together. But I'm confident that if you ask anyone of them to be honest, they will tell you that they see a litnany of imperfections in themselves. That is the type of false hope that puts bullets in seemingly confident people's brains once they realize they too are human.

You can't place hope in money. After all money is meant to be spent and there always sharks circling to relieve you of yours. That type of hope is fleeting. It is the type of hope that pushes investment bankers off roof tops when the market crashes.

You certainly can't place hope in other people. After all, if you can't trust yourself, what makes you think the person lying next to you is any better. The saying, "It's a thin line between love and hate" didn't just appear out of nowhere. Sometimes those that are closest to you are the ones that do the most damage.

So who or what do you have hope in? For our family, our hope is in God. And to activate that hope we pray.

Practice makes perfect!

For many years my eldest child, Ariana, would not go to sleep unless someone prayed with her. It gave her anxiety to think about going to sleep without a prayer from mommy or daddy. Well this alarmed me. I didn't want my child socially crippled and unable to go to sleep if her mom or dad were not present. So we instituted a pray for yourself policy in the house.

Some might consider this an extreme sense of tough love, but we thought it important for Ari to take ownership of her prayers and activate her faith without our help.

It worked, she prays with such conviction and has taught her brother how to pray for himself.

Prayer for others!

My four-year-old son came to a startling realization. People go to hell.  He announced to me, the day after Thanksgiving, that he did not want me to go to hell. I wish you could have seen his face. His eyes were bigger and more serious than normal.

At first I thought, what did I do that caused him such great concern?  But I didn't panic. Instead I probed. "Thank you Nate, I don't want to go to hell either."

"Yeah, because I love you and I want you to go to heaven with the rest of us!"

"I'm glad you think you're going to heaven Nate, and I am so happy the rest of us are coming along too," I said in amusement.

Then he said to me something that I will cherish. He told me that he wants God to heal me.

Lately I have been struggling physically. Some days I am perfectly fine, and other days I am extremely fatigued. I have had a battery of tests and every one, thankfully, has come back fine. In fact, according to the doctors I am perfectly healthy. So all I can do at this point is take things easy, eat right, exercise (as best I can), and pray. Apparently, Nate has been watching.

I told Nate that I would appreciate his continued prayers for mommy's health. And, he obliged.

"Dear God, thank you for your mercy and grace. Pray that you watch over my mommy, and ....heal her body so she won't be sick....and protect her from zombies and monsters in hell.....and pray for my mommy, my sister, my daddy, my uncle John, my grandma, my grandma in Kentucky, my grandpa, and my grandpa in Kentucky, and neighbors, and doggies and everyone.....In Jesus' name. AMEN."

With a big smile I thanked Nate and gave him a big hug.

Later that same evening, Nate runs into my room and proclaims, "Ariana wants me to pray for her so she won't be sick." The kids have been battling flu and cold symptoms this holiday season.

I responded, "Then pray!"

I caught him on tape (maybe I'll post it), he prayed over Ariana. He prayed for her health and of course to protect her from zombies in hell.

Lesson learned!

I learned during these magnificent moments with Nate and Ariana, how much they rely on God to deal with the issues they can't deal with. 

As adults we try to manage our lives and the lives of our dependents.  However here is a perfect example of Jesus' teaching, "Verily I say unto you, Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdon of heaven."  Matthew 18:3



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Before 8 am


               I had an epiphany today.  Childless women in the work force have a completely different perspective on life than working mothers.  For the majority of women who work and have the pleasure of being mothers (without a staff) there is an unspoken understanding of the battles fought and won before 8 am.

                Take for instance my lovely angels, Ariana and Nate.  I simply ask, why must I referee a shouting match between the two, where Nate (the four-year-old) is telling Ariana (the soon to be eight-year-old) that “she is not his mother or the teacher” and therefore cannot “tell him how to brush is teeth”  at 6:15 am?

                Why is it every morning, it takes my otherwise intelligent daughter, 25 minutes to dry off after her morning bath and put on her underwear or any other piece of clothing?  Surprisingly enough, even if I make her go to bed early, wake up early, lay her clothes out the night before, or take her bath the night before, the end result really doesn’t change.  After telling her to get dress, I literally have to follow-up every two to three minutes, for 25 minutes to make sure each piece of clothing is on.  “Why”, I ask?

                I am so glad we are past the days where my youngest would be completely dressed and ready to go, my daughter fully ready with back pack in hand and I even managed to pull myself together, only to turn around and find my then two-year-old son, with his shoes and socks off and sitting in the middle of the floor crying.  Did they magically jump of his feet?  How did he move so fast?  Again, WHY?

                I thought I was in my own private hell, until I talked with other mothers.  A friend in law school shared that one evening her daughter made a special request for eggs the next morning.  Wanting to do something special for her little darling, she carefully laid everything out so her daughter could be ready early enough and mom could make her eggs.  After mixing the ingredients together, my friend went into her pantry for one more seasoning, only to turn around in time and witness her little darling spilling the entire bowl of eggy goodness all over herself.  As her kindergartner stood in the middle of the kitchen crying, covered in her new beauty regimen, my friend instinctively began to undress her, re-clean her, re-dress her, clean up the mess in the kitchen and - you guessed it -  make more eggs.  WHY?

                These are life’s challenges that only a working mother can truly appreciate.  When we finally make it into the office, we have been up since 5 am, refereed world-war three, negotiated peace treaties, organized FEMA size disaster relief, managed to deliver our most prize possessions to their institutions of learning (on time), and have arrived at our employment destination just in time to grab a cup of Joe and begin round two. 

                So, all we ask is that the world recognize true diplomacy, when our chipper X-chromosome counterparts enter the break room (after having the leisure of getting only themselves ready and perhaps catching the traffic report before commuting into work) and we still have the decency to smile and say, "Good Morning."

                I do recognize that this is the life we have chosen, so this is by no means a woe-is-me dialogue.  I simply felt it was time to set the record straight.  This is the side of motherhood very few share.  Maybe we feel embarrassed or ashamed to share our frustrations.  After all, everyone is always talking about how great their kids are. 

                However, here is what I have learned through it all.  God made our kids cute, so we can manage to hang on when they are really working our last nerve.  God made our kids innocent, so we can overlook the challenges and understand our role serves a higher purpose.  God gave working mothers other working mothers, so we can share our challenges and understand we are not alone.  And that is God’s honest truth!

Sincerely,

Modern Mommy

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

New Year’s Resolution is Child’s Play!

The New Year is here and it is time to count up the debt and calories we wish we didn’t have, following the holidays.  Every year I hear the same ole’ story: “This year I’m going to lose weight!”.   I made a personal vow not to make promises to myself that I can’t keep.  So I decided to treat myself the same way I would treat my children. 
As a parent, the thought of disappointing them just breaks my heart.  There are times, when I see those long faces, and I just melt.  However, when I make a decision that is for their ultimate benefit, I have to weigh their brief moment of disappointment now with a lifetime of disappointment later. 
It occurred to me over this holiday season, that I take this approach when I feed my children.  Over the last few weeks, I have stocked our home with fresh fruits and vegetables.  I have also put the mandate out to my hubby, “No pudding cups, chips or fruit snacks are allowed in this house.”  On our shopping trips the kids have gotten use to me passing up the chips and snack aisle, they don’t even ask anymore.  Sodas are not a common staple in their diet, they think it’s a drink akin to alcohol, “for adults only”.  (Occasionally they are allowed a clear pop, but on special occasions.)   
Recently, my daughter informed me that her little brother, Nate, snuck three large bananas into her bedroom and ate all of them – “He didn’t even share with anyone else.” 
As much as I wanted to chastise him for sneaking food, I was elated that it was bananas and not Cheez-its.  So we had a stern heart-to-heart and I informed him that sneaking food was, “Not OK”!  The result, he loves eating bananas and both of them think of this magic fruit as a treat!  I had similar results when I allowed both of my little munchkins to help me prepare a large, veggie filled, salad for lunch.  Prior to this culinary adventure, I couldn’t get Nathan to eat any type of lettuce and tomato, afterwards he came back for seconds and thirds.  There was a little bit of pride in him because he had made something that he could eat.  Needless to say, they were full and healthy, and the salad was gone!
I decided to take the same eating approach in my personal life.  I have spent all this time to make sure I keep my kids healthy, but haven’t been treating myself the same way.  So now, in my mind, soda-pop is akin to over-the-counter medication – not to be taken every day for long periods of time.  Also, every day I must have in my diet some sort of food that I can grow in the back yard, and meals that I prepare for myself taste so much better than meals processed by computers.
Yet, the highlight of my holiday season was my Christmas gift!  This year, my husband decided to give me Michael Jackson’s “The Experience” on the Wii game system.  I had “The Experience” at a friend’s house earlier in the year and loved it.  It was the perfect combination of my love for dance (albeit done badly), competition and exercise.  The idea that I could be so distracted by the music and memories of my youth, combined with fabulous graphics and competition with my peers, that I didn’t notice I was exercising – simply put, shear brilliance.
It didn’t take long for me to open it up and give the game a try.  Quickly I had to face a new challenge, fighting with my kids over who will be allowed to play first. Clearly I need a second Wii remote control.  We settled on taking turns and comparing scores.  I would like the world to know I am, hands-down, the best dancer in my house, but my seven-year-old took on the dreaded “Thriller” video – inhuman level – and beat the pants off of my husband and I!  The challenge is on.  There is no way I’m going to be schooled by a second grader!
In all, I feel good about the physical experience – after a good hour of competing, the next day I experience that hated and loved lactic acid burn in my muscles.  You know the burn that cries out - you moved body parts which have been stationary since high school.  
Ultimately, seeing myself as a child, in need of the same care and supervision that is expended on the very little ones I have charge over, just might do the trick.  For now, I will practice what I preach and treat the inside of my body as carefully as my children’s, and take our, “Childs-Play” to the next level.  Like the GREAT Tap Dancer's Sandman Simms to Bo Jangles to Gregory Hines, Ariana you have a CHALLENGE coming you way. 

~ Modern Mommy 

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Walmart
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