Friday, March 13, 2009


I say success not to be prideful, but to help other working mothers know that each little extra moment other than feeding, bathing, homework, car pooling, grocery shopping,laundry, cleaning etc... is an amazing event. I rake myself over coals for not playing with them or giving each one of them( the two that want it) my full attention when I get home.

Often when I arrive home my youngest two clamor me. "Mommy, mommy.mommy." I do love it. I just need a moment ,to take a breath when I get home and assess what needs to be done, who needs to be doing it.

Yep take charge, that's me! Just ask my 17 3/4 year old, almost 18, who I am having a hard time letting make his own choices. Anyway, I had a success yesterday.

Punching out from work at 7pm, I felt a little strained, long day and the night before Milo and Lil' ( the so called little ones) had ventured into our bed leaving me and my hubby deprived of sleep( not whining just stating the facts) . I am sure many of you know exactly where I am coming from. As the residual sunshine from the day linger I think to myself, " go walk around the hospital block and enjoy the sun and clear sky." " Maybe I shouldn't, I've been gone 10 hrs, ought to get home". The go for a walk voice won. It was a wonderfully, awesome, relaxing walk. I called a friend( librafury, as seen on my blog roll, check her out) and had a great visit.

I had a few moments while at work to put my make up on, always a plus. Feeling a little homely lately so want to look presentable to my hubby when I got home.

Into the house I go. "Ummm... what is that smell." In the kitchen hubby is cooking salmon one of my favorites. The side dish Mac-n-Cheese, not so favorite. Now feeling even more relieved that I don't have to decide what to cook, let a lone cook it, or do the dishes while cooking dinner.

Whoosh here we go! Loves, homework, did help finish the mac-n-cheese and set the table, dinner, visit. Dad reads a passage from the author Sinclaire Babbits book, the title escapes me. He likes to offer secular knowledge to the children, so the scriptures were skipped but hey ,we were together. Which is hard to come by with a age stretched family.

Lil' is slowly fading, close to 9pm and no nap today. Wait I need cuddles and loves, so on goes the PJ's and give allergy meds." Should we read a story or just sing a song." I pick out book. She was sleepy but excited to have a story especially if it includes princesses and fairies. What other story would I read to a "totally princess" little girl. I put her in bed and climb in with her, it was a tad bit short for me, still in a toddler bed. We were together and bed seemed to be holding me.

The book, " Mommy do Princesses Wear Hiking boots?" Now, wide awake and ready for more. Two more books follow, "Molly's Wish" and "Fairies". I even topped it off with a song "I am a Child of God", one of the little ones favorites. Most likely because that is what I sing to them at bed time, that's if they are actually awake when I put them in bed. Song done we cuddle and look at the night lamp reflecting on the wall.

"Now, don't cry. Yes, I am talking to you, the reader." Lil' turns to me and out of the blue a big kiss on the cheek and this is the best part, "Mommy you're pretty." Awe... what a precious little girl. I was so filled with love. I cuddled her till she fell asleep. It didn't take long.

Being so overwhelmed with Lil's response, off to get Milo.

"Milo, time for bed. Come on I'll read you a book." I grab three.

Up the stairs and into bed. "Say your prayers"

"Heavenly Fader." Not sure where the accent comes from. Lil' has one too, but different.

Grab your tissue. "Please bless that Mommy can sleep good, Daddy can sleep good, Riley can sleep good, Tommy can sleep good and Lily to sleep good. Heavenly Fader, Amen!"


In to Milo's bed I go with three books, "Where the Wild Things Are", "No, David!" and "Mommy Can I Have a Stegosaurus?"

"We are gonna read three books?"


We laughed and laughed at the stegosaurus holding Christmas list. He had the biggest cheesy grin as he and the little boy told Santa about the forgotten item on his list.

Cuddles, books now done.

"Mommy, sing me "I am a Child of God." I am glad he didn't ask for a stegosaurus.

"You know, Milo, your Daddy is awesome. If he hadn't done the dishes, fixed dinner and helped you finish homework I wouldn't have read you those books. He is awesome, huh?"

"Ya, except he swears a lot!"

Out of the mouth of babes.

I am a child of God,
And he has sent me here,
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.


Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday

I am a child of God,
And so my needs are great;
Help me to understand his words
Before it grows too late.


I am a child of God.
Rich blessings are in store;
If I but learn to do his will
I'll live with him once more.


I am a child of God. I cannot deny it. So blessed by Him, with a loving husband and beautiful children and little moments of success that get me through the day.

These moments are hard to come by sometimes. I have to stop and let the dishes wait, let the laundry go unfolded, skip a exercise workout, etc...

So, stop. Stop trying to get everything done and have a moment of success.

I thank God for all my dear friends who are striving to get through it all as well. May God bless.


Anonymous said...

Cute curls, Suz. Loved the post. I don't know when you find time to write, but it's good therapy, I think. You are very blessed to have your wonderful little family. Keep writing.

Boy Mom said...

I love you, you have always reminded me that time spent with them is better then time spent on them.

I agree, where do you find the time to write? I know I couldn't blog if I worked. I'm glad you do though.