Motherhood Mahem

There are days that I look at my beautiful daughters and I couldn't be happier or prouder.  Then there are days (much like earlier today) when I could pull my hair out in frustration from their behavior.  Whoever said that little girls was sugar and spice and everything nice sure doesn't know my little blessings.   All day long I have broken up K1 and K2 from fighting.  "She hit me, She took my game, She made a face at me", etc., etc. etc.   Aye, aye, aye. It went on All. Day. Long.   Breaking them up from hitting and kicking each other, taking away their DS players and games, putting them in time out, talking with them about why their behavior towards each other was not the way to treat another individual.  Only for this cycle to start again, then again, and later again.  I had assumed that by buying each of my older girls their very own DS player that we would cut out the fighting between them.  Well, we all know the saying that goes with assuming.  Yup.  That's me.  Of course, they want the same game at the same time.  What was I thinking?  They only own 25 games .... why in the world would I think that each girl would be able to play nicely without fighting over games.  Why oh why didn't I buy two copies of 'Cooking Mama' or 'Nintendo Cats'.  Oh yeah ... I'm not made of money!

K1 & K2 ... 2006 ... typical of my girls ... fighting over something one has the other wants ..

On days like this I really do think the Lord has a sense of humor.  He probably looks in on our family and chuckles to himself at my red face and watching me trying to control my temper by counting to 10 ... 15 ... sometimes 20 when I am really frustrated.  He probably gets a good knee slap over me receiving back tenfold the troubles I placed on my own Mama by being so irony.  Yup.  I do think he does.  Mama told me when I was pregnant with K1 that she hoped that I would have a baby that proved to be 10 times more irony then I was as a youngen'.  Know what?  She's wishing she could take that statement back now.  HAHAHAHA.  Guess the saying be careful what you wish for applies here.  My little angels are very stubborn, hardheaded, irony, with a touch of spitfire and boy do they like to test authority.  What ever made me think that being 17 months apart would make K1 and K2 the best of friends?  (but to be fair - my little blessings can be the sweetest, most loving little girls I've ever seen too.  And they are both smart as a whip - whatever that quote may mean!)

Now, late this afternoon, things did finally get better.  The girls settled down and played nicely together and acted like the best of friends and we was able to sit down for an awesome conversation.   K1 and K2 sat with me discussing some things we talked about in the last few days with our Girl Scout Troop.  Yesterday, (Saturday) we participated in a World Thinking Day event.  Our 'thinking' was centered around world hunger and how we can stamp out world hunger and help others.  We talked a lot about the Haitians and what they are going through trying to recover from the earthquake.  My girls was especially tuned into the children there.  They were shocked to learn that the children didn't always get a lunch during their school day.  They were shocked to hear that those children didn't have the simple blessings we take for granted here.  K1 loves school and couldn't believe that the Haitian children didn't have the simple supplies needed to learn available to them as easily as she does.   My girls touched my heart when they said they want to make a difference for those children somehow.  We talked it over and they want to do a mission project collecting various school supplies for the Haitian children.  We prayed over it and I do believe we are going to attempt to start this with our church and possibly expand this out to our Girl Scout Troop as well. 

Sugar and spice and everything nice ... no, not quite. A blessing wrapped in mischief and adventure more like it with a dash of sweet.  Motherhood sure isn't easy but even on the hard days I cannot think of anything that I would rather be doing with my life.  When I tuck those little girls into bed at night, putting legs back under the covers, moving their slender bodies back into the center of the bed I look down on them and I thank the Lord over and over again for the amazing gift he gave me.  The gift of life.  For my life and for theirs.  I thank him for bringing so much love into my heart and for every day teaching me something new. I thank him for the hard times I encounter - as they are a learning process often with valuable lessons.  But mostly I thank him for sending his only son here to Earth to show us his love and for Jesus saving each and every one of us so we can look forward to one day spending an enternity within the gates of Heaven. 

How truly blessed I am.

My beautiful blessings .. 2009 at the beach.  Thank you Lord for bringing them into my life. 

Every good & perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly light, who

does not change like shifting shadows.  James 1:17 NIV