I wrote this in response today to a gal whose blog I read. I just wanted to record it here because it was a cool experience.
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Youu’ve outed me.
I’m a “work to be accepted” girl. Do you completely hate it when someone doesn’t seem to like you and you did NOTHING and they won’t tell you what is wrong or make it up to them? That’s how I am and I hate it.
June 19, my hubby and I packed up our 4 and 6 year old (foster) daughters and drove to California from Michigan. We returned on July 3. Loooooooooong trip!
The way out was fun and I was in a good mood and ready to rest and read my Bible and spend time in the Word while my husband drove all those looooong miles.
–btw we have that Storybook Bible and LOVE IT!—
We got to California and my sister got married and we had some fun days, and then began the looooooooooooooooooooooong trek home. The first day, Big Sis though she’d yank a whole curl from Little Sis’ head. Little Sis screamed and I flailed my arm into the back seat to redirect attention from hitting and pulling hair. My hand made contact with the plastic car seat and hit just so, and I was positive I broke my hand. (I didn’t but MAN did it hurt!)
So, somewhere in Nevada, we stopped at a WalMart to get an ice pack. We went through the store, girls whining and fussing, me feeling like a complete failure because of the anger in my heart and as the girls and I came out of the bathroom, this lady stopped me.
“You’re an excellent Mom,” she said. She cited many reasons why. I asked if she was serious and told her what the kids had been doing in the car just previously. She said, “They are respectful and they obey you, and you must be some special kind of lady to have such young children in these circumstances really acting so well.”
I got back into the car (with the kids!) and told my hubby what happened. I was on CLOUD NINE because… I had felt so ugly inside and was so angry at them. I was not seeing any blessings but just nastiness and anger and hurt.
Fast forward to yesterday, July 4. We have been home for one day. The kids were so used to travelling and they were acting up TERRIBLY! The heat index here in Michigan was 108 and we are just not ever used to living in that kind of temperature.
Went to WalMart to supply our COMPLETELY EMPTY cupboards, and again, kids naughty, not listening. I was doing my level best not to just scream at them.
Finished at the check out and Big Sis DEMANDED to go to the bathroom. “We live FIVE MINUTES AWAY,” I told her. She said she was going to mess herself, so I agreed.
We went into the bathroom, Big Sis in one stall, and Little Sis and me in the handicapped one next to her. The sanitary napkin box fell off the wall of her stall and after asking if she is OK, she lied and said, “I never touched it!!!!”
We went back and forth for a minute and I kept asking why if she never touched it, did it fall on the ground? It turned out that she was touching it (obviously) and she apologized.
And then, I nearly fainted when I lady was washing her hands and said to me,”You are such an excellent mom.”
She went on to say almost word-for-word what the lady in Nevada had said, but this time it was in Flint, Michigan.
I almost don’t know what else to say about it. I’m not looking for compliments, and I didn’t want to hog your comments, that’s why I put it here… but WEIRD, right?
I feel like I must be the best at everything or it wasn’t worth doing, or something… and to just ACCEPT that the Lord died for ME… even if I didn’t teach Sunday School or set up communion, or have a husband who’s the pastor of the church… just for me.
Just like I teach my girls.
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