Monthly Archives: May 2014

Mother’s Day

Each year Mother’s Day is very different.  Some days I spend it with my family, some times with friends, and sometimes alone (by choice).  This year is was a mixture of things.  A few weeks ago Faith was invited to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese on May 11.  I think that the family sent out the invitation for the party and then realized that it was on Mother’s Day because a few days later a message was sent out that said Fathers were to bring all the kids in each family to the party so that the moms could stay home and nap.  Brilliant!!  I took them up on the offer.  Right after church Tom took kids to the birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese while I drove home to read my book and rest.  I felt guilty for a short moment, but was then told that this was my day to spend it how I wanted.  I am really into reading now and am enjoying re-reading “The Good Earth” by Pearl Buck.  I read it in high school and remember enjoying it so I thought it would be a good one to read after all of my light “Hunger Games” novels.  It was an enjoyable few hours and am glad that I chose not to go to a loud, kid filled birthday party.

After Tom and the kids arrived back at the house they gave me the presents that I had bought myself the day before (although the kids didn’t know that).   I had gone to Rack Room and bought two pairs of sandals.  Oddly enough, they were wedge heel sandals.  This is odd because I never wear heels, although I do like to buy dressier shoes in hopes that I will wear them.  I know that they are cute, but just never put forth the effort to wear fancy footwear.  I keep buying them in hopes that I will be motivated to wear them and find them comfortable…and because they are indeed “cute”.  These are my next attempt.  I also went to a consignment store and bought myself a new pair of shorts, a skirt and a belt.  I have to brag and say that I bought all of this for under $65.  Not bad, right?  (We will see if I keep the shoes)

Mother’s Day is a day to be shown love by my kids and also to reflect upon the achievements and love from my own mom.  Being a mom myself makes me appreciate my mom so much more.  No one can understand how much work goes into being a mom until you become one.  Moms work, worry and pray 24/7 for their kids.  It is a never ending job.  I am grateful that my mom is such a role model for me.  I have learned how to be a good mom by watching her and learning from her.  Thanks mom!!  I love you!

Here is a video that we saw at church about moms.  It is really cute and shows how much we really do. Check it out…..

Mind Control

There is a verse in the Bible from Philippians 4:8 that says,  “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

I heard a sermon years ago in which the pastor said that we should put this verse above our televisions. This way we could gauge what we watched by whether is was pure, lovely, admirable, etc.  Although I never put it above my TV, I thought about this for years and tried to watch things that fell either into, or close to, this ideal.

Many years later I came across this verse again.  This time I felt that the Lord was telling me to use this verse in my personal life, especially with my husband.  Typically, I am a light hearted and positive person, however, with Tom I can be especially judgmental.   Tom and I were married when I was 32 and he was 41.  We had both done things our own way for many years and thought that the way that we did them was the right way (as most people do).  I think that both being first borns doesn’t help either.  A friend of ours once told us that he thought that we would “argue over the color of the grass”.  We probably would. After eight years Tom and I can both laugh about this fact and believe it or not, but we argue less now than we ever have. All this to say that I need to think more positively about my husband and his actions, or in-actions.

Now, lets look at this verse again…..”Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

This means that I shouldn’t focus on where he put his shoes, what he fed the kids or how messy his side of the room is.  :)

I am to focus on the things that he does well.  I should focus on the things that I can praise him for:  how hard he works, that he fed the kids, that he ran the dishwasher, that he picked up the toys, that he played with the kids, that he gave me time for myself, and that he tries to be a good husband and father.

Our thoughts are what make us who we are.  We can focus on the negative things in life or we can focus on the many blessings that God has given us.  I try to teach my kids that everyday, especially when they complain that they didn’t get something or life isn’t fair.  We are to focus on what is “true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy”.

The other day I put up a dry erase board in the kitchen on the side of one of the cabinets.  This white board now contains this verse.  I am hoping that seeing it will remind me daily to take my thoughts captive and to focus only on the things in my life that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy.


Moms, muffins and Manicures

I went to Wilson’s preschool for the Mothers Day Muffins and Manicures event. It was very cute. When we arrived we found Wilson’s name and our spot at the table. First we put together a picture of him that had been cut up into puzzle pieces. Then we ate muffins and drank juice. We were seated across the table from each other so that we could see each other and then he could paint my nails. After the muffins he got to work. Orange nail Polish was sitting next to us so we used that one. I had a cocktail party to go to that night and was considering wearing orange so it was fine. Because wilson has an older sister he actually has some experience with painting nails. (He used to paint his own). He did a pretty good job with the first hand but had run out of patience by the sixth finger. Needless to say, I had much more orange on the fingers of the second hand than the first. I definitely had a bit of cleaning up to so before my party that night. Wilson was still happy with his work. Even two days later he is checking my nails to make sure they are still colored. I am not sure when I am going to be able to take it off without hurting his feelings.

Wilson and I don’t get to do too many things together just one-on-one. This was a fun little event for us to spend some quality time together and I thoroughly enjoyed it.