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So Proud

09/07/2012 - Author: Natasha Phillips

A child grabs a mother’s heart in many different ways. It is amazing to me how you can love all your children equally, yet in different ways. I have enjoyed seeing the many seasons of the growing relationship I have with my oldest, Boyd. It was just him and I for so many years, that was it. Can’t say I was always the most stable mom but I certainly tried to do the best I could. I was young, fun and shared a lot with him. He was more than my son, he was my best friend. If I was having a bad day he always knew how to make it better. Even to this day he knows the right thing to say if I am upset. Of course he isn’t perfect. He is starting to get that ‘attitude’, you know the one that parents are not so keen on seeing in their kids.  Matt and I try to let him be pretty independent though and we try to not squelch ideas he has or conversations he wants to start, so I guess the ‘attitude’ could be looked at as our fault. Anyway he is a good kid.

Last year he started to show more of an interest in academics. He love his sports also and excels with pitching, but he wanted to push for the perfect grade and the enrichment class that the school has. He had a really great year in 4th grade and at the beginning of 5th grade this year, he was selected to test for the enrichment class. He was so excited. Well testing was this past week and Boyd had really good feelings about the tests that he took. To get into the enrichment classes he was going to have to score in the top 5% of the tests that were being given. Today he came home and just burst into tears…he didn’t make the cut. His scores were still really great, very close to the cut off but just not quite there. It was hard to see him so upset but I told him how proud I was and am of him!!

To him getting in enrichment was the prize, which is great, but I want him to be proud of the journey also. In our lives we often miss enjoying the journey, taking pride in the small accomplishments and trials of life. I was him to learn to be proud no matter the outcome as long as he is trying his best.

I love you Boyd Ian and I am so proud of you!!!

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Dinner Flop

09/06/2012 - Author: Natasha Phillips

I have read in the past about the funny stories couples have about a load of laundry that ends up stained or a dinner that was a disaster. Usually when I read these stories they take place shortly after a couple gets married or moves in together.  Although I find humor in reading them, I haven’t really been concerned about that happening to me. Yes, there was that time doing laundry when Matt and I were dating that I washed a pair of his jeans. I don’t remember what was in the wash but the jeans came out pink. Oh my goodness I was so scared he was going to be mad at me. I scrubbed the jeans with every stain remover I could think of with a tooth-brush probably four times washing them in the washer trying to get the pink out. I lightened the pink but there was still a hue about them…Matt didn’t get mad when I told him, he just didn’t wear the pants again. But with cooking I may not have a recipe turn out great but it usually isn’t bad….not today though.
The adjustment for me to go from working and being a mom to being a full stay-at-home mom hasn’t been the easiest. I feel, and I am sure that other mom feel the same way, that I should have things always in order when my husband gets home from work. We know that he is out working and bringing home the paychecks and we are here. Not that here is a bad thing but if at one time I used to be able to juggle work and keep up on the house I should definitely be able to make sure that the kids are clean, the house is picked up and have supper cooking or at least planned when he gets home. The other thing about me not working is tightening our financial spending belt. So I put a freeze on our grocery purchases for four weeks which limits the dinners one might be able to cook. My mom was a really good teacher when it came to cooking so I feel pretty confident in my way around the kitchen. One of Matt’s favorite dishes are ‘pasties’. I only know this because he talks about having them in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and how good they are. I have never made them nor had them so today I decided to make them for dinner. It was going to be a surprise and he would be so happy….atleast in my mind.
If you don’t know what pasties are, they are a pastry stuffed with potatoes, carrots, beef, onion, cabbage and then it is baked. The pastry is similar to pie crust but isn’t exactly the same. So Matt got home and I had the pastry mixed up, veggies cut and was ready to roll the crust out and put them together. Things started falling apart at that point. I can’t put my finger on one thing but the kids started fussing and I was getting irritated at nothing. I finally got a chance to put dinner together and the dough wouldn’t roll out. I tried everything and it just kept falling apart. I was bawling my eyes out and Matt walked into the kitchen asking what was wrong. All I could say between sobs was, “I just wanted to make you a nice dinner, one that would surprise you and just be nice”. He just rubbed my back and said it wasn’t a big deal anything I made would be fine. (Little did he know.) It was a big deal to me though, I just figure that if I am not working everything should be perfect here. I want him to have a Proverbs 31 wife, one he is proud of, and I know it was just dinner but it is hard sometimes.
I wish I could say that I was able to salvage dinner, but I can’t. I ended up baking it all in a pie dish thinking that it would still come out okay…instead it ended up barely edible. My wonderful husband just put a lot of sour cream on it though, ate it and then said he would take it in his lunch as long as I sent the sour cream. (I love him so much!) I don’t even think that there is a moral to the story or anything that I can say is encouraging. It was just one of those nights and that is okay. I am going to have them as a mom and I am thankful that the Lord has given me this opportunity.

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