I got some pretty funny comments from some of you about my post "the Task I Never Dreamed of…" Here they are…
I thought of this blog entry as I searched the grass outside our apartment for rabbit poop… Luke and I came across the little pile of rabbit poop one morning while Lily was at school and wouldn’t you know it was all he could think about wanting to tell her when we picked her up, so we had to go right back to the same spot and hunt for it again…and rabbit poop is not easy to find!! We had a neighbor’s child with us too so I wonder what she said when her mom asked what we did outside!- Erin Hummel
The joys of parenting are never-ending – - – along with a few headaches, too
and then again, there’s those moments when you don’t know whether to scream, cry, or laugh.
Jillian (age 3) has been keeping us hopping – the Sunday before New Year’s Eve, I discovered my wedding ring was missing. After searching high & low and re-counting last events, we figured it was a loss cause and resorted to filing an insurance claim. The following Sunday – Jillian comes up to me
while I was cooking dinner and said, very casually, "Mom, here’s your ring." I turned to look,
expecting a plastic gem, and gasped to see her pulling MY RING from her 2"x2" Dora Backpack. The
next day, the insurance check arrived and we gladly sent it back. -Juls Hux
Without making this entry too long, I have to share a story that I read in a my Focus on the Family, Early Stages magazine the other day. A lady shared how her 2 year old little boy, Weston, was very attached to an odd toy, a toy vacuum (boy would my mom be proud!). The little boy vacuumed during the day and slept with his vacuum (Noo-noo) during nap time and at night. It was his most cherished possession that he took everywhere. One day the little boy’s mom came down with a terrible stomach virus. While the mom was in bed, unable to function "I opened my eyes. Weston struggled with my covers. He was pushing his Noo-noo into my bed… it dawned on me that he was giving me his most cherished possession, his vacuum cleaner, to comfort me."
It is moments like that when we realize that it is all worth it.
Sorry to be sappy, I am not a sappy, send you forwarded Chicken Soup For the Soul type email kind of person but I really needed that this week. My son has been quite a handful. Sometimes I forget that he loves me, he just doesn’t know how to express it. After all, he is a male!