Today, after a wonderful morning with my kids, unexpectedly meeting delightful friends in a parking lot, and filling our fridge with much-needed food… something went snap. Was it the thirtieth time of stepping over that puzzle on the dining room floor? Maybe the crunch under my feet of the seventh goldfish meeting it’s demise. Perhaps it was the picking of the the lock in the front door with a jack knife. No, I bet it was that last time someone said they were hungry, even though they just ate eleven minutes ago. Whatever the case, this mama went “SNAP-O!” Snap-O. Sounds like a fun game! It’s not. It’s dreadful, really. It’s when your mouth opens and things rather loudly come out that aren’t nice. It often leads to tears. It must be followed up by apologies, or snap-o becomes contagious.
A wonderful admonition came when I was talking on the phone to Matthew and he reminded me (again) that they are children. I thought maybe I got that by now. Sometimes I forget, though. Sometimes I expect so much out of them or myself and before I know it, “SNAP-O” comes flying at me like a deck of cards being released and I stand there blinking and confused. I get tired of picking up the cards again, but thankfully forgiveness deals me another turn. God is so gracious.
Then there was rollerblading through the kitchen, a crying baby who wanted to be held, and multiple requests for food. Relief came when Matthew walked in the door and offered to take the kids to the park so I could finish making supper. I didn’t realize how much I needed that break until it came. Peace reigned supreme as he called from the front door, “I have all of them!” Even Betty? Even Betty. Twenty minutes later they came back with rosy cheeks and Betty was all smiles. She knows she’s hot stuff doing big girl things like playing at the park with her brothers and sisters. Her grin couldn’t be erased.
This weekend was fun and relaxing at the Weldon’s. We enjoyed a walk, good food, and being together.Outside, the sidewalk chalk scrawled out just one request: snow, please.
The snowman lights echoed the request.
Cozy warmth beckoned me back inside, where the sound of Adele filled the kitchen and the sight of busy little chefs were hard at work.Elsewhere, the boys found things which their hearts enjoy.