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Some days I’m clawing for worth. I mope around, looking under the couch for Charlie’s stuffed Bee while he whines behind me. Suddenly, I’m pining for the self I wanted to be when I was seven. The seven-year-old me wanted to be known, to have some measure of my value etched upon the world like [...]
Unleashing God’s Smallest Warriors
This article originally published in the Feb.-Mar. 2010 issue of Deeper. For more articles on faith and family or to subscribe via e-mail to the Mom’s Moments and Deeper Newsletters, go here.
My son, Toby, turned five on January 12th. Our family laughed over pizza at his favorite restaurant just as the whole of Port [...]
His truck is a work of art. A gigantic, belching, rank, marvel of lever technology. It has a claw. An enormously frightening, squeaking, crunching claw. I am postively riveted. Fascinated, really.
I love the groaning engine, the hissing brakes, the smack of the bin against the hungry chomping mouth. I love the way it gobbles the [...]
Actually, she lives down the street. I am not sure what manner of charms she imposed on Toby or if it is just her gloriously shiny blond hair, but he has suddenly become the pre-school version of George Clooney, flaunting three whole years of sophistication around the driveway on his swanky red trike.
He held nothing [...]
It gets a little annoying.
I can’t remember exchanging Toby’s personality from pleasantly compliant charmer to compulsively opinionated dictator. Yet here I am with snot streaming down my nose while he separates individual sections of toilet paper into satisfactory squares. No, I won’t hurry up, he says as his chubby fingers work to remove a rogue [...]
The flu. A very long, feverful, snot-tacular, exhaustingly monotonous crater in our late winter bliss. It is the malefactor I now blame for my son’s relentless presence beside me in Sunday morning service.
It started out as sober precaution. A desire to not relive eight straight days of isolation and nauseating amounts of Thomas and Friends. [...]
Can someone please invite me on a long trip to France until Toby turns four?
I can’t spend another day skipping smilingly around the house like an imbecilic Pollyanna gently coaxing him to perform the simplest task.
If I don’t help him put on his Thomas underwear he gets frustrated. If I do help him he unleashes [...]
Sometimes I just want to have a moment to myself to think. A moment where Alec Baldwin is not reading the narrative to Thomas and Friends on t.v. in competition with the dog’s incessant barking at the patio door. A moment where baby Charlie is not crawling around my lap like a confused gerbil, slinging [...]
Over the last year Toby has traveled from the land of shrieking tantrum throwing and erratic hand gesturing to the peaceful bliss of real language. (Okay, shrieking tantrums are still a part of life, but at least now we can ask him why) Although his vocabulary is extensive enough to provide hours of what Aunt [...]
The crock pot is still out on the counter from last night’s roast, rinsed but not scrubbed. The kitchen rag has fallen into the sink and collected bits of uneaten food from our dirty plates. The dog is on the back porch barking to be let in the house. Folded clothes wait to be put [...]
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