Confessions of a SAHM

I found this on some of my friends’ FB book pages and it touched my heart so I had to post it here.

10 Fingers and 10 Toes Written By:Michelle

10 little fingers and 10 little toes…..

That’s what they say. I just want 10 fingers and 10 toes. But that’s not what they mean. It’s not even close. It’s just a simple way of expressing a much greater wish.

What they mean is “I want a beautiful child with a bright future, I want to watch them take their first steps, receive their great report cards, watch them make the winning play in the game or cheer the team to victory. I want to cheer for them at graduation and watch as they walk down the aisle. I want perfection.”

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not criticizing that wish. It’s a perfectly normal wish. It’s what every parent wants for their child.

Never has a parent wished for less.

Often, however, we do receive what we perceive as less than perfection.

Sometimes we receive a child with fewer fingers or toes, fewer appendages or ones that don’t work properly. A child with a heart that beats to its own drum, a digestive system that won’t digest, or a brain that is wired differently.

When that happens, we grieve for the perfect child we imagined, while embracing the child we were given. In time, we learn there are new dreams to embrace.

We learn that first steps are more beautiful when they are waited and worked for, that a first step at the age of six is even more miraculous than one at age one.

We cheer for a new word or sound instead of a winning score, for we know that this win is so much more important than any ball game.

We learn that graduation from tube feedings to table food is just as much of a victory as graduation from college.

We learn to redefine perfection.

We watch their heartbreaks, some the same as any other child’s, others so heart wrenching that we would like to force the world to change, to see what we do. A snub on the playground, a look in the store, judgmental or condescending, as though our child doesn’t deserve the common respect that is given freely to others.

If only they knew what we do…

Ten fingers and ten toes, is such a small thing to wish for, compared to what we have been given.

It would never have occurred to them to wish for a child with a heart big enough to forgive anyone, that will never learn to hate, a child with a will ten times that of most children, and one who will not complain when faced with insurmountable odds.

But that is what we were blessed with…. Perfection.

So we just moved to El Paso, TX and today was our first full day here. Personally, I think the kids are handling it quite well…at least until we went for dinner. So we’re in a drive thru line and Mexican man walks by and Baby boy shouts “ooohhh, is that George Lopez!?” The man looked nothing like him. My husband response was, “From now on, just don’t speak in public…at all.” Baby boy was flabbergasted and trying to figure out what he said wrong. All I could do was shake my head. Lol Kids these days…

senoritasara:

We have literally moved from one end of the country to another. My wonderful husband was in charge of getting everything out of storage and putting it in the new house and flying to get us and drive us back. I arrive to the new house and everything is just thrown in the living room. There was no order in the packing and junk is just shoved into boxes with no rhyme or reason. I can’t find anything. Oh but I did get the kids to unpack their own suitcases….even if I do have to go behind them and redo it all.

Sahm :D

Sorry, that I’ve been MIA. Life has been crazy lately. I will get back on track soon!

Sahm

Okay so yesterday was a pretty busy day for me and the kids. We went out to pay some bills, spent some time at the park, ate lunch out, and went to our local drive-in.

Sounds fun? Yes, it was.

However, twice in one day, my youngest (we’ll call him Baby Boy) disappeared on me.

The first time was while we were at my mom’s house right before going to the drive-in. My mom lives in a semi-huge apartment complex in a very nice neighborhood.  Everybody knows everybody and the kids are able to run around freely. My kids USUALLY know to stay within site of the windows. Well, when we are leaving, I see Baby Boy no where. So my sister and I start a search. We were looking for a bout five minutes before she got a lead saying he headed toward the office. BTW, this is right at closing time. Come to find out, he’s hiding out in the office with the office’s kiddy candy bowl. He knew he was about to get locked in, but he thought it would be cool. He didn’t have a care in the world because he has a couch to sleep on, a water fountain, cable tv, AC, and ALL the candy he can eat for dinner.

Did I beat his butt? No, I simply explained to him how dangerous that was and how much he scared me. He now understands that he isn’t even allowed on the porch alone until I feel like I can trust him to stay in the yard again.

The second time was once we got home from the drive-in at 12:45 am. The kids are knocked out in the backseat. They fell asleep over half way through the second movie. We get to the house and I’m trying to shuffle the kids out> They all get out of the car sleepily and I continue to get all the junk and trash out of the car. (have I mentioned my husband is deployed and I’m doing this alone?) Well anyway I notice one kid missing….Baby Boy. Where the hell did he go this time? I head to double check the car when I find him laid out on the concrete drive way…asleep. He got out the car to sleep on the ground.

Can we say parent fail? Yes! I have learned to not trust children to escort themselves into the house when they’re dog tired from a long day out.

THE END!

…the definition of the word “definitely” to them. To make sure the students have a good understanding of the word, she asks them to use it in a sentence.

When called upon the first student says “The sky is definitely blue”. The teacher said “Well that isn’t entirely correct because sometimes it’s gray and cloudy”.

Another student says “Grass is definitely green”. Teacher again replies “If grass doesn’t get enough water it turns brown, so that isn’t really correct”.

Another student raises his hand and asks the teacher “Do farts have lumps?”.

The teacher replied, “No, and that is not a suitable question for class discussion.” The student replies, “Then I definitely pooped my pants”.