Her hands splash into the dirty kitchen sink. I remove them and roll up her wet sleeves.
“Breathe on me…”
She turns to pull a wet bowl off the dishrack. “Hands off,” I say in my nice voice.
“….breathe, oh breath of God…”
She gives me a glance, then takes one finger and pokes the bowl again.
“…breathe on me…”
Frustrated, I place her outside the kitchen, closing the sliding door between us. She bursts into tears.
“…‘til I love like you do…”
I open the door. She’s looking at me with that newly wet face. I kneel on the kitchen floor, arms open. She runs into them for a hug.
quoted lyrics from Newboys’ “Breathe”
Paul gathers his glasses and our chosen book, Jesus by Joseph Girzone, and meets me at the dining room table shortly after dinner. “It’s time for our story!” I call to our toddler daughter Hope, who continues playing with the bookend she pulled off her shelf. “Candle time!” I try again, and she comes running.
by Lori Ann
Sometimes, on the hard days, I think to myself, “Come on baby, Mama has needs too, and who’s meeting them?” Then Jesus answers my heart, in the most loving and tender way possible, “I am, and if you’re seeking for someone else to meet your needs, you’re the one in the wrong – not her.” And I look at my darling baby, and have compassion for her neediness, and know that He’s right.
How do you cope on the hard, everyone-needs-you, no-one-gives-Mama-a-break days?
Filed under baby, Family, Life
by Lori Ann
Ever wish you were a little kid again?
Last week, Tigger didn’t feel very good (diarrhea throughout the day and keeping us all up at night) and developed a cute after-nap habit to replace her usual one, which is standing up and walking over to her stuffed animals to play the moment she awakens. For three days while was sick though, she woke, called for me, pointed to her shelf of stuffed animals, and requested, “ng” (it means “want”). I handed her a stuffed animal.
She played with it for a few seconds, pointed back at the shelf, and another “ng”. Then repeated until she had all the stuffed animals. I thought it was so funny I had Baba take a picture the second day she did it (above). I even had a few meditations on the way she depended completely on me to provide for her that which she wanted, which helped me notice in my reading in John the next day that Jesus fed the five thousand “as much as they wanted” (not just “needed”; from chapter 6).
I often wish I were — or at least acted more like — a little kid again. With a child’s trust, problem solutions, and complete dependence on Mama and Baba to make everything better. And to bury all yucky feelings in a pile of soft cuddly animal friends!
by Lori Ann
Our family does not “do” Santa.
photo credit: Brett Holt
That’s kind of a strange phrase, and I know it means different things to different people, but here’s my take on the truth about Santa: he was (probably) a real person, and he followed Jesus (we think), but he is no longer alive on earth, and so he does not pass out gifts today.
photo credit: bunnygoth
To Santa or not to Santa? That’s our December “A Tale of Two Mamas” question. But what else can we answer for you about Christmas traditions in our homes in America and China? Respond with whatever you’re interested in us sharing about!