Here’s the skinny: …I have absolutely no idea why I haven’t written anything for three months!
I’ll be sad not to have our summer stories written down anywhere. Except on my heart — my kids are always scribbling memories down on my heart. And while I don’t have our recent lives typed up all neat and orderly, we have definitely been living out stories together, in real life. Neat and orderly though? *Phfft* — Hardly!
Humor me? I’m going totally random for just a few minutes. For memories sake.
Since I last set foot in bloggy land, I broke my real foot. Yeah, not kidding. It was ouch! I broke it falling off the toilet. Mm-hmm! All the nurses laughed too. My foot is just now, six weeks later, feeling strong enough to walk on. I have to do some mental rehab! I keep limping, flat-footed, until I remember that my foot is healed — ish.
My husband and I got a few dates out of the deal! I wasn’t allowed to drive, obviously, so Dee took me to all my medical appointments. (“Date night” is all about your view of it, right?) Dee, master prankster that he is, set the atomic fart phone app off every time a nurse walked by our curtain at the ER.
My garden went to pot. The green beans and tomatoes were just coming when I broke my foot, but I was barely hobbling at that point. No way could I harvest a garden! The kids had fun picking what they wanted to eat, and everything else just rotted. I had to trash whole packs of flowers too. So sad!
My baby boy learned to crawl, stand, and take steps since I last recorded anything. He is too BIG! He’s also bad. So, so bad! I don’t remember any of my other kids laughing in my face when I flicked their fingers. Zach seems to think that “No-No” is just a game Mommy loves to play!
When I first broke my foot, I felt like I’d ruined summer for the kids since I couldn’t drive them anywhere. Looking back though, it seems like a magical summer of kids and sunshine and long, lazy days. My boys discovered bow and arrow making, with branches, sticks, and rubber bands. They spent hours and hours in the fields and woods. “We’re going hunting,” they’d tell me, and made me promise a trip to the butcher shop with any kills they made. The poor groundhogs, rabbits, and turkeys hid well this summer! I have cemented in my head a picture, of Cory in full archer’s pose, aiming down a groundhog hole. The boys baited the animal with elderberries stolen from Grammy’s berry patch, but that groundhog never showed his face.
My brave, strong boys made weed whackers and machetes too, and wandered all over tarnation chopping stuff up this summer. I have to admit that I lost my cool and yelled at them the day they decided that pulling poison oak off of a tree and swinging on the vines would be fun! Not fun for mama, who had to scrub them down from had to toe instead of napping. But they didn’t know.
Cookouts, fireflies, swimming, reading, painting, jammie parties, zoo animals at the library, “Lord of the Rings” movie-watching marathons… lots of warm fuzzies! There have also been crazy, insane messes. (Maybe more messes than fuzzies? It’s a toss-up.) Days when I want to throw in the towel after a long night of wet beds, potty trips, and nursing sessions. Days when I sit down and cry because it appears that the kids have forgotten once again to love each other and their poor, frazzled mother. Days when words hurt, from my girl, “Me and Cory were talking about how it seems like we do all the work and you and Daddy do nothing!” Right after I stay up until 12:00am washing dishes and starting laundry. Just to do it all over again the next day.
Days like that can make me forget the beauty and delight of motherhood.
It comes rushing back in single moments.
Like when my scared-of-the-water child is the last one out of the pool. It’s twilight, and the other kids have been obedient and started walking to the car with wet towels. My one child though, has finally figured out the thrill of letting go! He refuses to leave the water. He’s all alone in the shallow end, and an enourmous grin lights up his face as he demands, “Watch me, Mom!” His nose and chin and eyes dip into the water, and his feet kick up just a wee tiny bit.
It is so. totally. swimming!
My heart squeezes tight with fierce pride and love for that boy.
And later, my heart warms from words spoken by my mother-in-law. “You know, I was thinking about how perfect it is that YOU are Cameron’s mother. Anybody else would have killed him by now! God knew you’re the only mother that could handle him.”
Thank you, God, for grace. For endless wisdom. For Your beauty and majesty that automatically transfers to us because of Jesus.