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How Bad is it?

Perspective is a funny thing.  Very rarely am I universally wrong; it’s just I’m obsessing on details or not paying attention to the big picture.  So I start feeling helpless and start feeling hopeless.  On the down side of things, it could be that my children are behaving badly – why is it sometimes that just absolutely rocks my world?  My kids, my beautiful, energetic, sensitive, selfish, demanding kids can absolutely throw me into a tizzy just by having one argument or one complaint too many.  And then I start asking the big questions:  What am I doing?  How could things possibly have gotten so bad without me noticing?  Does the fact that I give my everything to my family even matter in the big picture?  Will they still be fighting when they’re 20?  40?

Am I really giving my everything?  Could I be giving more?

I blog – that’s not for my family.  (Well, in a round-about way it is – writing is cheaper than therapy – and I don’t have to hire a babysitter).

And what about all that time I spend on Pinterest?  That’s all about me, not them.

So, like, is that okay that I don’t really give my everything to my family?

I just give them my most everything.

Am I doing enough?  Am I enough?

Almost every stinkin morning when I wake up I think to myself, “I’m going to spend some quality time with the Middles today – I’ll read to them or craft with them, or heck, maybe we’ll even bake some cookies.”

And then lunch comes, and with all the quantity time I spend with them, there’s just not enough time – or enough me – for quality time.

Then all I want to do is be alone for a while.

How bad is that?  Understandable but terrible?  I say I want to homeschool, I say I want to be home with my kids, but once the Littles are down for their naps, I want to be alone?

I wonder if they know.

How bad would that be?

In my Mary Poppins fantasy, I am a delightful mother all morning long with the kiddos.  After lunch I tuck everyone in for their quiet time and I sneak off for mine.  Exactly one hour later I emerge from my bedroom all smiles and delightful once again, and we enjoy every moment of the next four hours together.

In reality, I spend a lot of that first hour telling Noah to get back in bed and reminding my Middles it’s quiet time.  At the end of the quiet time hour, I’m still engrossed in whatever internet project I’m working on, trying to unstress from the stressful quiet time hour.

Do you ever think to yourself, “It shouldn’t be this hard”?

I do.

And I used to scoff at the idea that the average child asks something like 400 questions a day.  Keep in mind, I still have six kiddos at home.  And the 3-year-old just started this morning with the unending questions, you know, the ones where one question leads to another question which leads to another question.  The ones where you think your child is purposefully trying to drive you out of your mind (seriously, he is!)

I don’t scoff any more.

Tomorrow is Thursday.

I hope it’s a good day.

Awwww, Mommy, Can We Keep Her?

I have told my kiddos a million times, “If you ever see a fawn lying by itself, don’t ever, ever touch it.”  (The thinking being that once you touch it, a trace of your scent remains and the mama doe will not come back for it.)  It’s amazing to see these fawns, because they are so, so obedient.  They lie absolutely still while their mamas feed nearby, and they don’t move, no matter what, until mama doe returns for them.  It’s a sad thing when mama doe gets scared off, because the fawns sit waiting, and waiting, and waiting; and nature is sometimes very brutal when it comes to predators like dogs.

Well, luck would have it that while I was cleaning the kitchen the other day, one of the kids came running in hollering, “Mom, mom, Eden has a fawn.”

Oh, surely Eden wouldn’t have picked up a fawn after all my nature lessons . . . surely “Eden has a fawn” means Eden found a fawn and is watching it from a safe distance.

No such luck.  I opened the door to find Eden on the steps with Bambi.


I’d like to say at this point my heart was crushed thinking of mama doe out there searching in vain for baby fawn.   But that would be a lie.

My heart was crushed thinking of late night fawn feedings from warmed baby bottles every three hours or so, and what the heck kind of milk do you feed baby deer anyway?

So on a wing and a prayer we put said Bambi back exactly where Eden found her and quarantined ourselves safely inside.  I noticed a doe hovering nearby and I clung to the hope that this was mama doe and she had a really bad sense of smell.

Sure enough we ate dinner and when we returned to check on baby fawn, she was gone.

Mother and child reunited.

All in a day’s work.

Can I Get an Amen?

One of the fringe benefits of getting rid of cable and rationing screen time is that my children are very easily amused.   Talk about total hilariosity!

Have you seen this video of Anita Renfroe singing “The Mom Song”?

It’s a hoot – all the things a typical mom says to her children throughout the day condensed into a very packed 3-minute song.  And for those of you who can’t relate because all your kiddos haven’t made it to school age yet, take a peek to see what you’re in for.