It’s been three days of prepping for our road trip tomorrow plus the daily things a mom of two boys home on summer vacation do.
I know it sounds kind of goofy, but the Parent For A Day game was a such a success so I went with it and we played “Thanksland” on Monday.
I am weary of the constant complaining in my house and am aware of my own lack in giving thanks. Ann has really inspired me to pay attention and receive everything as a gift of God’s grace for my good and His glory. So I told the boys Monday that we were going to play “Thanksland” from breakfast till lunch. In “Thanksland” everyone speaks Thanksese. Whatever your choice of words, it had to contain a verbal giving of thanks. So it began, “Mom, thanks for the cereal, but can I have eggs?” And when the complaining wanted to start coming (about the same time as the chores started), warnings were handed out like citations. Three citations equaled an unpleasant chore.
It was funny hearing us give thanks out loud in literally every sentence, but I noticed two things:
1. There was no complaining.
2. There was a lot more smiling and laughing.
I need to give thanks out loud more often! What would it be like if literally every sentence I spoke contained some form of saying “thank you” or “thank You Lord” or “I’m thankful for…”? I’d probably get some raised eyebrows but there’d be less frown lines around my brows.
Today I attended a “total conditioning” class at the gym. It was 75 minutes of non-stop movement. I’m completely spent. Crossfit leaves me feeling the same way but in only 30 minutes.
I feel really bad for my husband. He had filling fall out a few weeks ago and a week ago his dentist put a temporary crown on it. Yesterday he went in to have the permanent crown put on but somehow, in the yanking off of the temporary one, some of the build up fell off and after painful attempts at re-building, they told him he’d have to live with another temporary for a couple more weeks while they send off the new mold of the broken, but rebuilt stub under his crown.
He said the appointment was sheer torture. He’s not one to complain of pain, but tonight, while eating, his tooth pain brought him to his knees. He said the 2nd temporary crown is now loose. And we’re leaving in the morning for a road trip. Not good!
I despise dental pain! I really hope his tooth isn’t killing him the whole trip. You know the saying if momma aint happy… Well in my house its daddy who keeps the thermostat for that. I’d be a grump too if I had a stabbing pain in my tooth my entire vacation! On the up side, maybe he’ll get to eat some good clam chowder.
I’m looking forward to being with my sisters, brothers, parents, grandparents, and nephews, but I am really going to miss my Pathway family.
Connor’s All Star experience was an experience. When parents act like tantrum-throwing toddlers regarding their 9 year old’s baseball I realize who so many kids are so disrespectful to each other and adults. His team lost both of their tournament games pretty badly. The coach is a very patient, nice guy, unlike some of the dad’s of the kids on his team. He choked back tears after last night’s loss, saying people told him if he coached All Stars he’d loose friends. I couldn’t bear the silence and spoke up amongst the disgruntled, but respectful parents gathered round to listen. We all felt the same way- we felt he’d made wrong choices for the games, but we respected him as the coach, kept our opinions to ourselves, and cheered our kids on. The adult toddler had yanked his son out in cursing rage on Monday night and wasn’t there to hear this well-meaning man explain. I offered, “We appreciate your patience Coach! Good work!” My husband clapped in support and the kids he coached came running to give him a good hug.
You can disagree and still show respect for the person doing the leading. That’s what it means to hupotosso. It’s easy to tear down a person in a position of leadership or authority. It doesn’t require any strength to cuss and yell and make a scene. Strength under control is displayed when you voluntarily carry a burden of living with the decisions of a person in authority. Lord give me the grace to do just that!