Saturday, March 22, 2008

My Son The Preacher Man

I just love my son. He is five years old and everyday I am reminded that not only am I not "Smarter Than a 5Th Grader" but I am also not smarter than a five year old. My grandmother says he is the next Billy Graham. He may very well be. Last year my grandfather had a stroke and was very ill while he was in the hospital my grandmother was as you would expect very distraught. My son listening to our conversation interrupts to tell her "you don't need to worry about grandpa God is with him and don't worry about being alone He is with you too." Grandpa eventually went to be with Jesus.

He always makes sure we say our mealtime prayer no matter where we are. At Christmas at my grandmother's house everyone was getting their food and he says to my grandma "Isn't anyone going to bless this food?" So my aunt said a prayer so everyone could eat.

So last week he is drawing pictures because he is "such a little artist" as he says and he draws a picture with two paths. One leads to a sign that says Go the other leads to a sign that says Stop. He says to me "mommy do you know how to get to heaven?" I said "yes but why don't you tell me anyway" He says "look at my picture there are two paths one leads to the sign that says go, the other leads to the sign that says stop." I said "yes I see that." He said "well mom if you take this path here you believe in Jesus and you get to go to heaven." I said "OK" He said "if you take this other path you don't believe in Jesus and you have to stop and you don't get to go to heaven do you know where you go?" I said "tell me" He said "well you don't go to heaven I can tell you that"

So this week I went to a spa party and my husband was home with the children. My son was playing and interactive bible game on the TV. He goes into the kitchen and asks for a piece of bread. My husband says "sure do you want some butter or peanut butter on it?" He says "no just the bread" So my husband gets it for him and then my son asks "Could I have some wine or no sorry juice" My husband looks into the fridge and says "we have orange juice or Hawaiian Punch" My son says "OK Hawaiian Punch will work" He proceeds to hold his bread and juice look down and pray and take his version of communion in our kitchen.

My son, if only everyone could have your faith. He also likes to inform me that even though he loves me a lot he loves Jesus and God best. Keep shining that light son keep shining that light so that all the world will see HIM through you.

Shrink Me Please!

So I have some new neighbors. They are fabulous, wonderfully kind people. They have my son's best buddy. The boys play and have a great time together. My son went to their house yesterday to play. I told my new friend that I needed to run to a neighboring town to pick up my daughters cake. Would he be ok there while I went. Sure she says, actually I need to run into town also can I come with? Sure I said great!
And then it happened. The girls got home from school, I told them what we were going to do. I warned them there would be someone coming with us. They saw her walk into our home. And yet.....still trouble ensued. "I need a snack" one says. "Bring it with you" I say. "Actually what if we went a little farther to this other store" I say. "Then I'll stay home and I'm not going" she says. "Fine forget it we won't go there" I say. We finally get into the car and get on our way. Meanwhile one arguement after another. Get there..."can we buy this?" "can we buy that?" "sure we can use that." Time to go. Get into the car to drive to get cake and go home. Get Cake and start voyage home. Fight ensues. "She's kicking me" "She looked at me" "Why are you sitting together anyway?" "Sit on your hand and cross your legs" "look out of opposite windows" They are twelve and ten. Meanwhile the new neighbor friend is holding the cake hoping for the ride to end. Did I mention they were psych majors? Shrink me please!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Party Animal or Glutton for Punishment?

I recently hosted a slumber party for my oldest daughter who just turned twelve. We had five girls plus my two. If you think this sounds crazy. My ten year old daughter usually invites twelve girls. The five was like a walk in the park. I fed them, we played a couple games, decorated locker mirrors, and I introduced them to the wonders of the DVR. All in all I think a good time was had by all. I enjoy throwing parties. Mind you I stress about the house, what we will do, and if I will embarrass my children enough to keep them on their toes yet not scar them for life. I never had a slumber party as a child, so I want to make sure my children don't miss out on any fun.