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Awed by the little ones; to be like the little ones…

WOW is all I can say!

Our VBS (Vacation Bible School) started yesterday, and this year instead of doing the usual programs where the kids break into classes, we are doing Mega Sports Camp. The kids are broken up into sports… baseball, soccer, basketball, and cheer. It is SO awesome! I stood back and watched these huge groups of kids of all ages play together, practice together, laugh together, and FELLOWSHIP! During assembly time, the kids all sit together according to their chosen sport… and it is so heartwarming to see kids of all ages come together and jump into the program! Our youth are the sports coaches, and let me tell you those kids are REALLY into this program! During assembly, they got up in the front and sang and really got all the little kids fired up, and FIRED UP FOR JESUS!!! It’s such an amazing thing to watch and be a part of… I could almost sit here and cry!

Lil Man surprised me last night as we worked on a little parent/child at home VBS project… there were a couple questions about the Bible lesson they learned during assembly, and he knew EVERY answer! He loses interest after a few minutes, normally, but he obviously didn’t lose interest at VBS. Talk about making a mama feel all warm and fuzzy when  the little one says “Jesus is the Lord” and “I love Jesus as much as I love you Mommy!”  To Lil Man, that is a lot because he tells me all day long that he loves me… obviously something that is on his mind. Well, obviously his love of Jesus is on his mind too, all day long!!

Those young little minds are like sponges… absorbing any and everything around them… their eyes light up at the mention of His name… smiles spread from cheek to cheek as they learn about their Jesus! Oh how I pray to always  have the eagerness to learn His Word as a little child.

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Oh my how time flies…

Today is my Lil Man’s birthday… his 6th birthday. Oh how the last 6 years have flown by. I have said since the day he was born, eight weeks early, that he was my little miracle. He couldn’t wait to make his grand appearance in this world; in fact, he started trying to make his appearance at only 16 weeks gestation. It’s fitting that he was born on Memorial Day, and a memorable birth it was for the entire family!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Mommy’s little boy… who is not so little anymore. You’re growing up way too fast!

Me: “You’re getting too big. I can’t believe you’re going to be six. I think you should be four instead.”

Lil Man: “I can’t go backwards Mommy. It don’t work that way.”

He really IS growing up way to fast! Slow down some Little Man… let your Mommy catch up!

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A letter to my crush…

Oh haha, this one doesn’t seem quite fair. Because, well, my crush is the Hubster… and I wrote the first letter to him! But you know what, I have other crushes. Not crushes in the “romantic” sense, but crushes nonetheless. So…

Week 2 — Your Crush

To my four amazing kiddos,

Yes, I am writing you four a letter on “crush” day. What? I am not weird so just get that out of your heads! There is nothing wrong with a mom having a crush on her kids. Nothing at all. This kind of crush is the kind only a mother can understand.

It started the minute I found out you were going to be born.  Each experience was different, but my feelings were the same with each one of you.  I can’t describe what an amazing and wonderful privilege it is to carry a child.  I can’t describe the bond that forms from the very first moment.  And that bond only grows stronger and stronger with each passing day.

I remember how, with each one of you, I worried over picking your name– wondering if the name I chose would fit your personality.  I remember how I wondered what kind of personality you’d have.  I remember how excited I was the first time I felt each one of you move– from the first tiny ‘flutter’ to a full-on kick.  I can’t tell you how many hours I spent with my hand on my swollen tummy just talking to you.

When you each were born, I remember thinking the same thing… how beautiful!  There aren’t words to describe the feeling of meeting your child face to face for the first time.  There is nothing that compares.

My love for you is far deeper than a crush; but I did crush on each one of you every time you did something new.  Every smile, every giggle, every step.  Yes, a full on crush; and over the simplest of things!

It has been such an honor to be your mother, to watch you grow, and to share in all your milestones.  I am so incredibly blessed that God chose me to be your mother… and I love you all more than anything on earth.

You are my babies, no matter how big you get; no matter how old you are; no matter how grown you think you are.  You will always be my babies.  And I will always love you unconditionally.

Now go clean your room! ;)

Love,
Mom

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Photo credit: Filomena Scalise / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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Early morning mustard seeds…

On a day I could have actually slept in (you know those days are so rare!), I woke this morning just before 5.  Too early for a Saturday; but since I was wide awake with no chance of going back to sleep, I decided to get up, make coffee, and start my day slowly.  I enjoyed a nice long bath (without the usual interruptions since the kids were all still snugly slumbering) and just… relaxed.

After getting dressed and making myself a cup of coffee, I decided to grab my book and snuggled under the warm comfort of my bed and read.  Not long after, my Lil Man woke up (of course he slept with us last night, again) all smiles, and within a few seconds jumped up and said, “I’m going to get my Bible and read it.”

I smiled both inwardly and outwardly and told him, “Okay, go get it and you can snuggled to me and read it.”  He was gone and back in a flash, and snuggled under the blanket next to me with it propped on his chest, pretending to read.  I honestly think that has to be the single best morning moment of my life.  That my Lil Man’s first thought when he woke was to get his Bible and ‘read’ it (even though he can’t read) warmed my heart to unknown depths.

It’s in moments like this that I’m reminded of mustard seeds.  We, as his parents, have planted the seed in Lil Man’s heart and God is working to grow that seed– even at the tender age of five.  I think of all the children, so sweet and innocent, who don’t have the benefit of Christian parents and who could, possibly, go through their entire lives without being sprinkled with the seeds of the Word and it breaks my heart.

I’d like to think that somewhere along the way, they will hear the Word of God; but the truth is that some children become adults without ever hearing the Gospel, without ever knowing there truly is a loving and merciful Savior awaiting them.  There are children who are born to families who don’t believe, who practice religions that don’t worship the One and Only Living God.  There are children born to families whose religion is based on false doctrine and false word and false gods.  I don’t know which scenario is the most heartbreaking– those who never hear, or those who are taught lies.

It is so hard to fathom the vast numbers of people who don’t know the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  It is mind-boggling and gut-wrenching.  I look at my sweet little boy and see the nameless faces of millions of children all over the world– their faces just as sweet and just as innocent, and I know that God loves them and wants them to spend eternity with Him.

Mustard seeds.  I keep thinking of mustard seeds.

“Jesus loves the little children.  All the children of the world.  Red and yellow, black and white.  They are precious in his sight.  Jesus loves the little children of the world.”

Today I pray for mustard seeds; that all the little children of the world will come to know Jesus and His love for them; and that they will grow in their faith and love and accept His open arms of saving grace.

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My lunch date with a super-handsome fella!

Today was parent’s day at my Little Man’s school… we got to each lunch with our kindergartners!

We were all to be there a little early and in doing so, were able to observe the class during one of their lessons.  Naturally, my Little Man was being his  usual silly self… acting like he was Spider Man shooting spidey-webs out of his palms and under the table.  Of course, most of it was just him being silly and showing off because I was there… he kept turning around and grinning at me.  That smile just melts my heart, but I had to be Mama and tell him to turn around and pay attention.  They were working on one of their math lessons:  counting and comparing pictures, subtracting (finding the difference) and greater-than/less-than.  Interesting stuff.  Little Man was saying all the answers between shooting his spidey-webs under the table and at the wall.  At least he was getting the answers right.  Right?  lol

So then it was time to go to lunch and my Little Man was line leader today!  He grabbed my hand and told me to go to the front with him “Cuz I liiiine leeeeader!”   It was so cute watching the kids walk to the lunch room– they have to travel from their building across the campus, outside, to another building.  All of them follow one particular crack in the sidewalk… and naturally my little one is the airplane flying recklessly and leading the pack!  Still, it was so cute.

I quickly learned that Lil Man did not inherit his daddy’s patience– because he wasn’t very good at waiting in that long long line.  But we finally made it into the food area, and that’s where the real silliness began.

Today’s menu was chicken nuggets, broccoli and cheese, mashed potatoes, yeast rolls, and sliced fruit.  On the adult menu was turkey and cheese on whole wheat and the salad bar.  Lil Man wanted me to eat chicken nuggets because “they’re so so goooooooood” so I followed his lead (he thought he was teaching me something!) and grabbed a chicken nugget tray.  Next was the rolls.  “You got to get one a those big breads mommy they’re so gooooooood.”  He reached up and grabbed himself the biggest one he could get his little hands on then waited for me to grab one for myself.  Then we moved on down to the vegetable section.  “What is that stuff?”  (imagine a wrinkled nose here– it was the broccoli smothered in cheese)  “It’s broccoli and cheese.  You should try some.”  “Ohhhh no, I don’t like that stuff.”  So then I pointed out the mashed potatoes and asked if he wanted any.  “I don’t want some but you do!”  He was so fast it amazed me… he grabbed a bowl and had it on my tray before he even finished answering me.  He wanted to make sure his mommy got the good food.  lol  So then we got a big bowl of sliced apples and oranges, chocolate milk for each of us, and headed for the tables where he proceeded to show me how to get ketchup and sauce for the nuggets.  (But not before he grabbed a packet of crackers from the salad bar… when I asked, he said “because I like them.”  It was so cute watching him show me around, him being the big boy and teaching mommy how to make her way through the lunch room.  And even cuter than that was how proud he was of himself when we got to the table and sat down to eat!

It was so nice sitting down with him in his element and spending part of his day with him.  And I have to say, I was very pleased with the lunch menu– the get to choose two vegetables and a fruit, plus fruit juice or milk.   It’s much more healthy than when I was in school.  The chicken nuggets were baked and were surprisingly good– not at all what I expected of school food.  The mashed potatoes were very tasty.  I can’t tell you anything about the broccoli because I didn’t get any… to be quite honest, it looked more like a cheese soup with broccoli in it.  But another parent who sat across from me said it was surprisingly very good!  In fact, all the parents seemed surprised and pleased to know that our kids are being fed foods that taste good, and foods that they like.

When the school year first began, I sent him with a lunch that I prepared every morning.  (I felt that the school lunches weren’t good and most likely not very healthy.)  After about a week, he begged me to let him eat at school because “they cook good food mama, I saw it.”  So I gave in and let him start eating school food.  (Plus Miss Priss gave me the skinny on their food also, and that was a pretty good grade.)  From what I saw, and ate, today… I feel better about that choice.

When it was time to go, I got a huge neck hug and big kiss on my cheek; and he told me “I love you mommy.”  It was sooo sooo sooo sweet.  Then he told me he’d see me after while and blew me a kiss as I was leaving.  I swear, that kid just melts my heart!   I love being his mama!

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