Here was my pick-me-up for the day when I went to school to have lunch with Luke and his kindergarten class:
Kenny: "Hey, aren't you Gabe's other grandma?"
Mind you I have Josie strapped to my chest. How many grandmas do you see like that?
But, as I wiped my tears with my crippled, arthritic grandma hand, there was this:
Levi to music teacher who is pregnant with twins: "Your babies are going to be ogres!"
Moral of the story; when you think you've got it bad, someone always has it worse. At least I'm not pregnant with ogres.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Life at 9
Tonight my heart hurts for my sensitive boy.
My boy with the sensitive heart. Who notices if I look down. Who makes not only his breakfast but his brother's while I am nursing Josie in the morning. And then sometimes cleans it all up just to be nice. Who wakes up whenever Josie does in the night fretting that she is upset. Who get so excited for his birthday he counts down for WEEKS and asks all of his invited guest if they prefer pepperoni or cheese pizza. Cupcakes or cake? The boy with the sensitive heart who gets hurt so easily.
He is convinced no one on his baseball team likes him. Why do you think that? I just can tell he says. Because I accidentally stepped on someone's drink tonight and made it leak out and they all said, "Jack!" And that's all it takes for him. Because the downside of a sensitive heart is that you personally feel every comment that comes your way as a knife digging in to your heart.
So I laid with him tonight trying to convince him to know himself and who he is on the inside. Believe who he is and not what anyone else tells him of who he is. To be comfortable in his own skin and not try too hard to be cool or likeable.
Which is so easy to say from someone who at 39 is still wondering if that person likes me. And if not, why not. So easy to give the advice and yet not follow it still myself.
So my heart aches for him and my worries lie heavy on my heart because I don't know how to help him. That same sensitive heart that I love works against him so often and it makes me so sad to see him feel so down on himself.
My boy with the sensitive heart. Who notices if I look down. Who makes not only his breakfast but his brother's while I am nursing Josie in the morning. And then sometimes cleans it all up just to be nice. Who wakes up whenever Josie does in the night fretting that she is upset. Who get so excited for his birthday he counts down for WEEKS and asks all of his invited guest if they prefer pepperoni or cheese pizza. Cupcakes or cake? The boy with the sensitive heart who gets hurt so easily.
He is convinced no one on his baseball team likes him. Why do you think that? I just can tell he says. Because I accidentally stepped on someone's drink tonight and made it leak out and they all said, "Jack!" And that's all it takes for him. Because the downside of a sensitive heart is that you personally feel every comment that comes your way as a knife digging in to your heart.
So I laid with him tonight trying to convince him to know himself and who he is on the inside. Believe who he is and not what anyone else tells him of who he is. To be comfortable in his own skin and not try too hard to be cool or likeable.
Which is so easy to say from someone who at 39 is still wondering if that person likes me. And if not, why not. So easy to give the advice and yet not follow it still myself.
So my heart aches for him and my worries lie heavy on my heart because I don't know how to help him. That same sensitive heart that I love works against him so often and it makes me so sad to see him feel so down on himself.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
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