Saturday Night
This has to have been one of the toughest weeks in my parenting experience thus far. Plowing through testing, school work, practice, shopping, and then handling the complex emotional upset of two of 'em handling friend stuff they've never encountered before. Sigh. The hardest part being that I can talk and talk and listen and listen, soothe, rub backs, sing, pray, read, then talk and listen some more, and still just want to take away the pain this is causing them. I know the long-term useful approach is not for me to make it all better, and they really do have to experience difficult things - this is the first time I've really been accosted by the desire to wrap 'em all in bubble wrap and swaddle them softly.
Some of the children may be a little big for swaddling.
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore my kids? This evening G and E and I were chatting about Napoleon. I offered that, depending on who you ask, he was a brilliant man or a despot. They replied in unison, "Or both."
E has spent much of the last week wallowing in logical fallacies. Her outbursts have become hilarious. We don't go anywhere or hear any news without her offering up a shriek of "ad hominem!" and etc. Love it.
This morning while we were getting ready for church, S was singing made up songs about beavers to Q. She detailed their habits, protective instincts, habitat, and more, in rhyming couplets (in the style of rock opera). K had already contributed her vocal and lyrical stylings while I was getting ready. She walked through the kitchen, musing emphatically to herself: "If I ever have a pet beaver, I'm naming it Justin." Her head popped up and she looked around. "What!? I'll make sure he has all his singing stuff!" (Snicker - what does one say?)
I have a couple extra punkins here tonight while their parents have some much-deserved alone time. They all played hard this afternoon and evening and are sacked out now. I'm sneaking out of here and off to bed before someone decides to change that.
XO.
Some of the children may be a little big for swaddling.
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore my kids? This evening G and E and I were chatting about Napoleon. I offered that, depending on who you ask, he was a brilliant man or a despot. They replied in unison, "Or both."
E has spent much of the last week wallowing in logical fallacies. Her outbursts have become hilarious. We don't go anywhere or hear any news without her offering up a shriek of "ad hominem!" and etc. Love it.
This morning while we were getting ready for church, S was singing made up songs about beavers to Q. She detailed their habits, protective instincts, habitat, and more, in rhyming couplets (in the style of rock opera). K had already contributed her vocal and lyrical stylings while I was getting ready. She walked through the kitchen, musing emphatically to herself: "If I ever have a pet beaver, I'm naming it Justin." Her head popped up and she looked around. "What!? I'll make sure he has all his singing stuff!" (Snicker - what does one say?)
I have a couple extra punkins here tonight while their parents have some much-deserved alone time. They all played hard this afternoon and evening and are sacked out now. I'm sneaking out of here and off to bed before someone decides to change that.
XO.
2 comments:
One of the hardest things in life is having your child suffer - what must God go through?
I honestly don't know how you juggle everything--I barely get myself coordinated and out the door most days! Kudos to all you do.
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