Have you ever heard that song? The theme song in the Pampers Pull-Ups commercial. It is so catchy. I know. Lame.
But whenever that commercial comes on, I clap and sing to our little girl and think to myself “wow, Mariclaire will actually clap her hands and dance around with me one day”. But when I do this she pays me absolutely no attention. After all, she is only six months old.
But that is only the tip of the iceberg. I daydream about how she will look (with hair) and what extracurricular activities she will be interested in when she is older. And on a much larger level, during her bedtime prayers, Rodney and I have even prayed for whoever it is that will end up being her husband one day.
Sometimes it is hard to grasp that she will be an adult one day and make her own choices. That is the independence we give our children.
Don’t you dare. Not at home, not with friends or family, and definitely not at work.
Don’t talk about it. Don’t hint around about it. That is really going to ruffle some feathers and insult a lot of people so just leave it well enough alone.
Because when we are “politically correct” we are just being polite, right?
So the big elephant in the room. What could it be?
Be careful what you say in front of your kids!
My poor Mom. She has definitely learned that the hard way. Sometimes kids are so innocently, yet brutally, honest that it gets us adults in a lot of trouble!
There are a couple of uncomfortable, crawl-under-the-table type moments that I won’t share so that I keep our “family secrets” under wraps , but there is one memory in particular that sticks out to me.
It all started around 1:00am this morning. Rodney and I were wide awake and restless.
Rodney had just put his finishing touches on his sermon and printed his notes and I assumed it was finally time for bed. But I was wrong.
Tonight it feels like the night before Christmas. And I have butterflies, nervousness, excitement, anticipation, and on and on the list goes.
And it is because I am truly excited to celebrate tomorrow. Not just because the Easter bunny brings candy and eggs, and we get to see lots of friends and family and stuff our faces with lots of good food.
Tomorrow is so much bigger than that. And deserves a lot more respect than we give this day every year.
So what in the world is so exciting about tomorrow, besides the obvious for us “churchy people”? Because we all know what tomorrow represents, but what is the big deal?
“Please don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!”
Those words sound like something you would hear straight from a scene in a scary movie! And if you are at all like me, when you get around other women, your subconscious loves to beat you over the head with those words. A lot..
This uneasy feeling comes over you. And it is all because you do not want to put yourself out there, start letting people “in”, and then get hurt.
And that is where that nasty word fear comes into play.
We both like the color pink, dogs, and Cinderella. Poof! We’re best friends!
Remember those days? When making new friends boiled down to a conversation about your favorite color and immediately made you a new “BFF”?
Whatever else about your instant “BFF” you didn’t yet know would come over time. You would learn all about your friend as you rode bikes together, played Barbies or had slumber parties. Besides the basic information, everything else really did not matter.
So when and why does that change?
I had such an open and honest conversation with a good friend of mine last night that got me to thinking about something that is a little uncomfortable, in ways, to talk about.
Friendships. With girls.
And I am speaking to the ladies here.
And before you click away, like this is something that you have “down pat” or you feel like you do not need, maybe this will be a good post to read to reach out to some ladies that you may not know are crying out for relationships. Because it is not easy.
Dinner for tonight is done, which means only five more Daniel fast meals and we are there! Day 10 is just over the horizon and the fast will be done!
I have actually enjoyed this experience, as weird as that may sound. I have learned a lot about myself.
I found myself moping around wishing I could eat this or that throughout this process, and yet I am so glad that I decided to do this, even if it was a very last minute decision. <Insert churchy word> conviction rained down on me in waves every time I wanted to give in.
And I could not be more thankful for that conviction.
I took a little time to sit back this afternoon and reflect on what I have learned through this Daniel fast process. Sure, it is a little difficult, but what is the point? Am I learning anything at all?
And that is where I had a couple of thoughts on what I have learned so far and wanted to share.