Monday, October 11, 2010

Was that really last year already?

I penned...well typed  this about a year ago, and as I strolled through my blog, reliving some memories, I read it and realized something. That post helped me see growth in my child I may not have noticed otherwise in such a clear way.  You see Serena AGAIN tried out for Mary this year.  And AGAIN she was nervous as can be about getting on stage, alone and reciting a line.  But she did it.  And she did it well.  She was clear and loud and concise and I am beaming still while writing this, picturing that in my mind.  Because reading that post brought a snapshot of my little girl fidgeting being too afraid to recite a line she knew by heart into my mind, as clear as day. And I get to see those two days side by side in my minds eye and see how she has grown physically and how she has starting growing into her own skin slowly but surely.  You see, I know her to be dramatic and expressive, but a year ago that girl wasn't sure if she could be those things.  And her nerves got the best of her.  But this year that same little girl told those nerves to bug off and she stood up on stage and let her personality shine.  And she is going to let that personality shine on Pageant night, not for herself, not for me or my family, but for her Lord. 

You see, she wasn't sure this year if she even wanted to be in the pageant.  And me trying not to be a stage mom let her make the choice.  We talked about it, and she said it's a lot of work.  And I said I know it is, but you are sharing the Good News of Jesus with the whole audience, the pageant is your gift to God.  Then she said I still don't know, so I fought back the urge to say "Well I said you're going to do it!" And instead opted for "Okay, think about what I said and let me know." So she did think about it and she decided that she wanted to do it, as a gift to her God, as a way to share Jesus' birth with the world.  And she shone brightly at the auditions, and she will shine brightly at the pageant, because she shines for HIM, and through HIM.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

On repeat

Do any of you have the "mom-isms" that you could record and just have it playing on repeat in the background all day long...you know just to save your voice?  I have a few "Be nice to your sister". "And where does that belong?" "Stop tormenting the dog". You know how it goes, all day everyday I say these things over and over and over again.  The one I find myself saying the most is "Because we're family and families share."




"Why do I have to share my new toy with Chloe?"
"Because we're family and families share."
"But why do I have to let Se-ya use my lipstick?"
 "Because we're family and families share."
"But why do I have to split this ice cream with my sister?"
"Because we're family and families share."

All day long, all day long I say this.  And it feels like it never sinks in because if they got it, I wouldn't have to say it so much, right?

Well, last night we went to Autumnfest, a carnival at my husbands old elementary school.  And Serena won the cakewalk and picked (because she's AWESOME) the red velvet cake from Costco.  Have you ever tried it? Super moist red velvet cake with cheesecake filling? **Insert drool here**  And she was already convinced she was going to eat half of it...that night...just her, a cake box and a fork.  Gotta love the way 8 year olds think (like their mom).

But then we made a pit stop at Brian's family's house and she offered to share her large, drool worthy cake with the family.  And at first her grandma protested, saying it was her cake.  But then.

It happened.

She replied, "But we're family.  And Families share."

I want to cry right now. 

So all those times maybe she was listening! And I don't say this to brag about my parenting...because it is SO not brag-worthy.  And I don't write this simply to brag about my sweetheart child (but let's be honest that is a small part of it). But I write this as an encouragement to you moms who also have themselves on repeat to what feels like deaf ears.  They do listen.  And sometimes you get to hear them say, and see them act on something you've been trying to teach them for years.