thee wilt teach me patience

I received a comment recently. A most undeserved one if I may say. This kind friend said that we had so much patience and love for our children. First of all I will focus only on my part of the “we,” as I feel that my better half is indeed very patient, and extremely loving. Second of all, I will only focus on the “patience” part of this oh so thoughtful declaration.

It has been quite captivating to see how God chooses to teach me patience. He has done it in the most unconventional of ways. I would think that He could teach me patience by making me wait longer in the check-out line at the store. Oh, wait I would have to GO to the store for that to happen. He could teach me patience by making me wait in traffic. He could teach me patience by… well any manner of other options come to mind.

But He chose two little kiddos to teach me patience. Through every day life with them I see that I am not taking to my lessons very well. I am just one of those students that every teacher loves to hate.

I can remember sitting in my fifth grade class and becoming so impatient with the teacher’s explanation of our next project that I turned to my friend and started talking, or to my paper and started drawing. Not sure which, since it happened so often.  Those times of impatience are held tight in my memory because that year the teacher handed out nice little plaques to the students in front of their parents. These plaques had a quote that each student was known for saying. To my utter embarrassment mine was, “What are we supposed to be doing?”

That year I did not turn out to be the class pet. I was like a hyper dog who never payed attention and who never stopped barking to listen to the commands. I turned red, walked forward to collect my plaque, and hoped no one noticed. I do not have fond memories of that teacher. I thought of her more as a witch with jet black hair.

Did that teach me to pay more attention? Nope. Lesson lost. So, God has continued to try and teach me, but I feel that I am still a horrible student. In the end though, I am so glad He is using two beautiful children and a great passion inside of me to teach me about that often dreaded word, “patience.”

“santa cwas”

I am trying to learn how to be Santa. I never envisioned it being too difficult, if I ever gave it any thought at all. Last year wasn’t too laborsome, as Payton hadn’t turned two yet, and Jeremiah was only a few months old. Even a ditzy Santa could take care of that one.
This year has proved to be a bit more complex, mainly because we have an intelligent, almost three-year-old girl who this Santa has to fool. It’s really not as easy as you might think.
The following problems are posing as my adversaries: First being that I am not very good at keeping present related secrets. Not my forte, just ask my parents and husband who have all had many gift surprises ruined by… me. Secondly, while helping my daughter write a letter to Santa, I realized that maybe I should actually go out and purchase those items on her list. Duh! At least for now the list consists of a package of “Grandpa’s cookies” (Fig Newtons), and a jar of pickles. =) Not too difficult.
My third predicament comes in the shape of a short female with big brown eyes that turn green when she’s in a certain mood. She’s way too smart. I have spelled the words, “ice cream,” “potty,” and “cookies” all on separate occasions and she has immediately figured out what I had spelled. Getting this Santa thing past her for any amount of time will be a feat of stupefying talent.

trick or treat smell my feet

I had a double whammy. Both Justin and his mom were teaching Payton to say, “Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.” But when it came time to collect the goodies she barely remembered to say, “Trick or treat,” she

Trick or Treat

was so focused on the candy in the bowls. =)

We had a great time on our second Halloween with kiddos!!