My, oh my. It has been so long since I have sat down at my computer to "blog". I have to admit I do miss it- so even though my mind is thinking of a million different things that my body should be doing right now, I will demand it to stay focused. I can't promise it will make any sense, my mind is in a state of stupidity. Want an example? D forgot his work keys this morning and needed me to bring them to him. I loaded up all the kids specifically heading to town to complete this ONE task, and 1/2 way there I remembered that I had forgotten the keys. Surely I can't be alone in these silly acts. What happens to our brains? I mean seriously, somedays I feel like I should be admitted somewhere. Then again, some days, a padded, quiet cell would be a really great idea. Anyway, today, let's talk about how kids say the darndst things!
Yesterday while changing little Pip's diaper, I almost lost my life. I opened that thing up and the most pungent, rotten, who-ha smell slapped me across my face. Without going into to much detail about my poor child's unmentionable, I knew we needed to seek out some help from the doctor. So I called and scheduled the appointment. I've been having some doctor appointments for myself here recently and have pretty much exhausted my childcare resources, so I knew I was going to have to tow everyone along. We charged their tablets, got dressed in our finest sweatpants and headed out. I was so proud that while I was at the window checking in my kids were sitting so quietly and politely. They were getting along great and playing on their tablets. (*side note* Is it just me or does every other momma out there feel judgmental glaring eyes when you mention your kiddos with technology? I try my best to limit their time, and feel they still have great imaginations, but sometimes Kindle fires and Dora episodes are great babysitters...and hey, we all need a break from time to time! Be free from the guilt and shame my fellow kid wranglers!) Back to my story- I should have learned by now in life that as soon as my heart begins to swell, and I get an insy-winsy tiny bit prideful about my kids, the fall comes soon after. Today it was in the form of a little person. I turned around just in time to see him walk in the office door, sporting his rather large bum da bum, and prayed to the good Lord in heaven that Micah's eyes would stay glued to his screen. Every mom knows this situation. We've all been in it. The panic that instantly attacks us when thinking "Oh my, what are they going to say? And how loud are they going to say it?" There were roughly 30 other chairs open in the waiting room on this particular day, but to that guy none looked quite as inviting as the chair that was right. in. front. of. batman. Yup. That was the lucky seat. I hurried to find a seat next to batman thinking distraction and some good defense was my only chance at avoiding an embarrassing situation. Then, batman looked up. He locked eyes with that sweet, little man sitting across from him, then casually looked back down at his tablet. I thought to myself, well that was easy. But again, I thought to soon! His little head flew back up in the air, and he quickly exclaimed, "Momma! Look at the man!" I laugh because we have all been there, but this is also when I pray to God that I don't fail these awesome teachable moments. I leaned in close and said, "Batman, look around, is there anyone else in this room that looks just like you?" He looked around and quietly said "No." So I continued to explain, "Exactly! Jesus is so cool and creative that He made us all look so different! That's what makes you Batman, and that's what makes that man, that man! Jesus loves all of us, and he thinks he made us all perfect, and special! How cool is that??!" He agreed it was pretty cool, and the I am assuming the mom of our little man friend gave me a wink and a smile, and mouthed the words, "Thank you" to me. It warmed my heart. Now before you go thinking I am all perfect and blah, blah, blah. Batman did quickly forget our conversation and tried to call his sisters attention to our new friend to which I wasn't so nice and Christ like. I grabbed his finger, squeezed real hard, gave him my best "mom look", and said through gritted teeth, "Not another word!". Did that scare you? Can you just hear my tone? It did the trick.
So I feel this need to always look put together, and clean, and stylish when I go to the doctors office. I don't know why, I just do. So what happened next was also very humbling. I think while I am writing this post God is showing me exactly why he blessed our family with Batman, he is so good at keeping us all humble...and dying laughing! Here's what happened:
Batman: "Umm, Mrs. Doctor, I've been here before. I have."
Doctor: "Wow, that's really cool!"
Batman: "Yep. Hey, you wike my sweatshirt?"
Doctor: "I sure do! Virginia Cavaliers- that's awesome."
Batman: "Yep. You see dis white stuff right here?"
Doctor: "Yes..."
Batman: "Yeah, dat's some bird poop."
Great. That's just great son. I didn't even know how to cover that one up. I'm pretty sure it was just the white salty stuff off the side of our van- but I can't even be positive. Kids are just awesome.
Well, I am going to do my best at staying in this blogging world, I really am! I must go get lunch ready for my kiddos. Hang in there mommas, you are amazing. You work really hard all day long, and your kids listen to you more then you are aware. Slow down and take the time to help them see the beauty in something that looks a little different today...
Peace, Love, and PB&J.
Laura
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