Of Kids and Confusion
I try to keep my story about the girls to a minimum here, but Annaleigh made me laugh yesterday...
Mark had a conference in Austin, and the girls and I were fortunate enough to be able to attend with him. While eating breakfast at the restraunt, Annaleigh, my four year old, dropped a piece of toast in her lap. "I'm having a bad day," she said with a pitiful voice. Being the brilliant Mom I am, I said, "Honey, we have the whole day in front of us, and things have to get better, right?" She slunk further into the booth and despondantly replied, "Maybe my teeth might fall out." I hope laughing at your child qualifies as good parenting.
Still makes me laugh! God, thank you for little girls!
And, I do thank Him for them, even though some aspects of being a parent are best expressed in the phrase a friend of mine used: "mind numbing". Such is the case with a CD my 3 year likes to listen to. And listen to. And listen to. And, as we were listening to some "fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh's" today, I began to comment to my husband that it is sweet that there was a time in which children's music was so sweet and non-sensical. In the middle of my conversation, I heard myself say, "WAIT a minute. Just who WAS Dinah and why was she blowing a horn in the kitchen, anyway???" And thus we found ourselves backing the disc up a song or two.
My discovery...parenting IS mind-numbing. Dinah is apparrently a train. Dinah is also apparrently a cook. The train blows the horn; the cook gets sung to...fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh. Two separate songs, blended together in the fog of motherhood. Oh.
Mark had a conference in Austin, and the girls and I were fortunate enough to be able to attend with him. While eating breakfast at the restraunt, Annaleigh, my four year old, dropped a piece of toast in her lap. "I'm having a bad day," she said with a pitiful voice. Being the brilliant Mom I am, I said, "Honey, we have the whole day in front of us, and things have to get better, right?" She slunk further into the booth and despondantly replied, "Maybe my teeth might fall out." I hope laughing at your child qualifies as good parenting.
Still makes me laugh! God, thank you for little girls!
And, I do thank Him for them, even though some aspects of being a parent are best expressed in the phrase a friend of mine used: "mind numbing". Such is the case with a CD my 3 year likes to listen to. And listen to. And listen to. And, as we were listening to some "fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh's" today, I began to comment to my husband that it is sweet that there was a time in which children's music was so sweet and non-sensical. In the middle of my conversation, I heard myself say, "WAIT a minute. Just who WAS Dinah and why was she blowing a horn in the kitchen, anyway???" And thus we found ourselves backing the disc up a song or two.
My discovery...parenting IS mind-numbing. Dinah is apparrently a train. Dinah is also apparrently a cook. The train blows the horn; the cook gets sung to...fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh. Two separate songs, blended together in the fog of motherhood. Oh.
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