Why? Because she was a source of joy for me yesterday, and who am I to hold back joy?
I have been wading through piles of bills. Some of which will get paid “on time”… a select few will not get paid “on time”. This makes me not only feel scared uncomfortable, but also cranky. There are times my children add to my cross *brows furrowed” state of mind, but there are times I see that God gave me my kids to restore even just a smidge of my joy.
Like yesterday.
My sweet four year old little tyrant. Manipulator extraordinaire… THE Adorable of all that is adorable… Master of twists… Inventor of chaos… Our “surprise” that peppers our lives with goodness and messes…
As I tended to the list of things that need tending… Lucy tagged along. Subject to my ultimate timing and my decisions on what we were going to do.
Take, for example, lunch… I had busied myself with an ugly pile of bills, and could not pull away until my children’s stomachs had begun screaming for sustenance. I headed down to the kitchen to begin the arduous task of making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Lucy rounded a corner of the kitchen and broke into song,
MOOOOOOOMellujiah!!! MOOOOOOOOOMellujiah!!!
Oh mercy. If it wasn’t so cute, I’d have felt bad for my daughter who was so hungry she saw fit to sing praises for hope was at hand!
Later that day I made cookies. MONSTER cookies to be precise… Big cookies with raisins chocolate chips, M&M’s, peanut butter and lots of oatmeal to offset the sugar and butter… As I pulled a hot tray of Monster Cookies from the oven Lucy giggled,
OOH! MONSSSSER COOOOOKIES! I afraid of MONSSSERS, Mama!
And then she giggle, giggle, giggled her way to nearly burning her little fingers on that hot cookie pan… cuz she was so “afraid”.
And finally — Halloween. Lucy is too sweet for the heart of Halloween. Scary stuff sends her skinny limbs a-shiverin’. We hit Target yesterday and milled about the Halloween stuff. There were some masks that were, well, just plain awful. Joel (big bro) told her not to look. I looked down and her little arms were quivering, her lips stuck in a look that not even a camera could capture… I put my hands on her shoulders and helped her turn away… then she saw it. IT… The CHRISTMAS STUFF!
Before I could shift my weight she was off… squealing,
OHBOYMAMA!!!!! WOOK! WOOK! WOOOOOOK! It’s happy Christmas stuff, Mama! HAPPY Christmas stuff!!! I WUV Christmas!!!”
And that is the heart of my girl. How do I deserve such goodness in my life?
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