Mitch and I decided a long time ago, to work really hard at family, to make a special point of having special places and special things that we only do together....and to work really hard at relationships and passing down what's important. New twists and turns along the parenting highway have challenged us to examine and refocus. I was looking back in my journals the other day. It was a moment so peaceful and quiet that I did some back reading in an old prayer journal...been a little bit reflective lately I guess. I found several important things in there.
So often I find important things gathering dust. This small writing was "gathering dust". I remember that a message on having a family purpose statement, spurred me to write it. Although I am ever conscious of its truth, I had almost forgotten it was written. The thought occurred to me that I wish I could read the minds of my children in order to see how we're truly doing. I guess it's good to write it here for all the kids to read. It goes like this:
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This family is about togetherness and serving one another. It's about forging on and building a legacy of love and serving, that will pour down through the generations. It's about committing to each other that with God's help we will do this together. It's about building a family that's worth repeating.
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Heading back to Nashville.
I won't lie...watching my two oldest start to plan weddings has shaken me to my core. I find that as a homeschooling / stay-at-home / 24/7 / 365 mom, my identity pretty much is my children. I won't argue that that's right or wrong. I'm simply thinking out loud. It's as if somewhere along the way, who I am... kind of faded into who they are, and I don't really know who I am without them anymore. I guess it's one of the many inexplicable things about mothering. I have found a new gratefulness for all things needy....from laundry and stuck zippers, to spills and pb&j....and as I watched Faith hop down from reading Robert Louis Stevenson with me and skip off to read her own book, I realized how thankful I was that there was still someone under four feet tall who calls me Mother skipping through the house.
My ticket and snack tray for Faith's doll's violin concert. It was a cardboard "viline" concert.
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We couldn't wait to share Hershey's Chocolate World with the girls. Being from so far away, neither had ever been there. It is one of our "places". We've been there so many millions of times that Mitch says, "Hershey is on the way home from everywhere," and indeed, we have ventured far, far out of our way on countless trips over the years so that we could stop at Chocolate World.
We had a wonderful day. Family day trips are my favorite. It's been such a long, cold winter, but we loved every minute of trudging through the snow down the pathways and riding the chocolate tour lots of times as usual.
We learned that Kelli is, indeed, a Jolly Rancher; and that, contrary to our belief, she is big enough to go on all the rides. (if it were summer)
I cannot put into words the extreme joy I felt to just have everyone in the same place at the same time. It was so wonderful that it hurt my heart in a really deep place.
Just like in every other part of the country this year, we've had a doosey of a winter. Kelli got to witness a snow storm that dumped two feet of snow. She'd never seen anything like it. We took her out at night. We wanted her to hear that "sound"...or lack of sound. That amazing way it sounds outside at night when there's a deep, new blanket of snow on the ground. Sadly, we didn't remember to stop and be still and listen, we were too busy playing. But what was interesting to me was that each one of the boys mentioned to me that we needed to have her listen to that "sound"(or lack therof)...that muffled, hushed-ness of a thick blanket of snow.
(blurry cell phone photos!)
and we celebrated Chinese New Year. So grateful to Jennie for planning this special night to remember in honor of Faith. It was complete with lots of decorations, a paper dragon, chopsticks, Chinese trivia, and...oh yeah...salsa and tortilla chips?
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I suppose this is the place in the post where I start listing off odd-ball thoughts and random happenings. Well, I suppose it has to be done. So, here goes....
Faith laid down rules for Mitchell and Emily a few months ago...all of which they have broken. Her rules were as follows: No holding hands, No kissing, and No giving rings. She has informed them that they broke them all. Last week, on the night we told the kids that Mitchell was going to propose, Faith hopped down from the dinner table, ran to the bookcase and brought back a book she claimed Mitchell HAD to read. It is Joshua Harris's book I Kissed Dating Goodbye !!
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You will remember that Faith is adamantly against "kissing on the lips". She has recently assured us, however, that she thinks by the time she is grown up, she'll "be able to handle it."
Christian, the resident "Master of Swag" as he has come to be known, has begun to bake on a regular basis. Everyone in the family seems to love this new hobby of his....except my waistline. His baked goods seem to be tastier and fluffier than mine. Seeing as how he loves baked goods and I don't bake much any more, he has apparently felt the need to take matters into his own hands. He is already choosing what he wants to bake at our beach house in May..this way he can give the recipes a trial run.
I suppose the upcoming section will most likely center on Faith-wisdom. Faith-wisdom is good for everyone though, right? Inevitably we come to the place where this happens in every post.
Faith, sitting at lunch yesterday asked me if I liked tuna. I said no. She told me she loved it....told me it was soooo good. Told me she wondered how I could not like it. I argued with her that it's really not that good. I finally realized we weren't on the same page when she told me she eats it at church. Finally figured it out....she was talking about Nutella. I can see how she confused the two.
"Mother, is God everywhere?"
"Yes, everywhere."
"Even in Hollister?!!!!"
Faith heading to church with mis-matched socks: "No one will notice that my socks don't match. No one looks down these days. Everyone is always looking up at their phones.
Faith recently informed us that she never eats anything organic.
Then she got in the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Great Value ORIGINAL pancake syrup as an example of the "organic" things she never eats.
Using duck tape is a great way to find out if you have any mustache hair.
(Yeah, that one was hard to watch)
"You know how Ben Franklin discovered electricity? ....Well, it doesn't work! Because when it's lightning outside, the electricity goes OUT !!! (Bet you never thought of that one did you?)
Jumping in on a discussion about the Titanic, she boldly declared that they had, indeed, brought the Titanic "back up". She ran to the bookcase (as she does on a regular basis, for she reads every book in the entire house)...ran to the bookcase, brought back a book on the Titanic, flipped quickly open to the page about artifacts found on the ocean floor, began to read out loud a part she was using to prove her point (I could see why the wording made her think that). She then explained that they had not only brought up the ship, but also brought up stuff they found....like gold, jewels, and root beer!
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"Looking at the beauty of you."What if we all looked at the beauty of each other...because, you know, God gave us each something so different and so unique and so beautiful in its own way.
Ever wonder what we will remember of this life once we are in heaven? I do. Hindsight being amazing, imagine having that view of all of life. How could we remember trials, or even great joys for that matter, with no tears? Imagine being able to look back over the long haul and see how God was working and weaving us into His bigger picture.... remembering what tough places and trials felt like, but knowing them then from the other side... and finally putting into perspective the smallness of what once seemed so big.
God's big-ness and my smallness become ever more apparent the longer I live...and His working and intervention in this life become ever more evident. I am slowly chipping away at the things that keep me from completely trusting without fear, as I look back in amazement at the ways He has shown Himself so clearly. So glad that I serve a God that's far too big for my feeble comprehension.
...the beauty of You
God, let us ever be looking at "the beauty of You."
