Dearest Elijah and John,
What an adventure we are on this coming summer! Aren't you so glad you have a Dad who seeks out fun (I use that term loosely) new things for us to do?
Last summer our adventure revolved around long car trips to Colorado. Watching Dad race his heart out. Hiking and seeing some amazing Creation.
This summer we all got roped in. All. Of. Us. When Dad proposed the idea of us doing a race together this summer it was Winter. There was snow and the prospect of careening down a mountain on two wheels was far away. Now it is Spring. Now we have a weekly ride schedule. Now we have a weekly babysitter. This. Is. Serious.
You boys have no idea how far out of my comfort zone mountain biking is. It is dangerous. I don't do dangerous. It is hard work. I try to avoid hard work. Did I mention it is dangerous?
We joke that no one wants to ride behind me at Leader's Park because my descending speed is more like a crawl. I don't see that changing any time soon.
But this Mama is willing to risk life and limb to be with you. I'll take on dangerous to bond and have you think I am a "cool mom". It is one of the many things this Mama does.
I love you two like no other!
I love you morer mostest.
With Joy,
Mom
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Listen
My dearest boys,
We use the word "listen" a lot, don't we? "John, listen to what I am saying." "Mom, listen to this joke." "Can we listen to that song again?!"
But we don't really listen, do we? We keep reading. We plan responses/arguments/jokes in our heads. We answer before the other person is even done talking. God put it on my heart that I really need to work on my listening in 2016. It's my One Word for the year.
I have a terrible habit of planning my response while others are talking. I have a terrible habit of half-listening when others are excitedly telling me about something that happened last year (or yesterday). I have a terrible habit of tuning out what I don't want to hear.
God tells us in the Bible a couple of times to listen to his son, Jesus. Listening is important; being heard is not. I once heard someone say, "God gave you two ears and one mouth so you should listen twice as much as you talk." Yikes!
So, I am listening. I am listening to what you say, what you don't say, and what your behavior is saying. I am listening to what God is trying to teach me through studying His word. I am listening to other moms and ladies who are way wiser than me so I can better mom you.
I am listening.
With Joy, my loves,
Mom
We use the word "listen" a lot, don't we? "John, listen to what I am saying." "Mom, listen to this joke." "Can we listen to that song again?!"
But we don't really listen, do we? We keep reading. We plan responses/arguments/jokes in our heads. We answer before the other person is even done talking. God put it on my heart that I really need to work on my listening in 2016. It's my One Word for the year.
I have a terrible habit of planning my response while others are talking. I have a terrible habit of half-listening when others are excitedly telling me about something that happened last year (or yesterday). I have a terrible habit of tuning out what I don't want to hear.
God tells us in the Bible a couple of times to listen to his son, Jesus. Listening is important; being heard is not. I once heard someone say, "God gave you two ears and one mouth so you should listen twice as much as you talk." Yikes!
So, I am listening. I am listening to what you say, what you don't say, and what your behavior is saying. I am listening to what God is trying to teach me through studying His word. I am listening to other moms and ladies who are way wiser than me so I can better mom you.
I am listening.
With Joy, my loves,
Mom
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Rebranding
Dearly loved sons,
Mama got a little (maybe a lot) off track on this blog. I saw others garner attention, fame, and fortune from their little diatribes. I feed a deep seeded need in my soul to be known, acknowledged, applauded.
My intention when I started this blog was to keep a record of thoughts and stuff (that's a technical word) for you to look back on when you are older. I had no idea in 2007 that 7 years later there would be four of you but I am sure grateful there are. I created it as a place to process my thoughts so that I could better teach you about life.
But I haven't done that. I have tried to be clever, cute and catchy. Which has resulted in hurt feelings when the response was not what I expected. Pride comes before the fall Solomon tells us in Proverbs 16:18. God opposed the proud James tells us in James 4:6.
All done! I am sorry, boys, for getting off track. For forgetting that you are my best audience. I am rebranding (if I ever had a brand) this blog. A collection of letters to you boys. A collection you will hopefully cherish and learn from.
I love you all so dearly it nearly stifles me.
With Joy Always,
Mama
Mama got a little (maybe a lot) off track on this blog. I saw others garner attention, fame, and fortune from their little diatribes. I feed a deep seeded need in my soul to be known, acknowledged, applauded.
My intention when I started this blog was to keep a record of thoughts and stuff (that's a technical word) for you to look back on when you are older. I had no idea in 2007 that 7 years later there would be four of you but I am sure grateful there are. I created it as a place to process my thoughts so that I could better teach you about life.
But I haven't done that. I have tried to be clever, cute and catchy. Which has resulted in hurt feelings when the response was not what I expected. Pride comes before the fall Solomon tells us in Proverbs 16:18. God opposed the proud James tells us in James 4:6.
All done! I am sorry, boys, for getting off track. For forgetting that you are my best audience. I am rebranding (if I ever had a brand) this blog. A collection of letters to you boys. A collection you will hopefully cherish and learn from.
I love you all so dearly it nearly stifles me.
With Joy Always,
Mama
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