|watching fireworks & sucking M&M’s|
I’ve missed my little blog over the past several days! I’ve been off taking a narcissistic roller coaster ride of emotions. I’d like to say that means that I “haven’t been myself” – except I think the problem is the opposite. I’ve been FULL of me… “Christ must increase, but I must decrease.”
It’s amazing how much energy I can waste licking my wounds and dreaming up selfish dreams. Have mercy. I wear me out. Do you ever have one of those friends who tires you with endless, endless, endless crises? I don’t, but I’ve sure been that friend to MYSELF, only I can’t pretend to be busy and take a break from me!
|Amelia (aka Ms. America)|
I’m thankful that my two girls have no sympathy for a sulking mama and refuse to let me have anything but a good time on their watch. There’s no brooding when these little rays of sunshine burst into the room to demand my smiles and affection. There’s not much like snot-nosed kisses and peeling baby girl laughter to shatter the discontent. And I’ll be honest… when I’m in a truly nasty mood, I even get a chuckle out of them picking on each other. When Caroline is minding her own business, Amelia likes to walk up to Caroline, point her little finger with a pretend-scowl-plus-smirk and shout, “No no!” This sends Caroline into near tears, which makes Amelia laugh and repeat, and the cycle escalates. Oh my. I am evil, aren’t I? Don’t worry. Amelia always offers apology kisses, and Caroline takes them in like medicine for her soul. It’s pretty sweet.
I know I’ve given you quite a bit to think about with this extremely profound post. (Sarcasm). Until next time, mull the lesson over. What was the lesson, you say? Oh right. The lesson. Let me think. Laugh at your children when they fight? No. Avoid drama queen me? No, please don’t! Snot kisses cure all? Hmm… maybe. Yes. That must be the lesson. Snot kisses cure all. Deep, I know.