Thursday, March 6, 2008

Who Wants to Know?

When I thought about writing a blog, I thought it would be easy. When I actually sat down to write it, it's a different matter altogether. Who cares that we went to the doc yesterday and there's fungus among us again? Who cares that "the girl" was late getting to my office and that made us late to the doctor or that I kinda went beserk because she was late? Who cares that they took two vials of blood but had to stick her five times to get them and that she nearly squeezed my hand off while they were sticking her? Does anybody care that we went to choir practice last night or that I didn't really want to go and was so glad I did after I got there? Do you want to know that we ate at Chick-fil-a after choir practice and then I got sick during the night last night about an hour after I went to sleep? Do you care that I drove the girl to her Thursday morning house-cleaning and traffic was horrible so that made me late to work? Do you want to hear about the 7-8 phone calls she's made to me this morning?

What a mundane life! Some might even say boring life! Maybe just writing the blog is going to keep my life from being boring. Maybe I'll look for the life-lessons in the everyday happenings. Maybe I'll look deeper for what God is trying to teach me. Will I think twice before going off the deep-end when I get so aggravated with the girl? I really want to be a role-model to her as my mother was to me. Granted my mom got angry, but I never saw her lose it like I did yesterday with M. I am really going to try harder. I'm really going to try harder to be a mother worthy of honor. I want her to see that I love her no matter how she acts/does/says.

I saw a quote by Rosaleen Dickson this morning that I added to my facebook quotes that says, “Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.” I don't want to keep remembering yesterday's, last months or last year's hurts. I want that to be put behind me so that she can understand my unconditional love and maybe better understand the love Jesus has for her. At this point in her life, I don't know if she does...but maybe if I can keep my end of the bargain, she will soon.