You’re not inadequate, you’re the perfect fit.

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family walk time

I got a phone call from a friend I haven’t spoken to since – 2008? Now that I count it up, almost a decade ago! Wow. Thank goodness for social media to help keep tabs on those friends!!

We talked of many things, but something that stayed on my mind was the feelings we shared in our ability to be good mothers.

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run baby run

After pondering on the matter for some time, the thought came into my mind that my children chose me.

They chose me.

Of all the brilliant, kind, talented mothers in the world, these kids chose me.

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run dance run

I don’t have any evidence to prove to you that this is true, it was just something that came to me and brought me peace.

I want to remember that feeling any time the temptation to feel inadequate creeps into my life.

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our deep thinker

They knew you before they came to this earth and thought, “yeah, you’re going to be the perfect fit!”

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He loves to bring me flowers

Keep trying your best. Keep giving them your time, your love, your hugs and kisses.

Keep praying that they will continue to grow up to become the incredible humans you pray they will be.

Keep taking the time to do the things they want to do – even if you can’t finish all the things you want to do.

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They need you. They want you. They are your greatest treasure.

There are still long days ahead. They will need your guidance, your patience, your understanding and most importantly…

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everyone gets a turn on daddy’s back

They need to know that you love them.

Each child will understand, feel and show love in different ways.

Just like you understand, feel and show love in different ways.

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Take the time to learn how they communicate.

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In time you will see that not only were you not inadequate, you were exactly who they needed you to be.

“Life must be understood backward. But… it must be lived forward.” -Søren Kierkegaard

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hold on as long as you will

In writing this open letter to myself I want other parents to know that you are doing better than you think you are.

XOXO

Me

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“It’s all about the branding.” (feeding toddlers)

 

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Showing me his muscles…

I know a lot of small children hate food, there have been some days we wondered how our oldest child would live with the minuscule amount of food that was being consumed.

(our second child will eat any food placed in front of him and will always swipe a sippy cup that his older brother puts down.)

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the second child…eating…in his toy bucket. He does this fairly regularly.

Things started to improve when my husband began calling roasted asparagus “super grass.” If our oldest ate the “super grass” it would give him super speed.

After every stalk, he would run around the house and return wanting acknowledgment on how fast he could run…

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I tried to convince him the shirt was on backwards. He wanted to see the picture. (a t-shirt from his Grandad’s ranch). Also, he is very proud of the tower of cans pictured in the background. The boys love stacking cans.

Dinner rolls (he didn’t want to try DINNER rolls until) my husband called them, “spaceship” bread. That’s all it took. Now, we ask if he would like spaceship bread.

“Would you like some butter on your spaceship bread?” – No. okay.

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Getting ready to paint with a Christmas gift from his Great-Grandma “Gregre.”

One night, Danny offered Wiley some yogurt laced with fruit jam. This yogurt is so ridiculous good, but since the yogurt is not packaged in a Gogurt tube, Wiley would not touch it.

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So, Danny, asked, “do you want some Deto dessert?”

My almost 4 year old made up a word that, to him, is the definition of awesome.

Deto (DE-toh, rhymes with ‘cheeto’).

He started naming all his toy pets, Deto.

Deto was the punchline to all of his knock knock jokes.

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His FAVORITE thing in all this world, to eat, is yogurt in a pouch. Here, he fell asleep with an empty one.

My brilliant husband discovered a way in – Deto.

Deto dessert was a hit.

“Do you want any Deto sauce on your spaceship bread?”

Seriously, this kid will try food any. time. it has a cool name.

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I’m trying to teach my little cavemen to eat in the designated areas (kitchen/dining). I’ve gone to keeping our couches covered in blankets to keep all the snotty noses off. Hahaha…it’s winter and I’ve got a teether, there is always a snotty nose.

Now, if you are going to label it Deto, you better deliver. You can’t give him a bite of liver and onions and call it Deto Bacon. It has got to be tasty, otherwise you kill the term Deto.

My husband and I were standing in the kitchen one night and I said I could not believe how Wiley responded to the name changes in his food.

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Not too picky here, she just wants MILK!!

Danny said, “it’s all about the branding.”

My next dinner casserole? Deto Pie!

May you all have a great Thursday and Deto weekend.

 

Fatherhood: I have a confession to make.

Today, after church, I was sitting on the couch reading (Danny was in the garage) while Wiley played Angry Birds on the iPad.

Wiley made his signature “I just put something smelly in my diaper” move –

“Wiley, do you need to sit on the toilet?” no response…slowly starts to crawl away under the coffee table.

I pick up the iPad and turn it off, “you can have it back when you bring a diaper and wipes to me.”

He runs off and starts playing in his room.

Five minutes later, he is still playing in his room and I am still reading on the couch.

Danny comes in from the garage and heads to Wiley’s room.

Wiley stands up, back against the wall, “what are you doing in here daddy?” “what are you doing in here?” The smell is pretty obvious and Danny says, “are you poopy??”

I, sitting on the couch, knowing full well that he was and let Danny discover it – was waiting for Danny to bring the child. Danny changed it and never said a word to me. 🙂

Daddy helps Wiley calm down after a temper tantrum.
Daddy helps Wiley calm down after a temper tantrum.

I would say that those kinds of things make a mother’s day and makes me so grateful for fathers.

I’m grateful for the fathers that raised me and Danny. I’m grateful for my grandfathers. I’m grateful for the male role models in my life, who are great fathers. I’m grateful to the divorced women in my life who still honor fatherhood and teach their children to love and honor their dads. I’m so blessed to have so many reasons to be grateful.

Thankful to my Father in heaven, who gave me all that I have. I may have gone overboard with the photos this post, but it’s my blog and I can  post what I want to. Blessings and Happiness to you all. p.s. while I napped…he made his own Father’s Day Dinner! But, I bought the steaks!!