Thursday, October 2, 2014

Creator of their childhood

Who am I? What matters most in my life as a mom? 

You see our world has got some things wrong, in my opinion.
We can be obsessed with football.
We can be obsessed with shoes. 
We can be obsessed and love running. 
We can be obsessed with our dogs and taking trips.
We can be obsessed with Facebook and our phones.
We can be obsessed with college.   

 some people think it's strange when you're obsessed with your children.
(in a loving normal kinda way)

In John 3;16 it says
For God So loved the world He gave His only Son.      

He So loved.
Oh those words pierce me..
We sing about How much He loves us and adores us and forgives us
and runs after us.
How He sent His only son to die for us.
He So loved.

I try and  live with the no regret policy for my life, I have So loved my family.
(Believe me I still  have my own regrets because I'm not perfect.. only God is)
I So love them.

After 21 years that doesn't stop or lessen. I am that mom who
makes thick pallets and lays with you when you're sick.
I make over you and I pray over you and I make your favorite meals
and drive miles just to get you anything you need or want.
I pour myself out because at the end of the day, nothing I do is as important to me as ..

So Love

I love big.
I'm not lying
I just do
and I can't change that, nor do I want to.
I want my children to love the Lord and have good, happy child-hood memories and that they
can say home was the sweetest place ever.

 I want them to remember that their home smelled good with stuff baking.
It was comfy with blankets on beds passed down by grandmas.
It was a resting place when you were sick.
It was loud and crazy and  most of all
their parents
SO loved them.

I So love them.Every stinking thing about each of them. Yeah, they have their faults but you know what? So do I and we forgive each other and we live this life together piled up like puppies. I am the creator of their child-hood...I hold in my hand the key to making their memories good or bad. (N.d. Wilson) Guess what, I choose good. I choose to be the screaming cheerleader.. being their biggest fan. 
I know, more than ever now, that these precious years fade and the telling of stories and butterflies and flag football days out in the yard are taken over by 'real life.

You can't fix their world with muffins and blankets anymore.
They're in real life and all you can do is walk beside them 
and a lot of  times pray to the One who loves them more.

So much more than we do.

but the ones I have at home.
I can teach them how to navigate deep waters and adore them and
 So love them ...
and I do.

I find them so fascinating, like what is she thinking? We're studying Timothy and how to have a content life ..Shes taking notes in her journal. I am silent. She just simply takes my breathe away.
She is 8 years old and she knows nothing except contentedness. She wakes up happy and goes to bed sleepy and looks at you as you tuck her in and wraps her arms around you and says

 "I love you mama"

I love the way Joe kisses me right on the lips. Every single time. None of the other kids do this
they kiss me on the forehead or on the cheek but Joe he goes for the lips. I love the way this guy loves football. You can ask him what team is ranked where and he can spit out the numbers like a talk show host.  Joe what's Alabama ranked? "3" What about Texas A&M? ...etc

I love the way Ellie holds dough and the way her voice is the small voice of an angel.
she never speaks louder than a whisper.
I have to lean in and pull her close.
She loves the kitchen and when I'm in there she is there.

I love the way Cullen says "bless your heart"  and the way he still makes a heart
with his hands and gets my attention.
Finger Heart staring at me.

He has a very soft heart and when we talk about what his life is going to look
like when he grows up he talks about being a pastor.
His big concern is counseling people who are going through hard times.
He said "but what if I cry."
Oh Cullen then cry because sometimes people just need you to cry with them.

I love the way Josie still sucks her thumb and rest her pointer finger on top of her nose.
( and yes I know shes five..)
She is funny and loud. She is not afraid to do new things and she takes cares
of her sister. When Ellie is nervous about trying something new it's Josie who reaches over
and grabs her hand as if to say "we got this".

I love the way Cooper says hey beautiful to his sisters.
The way he opens my car door. I love the way he reads Proverbs to his brothers almost every night.
He is not a risk taker he is a very steady stable guy, so when
he drove the farm truck up to shut our gates, he came back, it was
dark and he parked next to a tree and a tree limb went right through the back pop out window.
He calmly came in our room and said "dad can I talk to you."

Well of course I knew that was his way of making sure I didn't get upset.
He takes Scott outside and shows him the damage. They came back in and told me and being the aged parents that we are we didn't freak out.  Because we have freaked out in the past but we realized we have nothing of worth besides this family. We have had things broken and lost over the years to the point of we don't have much left that we get real uptight about and we grew weary of caring more about the things instead of about the lesson behind the things.
 We learned a secret. Things can be re-bought.
My brand new Williams and Sonoma waffle maker laying on cement can break your heart but only if you don't look in the eyes of the one little boy who is scared and wondering in that moment are you gonna love him anyway.

I  loved that waffle- maker. I could make 4 big fluffy waffles at one time, but I love that browned eyed little boy who feels horrible and is picking up the pieces of that waffle maker and saying
mama I can fix it.
So Much more.

back to Cooper though

  We said well you owe us a window. It was an accident but you have to earn the money to pay for the window.
So on Saturday morning when everyone else is watching football he is sitting on a bucket cleaning our white fence in the front yard.
                                        The reason he's working for a window is because we love him
and because life is always gonna throw a branch in his path and we can't fix his problems.

Did I mention their eyes
their smiles
the way they laugh out loud during a movie
the way they love each other?
I love the way Josie and Ellie take turns on their bike
I love the way they call who's gonna drive on the drive way two days ahead of time.
I love the way they lay all over the house doing school.
I love the way Cooper and Cullen look just a like.
I love the way they leave me love letters by my bed.
I love the swing that I had put up on my front porch, their swinging makes me happy.

I love the way Taylor has become a mother. Her fussing over her little girl.
I love the tiredness in her eyes that I know is growing her into the woman/mom that God intends.

I love the way Tucker loves his wife. He is learning and growing and being stretched but
I love that he took a huge leap and wasn't afraid to do so.

I love them  

This moment in time is all I have.
I try and squish a lot of  love into this moment because they do leave and I know this very well.
I carry girls who are way too big to be carried but they don't know they're too big.
I make them dress up in fall colors and carry pumpkins to a bale of hay and take cheesy pictures
because one day these pictures will remind them of their childhood.

I SO love them and yes it's so hard when they leave but while I have them here
I will be preparing them with lots of laughter and lots of good-times...
and Alabama football.

So don't judge me I'm only imitating my Father :)

So Much love from the Farm,



Sheila said...

Thank you for the encouragement. May God bless you and yours.

Morgan said...

Love this!

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Kelly said...

Yeah, I know I'm a little late on this post. Kinda been busy. Robin, I've never seen the gift of inspiration you possess. No one can be with you and not desire to live bigger. THAT is such a gift. Thank you.


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