Late summer of 2003…
The month of August usually ends with all the doctor check-ups. I try to get them scheduled before school starts so they are out of the way & we don’t have to interrupt school for appointments. We usually get a big block of time & all go together. So, this week included the trips to various doctors: check-ups, eye, etc. Somewhere in the middle of all that, the boys developed a cough that won’t quit & Keith & I picked up a bug or two requiring antibiotics. Now mind you, we are a family that takes vitamins every day, but I think Nate & Callie have had all of two antibiotics each in their lives & I only remember Anders having to take some once. We don’t do antibiotics often.
One doctor we didn’t see this week was the dentist. We used to be on a simple January & July routine – easy to remember. Somehow we got bumped into August & now it looks like this time it will be September visits.
Anyway, this last week has made me SO appreciate the fact that our family has been blessed with wonderful health! We don’t have to do the doctor thing very often. The appointments, waiting rooms, paper work, insurance!! It’s ridiculous! It is a rude reminder to pray for those families who have to deal with this kind of stuff routinely. Wow – my heart really goes out to them!
It also reminds me of a Nate funny I’ve not had the opportunity to share. So here I share it before I forget it entirely. It was a few years back – I think Nate was maybe six? I try hard to have everyone’s teeth fairly clean before we all traipse into Dr. Van’s office & he has to dig around in them. This time, however, I realized Nate had recently eaten a cereal bar. So, since I didn’t have his brush along, I handed him a couple mints & told him to take them for Dr. Van. Afterwards, I went in to ask the Dr. how things went & all. He said fine. He told me Nate had come in & offered him a couple mints for his breath even. Nate had apparently misunderstood & thought I was giving him the mints to spare my sweet boy the smell of the Dr.’s breath!!! My child. It never dawned on him that HE could be the one with the lousy breath. I guess we’re doing okay in the self-esteem & confidence department!
The other day I picked the brain of my little gal for posterity’s sake. Here are the results…
What are some of your favorite things?
taking a break from seeing Anders
playing with my cousins
pretty hair ribbons
Uncle Paul on stage
reading Magic Tree House books
my beautiful mom
my handsome dad (It’s flattering to make the list & all, I just note where we are – somewhere between night lights &… pork?)
bread & butter
the big fat pig at the Iowa State Fair – Toot
glasses (she wants ’em)
hanging upside down on the trapeze bar
family camping trips
my slip (it’s white & satin so feels fancy)
hot chocolate with whipped cream
I love this little guy!!
And of course, they had to make it “better”…
It is possible to be totally in the right, but have the completely wrong attitude behind it. That’s exactly what Jesus had against the Pharisees. It’s so easy to shake a head at the Pharisees in disbelief, yet turn around & be the exact same way. That big ole’ log was hanging so far out of my eye the other night it was hitting people all around me!
Over the weekend, my dear hubby & I had a “discussion” about something where obviously I felt I was in the right. It was one of those topics dear to my heart. I was “right” to be upset, disappointed, my thought process was legitimate & all. But my attitude was so horrible behind it, I am ashamed to say! The only reason I do is so, hopefully by writing about it, the next time I can stop myself & remember to give myself better advice, & give Callie good advice when she’s in this situation someday. Mom’s advice to me was, ” Where will it get you? You’re right, but let it go. It’s not going to get you anywhere.” She’s right! As a wife, sometimes we might get hurt & have a “right” to feel hurt, etc. We might be totally correct about something. But if you start disrespecting your husband in your tone of voice & thinking all the while how right you are on this one, you are suddenly TOTALLY in the wrong! That’s where I was the other night. Totally wrong in one bad attitude. Thank God He (and he) loves me even when I pull that garbage! My horrible attitude was ten times more out of line than my husband’s wrong, no matter how important the discussion.
Note to self: In the future, instead of the BA, try remembering how much your husband loves you & the family. Try dishing out a little of the patience & understanding he hands you on a regular basis. Serve up a heapin’ helping of that grace you’ve been given. “A wise woman builds her house; a foolish woman tears hers down with her own hands.” – Proverbs 14:1 Be the wise woman next time.
Just reading a few posts elsewhere. Interestingly, they are complete opposite ends of the same spectrum. I shake my head with incredible sadness as I think about where our culture is & how it got here when it comes to our children. On one hand we’ve got this…
I really like that song. I can feel for those who are not able to have children. But it seems everybody wants & expects to get one or two children. We are “entitled” to have what we want & anything goes to get it!
On the other hand… more than one per gender is seen in a whole different way. I have never felt this personally from others because we have the “perfect little family” of three (so far, Lord willing). But even when we were expecting our third, some thought it was an accident because we already had one of each gender! We couldn’t possibly WANT another. And it is assumed we are done, right?
Our culture just doesn’t get it.
Click here to read a thought provoking article.
A thank you to Jess for passing these along.
Our Callie’s now an official bike-rider! Keith removed the training wheels & took her down to the local school parking lot the last couple evenings to try her hand at two wheels. She got it down tonight after only her second night out! She’s so proud of herself & so are we.:) I’ll come back & post a picture when I get one.