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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Titles Stress Me Out

Last summer, (dear summer, I miss you) I was picking my 12yo up from the dentist's office, and she and I were waiting while the gentleman ahead of us was being checked out. It was taking a while, but we weren't in any hurry. I can't remember what we were talking about . . . maybe the upcoming family reunion, or our mutual gratitude that she had no cavities?

As we were headed out the door after checking out, the gentleman we had waited for approached me and shook my hand, then congratulated me on my daughter's good manners, my parenting, and the rapport he had observed!

As I thanked him, he handed me this card:





I'm not going to lie; it made my day! What a kind, thoughtful gesture!

Also, I'm not going to lie; had he seen me about 24 hours prior in Wal-Mart with my 7yo and 5yo, he most definitely would not have handed me that card. I wonder if he has a card in his other pocket that says, "Hey, lighten up and realize that if your kids are a little wired, it's because they're making the best of yet another boring shopping trip."

Actually, I kept that card out on my dresser for quite a while, because that was the week when the baby nausea started, (and the ensuing survival mode: just keep them fed and clothed and get them to and from school on time). I had to remind myself that there was a time when I felt like being a good mom.

I'm hesitant to write much on here about this baby, because there are a few people very near and dear to me who would give anything to be in the same place. At times when I've felt the same way, even when I was genuinely happy for those with better luck, I didn't always want to read all about it. (Not that women shouldn't be writing about it - I just chose not to read it sometimes.) (I've rewritten this paragraph about 6 times, so I hope it's taken as it's meant.)

But anyway, I'll save all the nitty-gritty details for my own personal journal, and just say that we're all terribly excited and grateful and just a wee bit nervous, but mostly excited. And grateful.

You know what else I'm grateful for? Everyone in this house (except he who is gainfully employed) has been sleeping in until 8:00 during Christmas break. I don't think we've enjoyed that any time in the last 14.9 years! Next week is going to be torture.

But this week is bliss!

7 comments:

bestgrandkidsever said...

We're also terribly excited and not at all nervous because we know that you are a great mom and this is one lucky baby!

Kay said...

You certainly deserve a card like that! One of the best mom's I know! And I can't think of better parent's the Lord could send one of his little ones too!

Side note- The last paragraph made me chuckle a bit, since reading Colton's post on FB that maybe he should start trying to go to bed before the newspaper guy bring the paper. But he does usually get up before 12:00. :)

Mandi said...

Yay for a new baby girl! Maybe if I hang out with you more I can have some girl powers rubbed on to me!

That might have been one of the lamer things I've ever said.

But I also want to know what Kay is talking about with this FB post. . . hmm. . .

Mandi said...

Oh wait, no. I get it now. I thought she meant the 3rd to last paragraph, hehehe.

I'm just gonna stop now.

families are forever said...

Thanks for the post, love it!

I think I will make up some cards!

Mrs. B said...

Hee hee Mandi! I can see why you were confused!

Jill said...

What a nice man! You deserve the card more than you give yourself credit for. Your kids are lucky!