Ever since I found out I was pregnant with my first child, I began a hand-written journal. So far, we are on the third journal, and I try to pop in every now and then and let them know what is going on in our lives. The past three years have been rough. I counted a total of five entries for the entire year of 2007. Not good. So I tried to remedy to situation by putting the journal (with a pen tucked inside) in the bathroom a.k.a The Office, a.k.a The Sanctuary of Peace, a.k.a The Phone Booth. I know if it's sitting and I am sitting there, I am more willing to write in it. What can I say, I'm a multi-tasker.
So there I am, writing about how happy I am to be their mama, how the years are just flying by and how I praying that God has adequately prepared me so I can adequately prepare them. How I wish I could be a better mother and instead of stewing in today and all I have to do, I could choose to look at the bigger picture and keep things in perspective when CRASH! Glass breaking everywhere. Someone broke something in the kitchen. I immediately cringed and thought of all my antique glass, Depression glass, my pottery. If they broke one of my expensive pieces, I am going to put my foot in someone's behind! I was just about to roar like a lion when I stopped myself.
A choice.
Just thirty seconds before I was writing about looking at the big picture. About choosing to be a better mother, choosing to make my home a place where my children can thrive. Sigh. What is more important...breaking up the harmony of my home or some old piece of glass that only holds value in my eyes. Hmmph. I immediately get three people at the bathroom door.
"OOoooooooh, mama! Diego broke your glass!" Solomon, being a snitch.
"Honey..." Michael, coming over to show me the damage.
"Please tell me it wasn't my Depression glass." Or my antique glass. Or my pottery.
"No, it was one of your Pyrex bowls. Look. The green one with the flowers. It just slid out of the cabinet onto the tile." Oh good, the funky green one with the flowers.
Then a few seconds later, a very contrite Diego. "Mom, I'm sorry. It was my fault. When I dried the dishes, I piled up too many bowls and they fell. I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, mijo. It was an accident. Next time just be careful not to stack them up too high."
"Ok! Tomorrow I should organize the cabinet because there is too much stuff in there!" He sounded extremely relieved that I wasn't angry.
"Sounds good. Now will you let me go potty in peace?"
"Sure. Oh, mom! One of the broken pieces look like the state of Texas. I just wanted you to know."
"Hahahahaha!"
I love my kids. And I love being a mama!
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21
