Thursday, July 06, 2006

Gum

We had a good trip to Virginia for the 4th of July holiday. The old Honda didn't let us down. Everytime she died, she dutifully started right back up!! What more can you ask for? We got to spend a couple of days with Duane's family. Sorry no pics. The digital camera is being finicky so I used the 35 mm. Noah really enjoys visiting there. He is fascinated by the fact that Grandad is a big game hunter and delights in all of the camo and dead animals filling their beautiful house. Micah wasn't quite sure what to think of all of the exotic animals, but warmed up quite nicely once he discovered they didn't move.

So, we're driving along in the car somewhere around Knoxville and from the backseat I hear "Gum". I'm pretty sure I know what's goin' down, but I wait to see for sure. A couple of seconds later I hear in a little louder voice "GUM". I'm thinking to myself, "Seriously"? So, as I usually do when dealing with ridiculousness, I ignored him. As my 5 year old repeatedly makes a one word demand I'm thinking to myself, "Where have I gone wrong that he could think even for one nano second that this behavior was going to result in chewy goodness for him." He eventually realizes the error of his ways and adds please, so now we have GUM PLEASE, which was of course equally as unacceptable to his growingly frustrated mother. I couldn't take it any longer, so I put a halt to the ignoring tactic and explained to him that adding please on the end of rudeness didn't make it any less rude. Needless to say, there was no gum to be had by him. This is our battle right now. That quick wit that provides me with endless funny stories about Noah is also what is getting him into much trouble right now.

So, with that being how things typically go in my parenting experience, let me just share this. I get a newsletter called Focus on Your Child from Focus on the Family. Tonight I was reading an article written by a mom of two children. She shared this heartwarming story about how her three year old beat six holes into the wall trying to kill a fly with a hammer. OK, here's the part I need help with. She goes on to share that even though she was tempted to be upset, she wasn't. Not only was she not upset, but apparently came to these meaningful revelations - like right there. She realized that many times she had chosen to attack something with a hammer that could have been swatted with plastic, her Savior had spackled many holes in her life, she's often made mountains out of molehills, etc.. What is that?? Who does that?? I would just like to know if there is one mother reading this whose brain operates that way. If that had been me I can safely say I would not have been standing there searching for the life application of the holes in my wall. Unfortunately, rather than my mind becoming focused on my Savior, I would've been thinking my three year old was in need of one about now. So, the question is, can this lady be for real? I'd like to believe that she is a big, fat liar. But, I am faced with the reality that I have a lot to learn as a mom. I am totally inadequate and would fail miserably were it not for the help and grace of my God. So, as I go to bed in a few minutes, I will be once again praying for the wisdom, patience, and love I so desperately need Him to provide me with if I am to be the mother that my precious boys need me to be. And maybe, just maybe, someday I can write a super annoying article about how wise, patient, and loving I was in a potentially infuriating situation.

9 comments:

Bryan said...

Hey, Jenny, nice blog. Its hard to know when to be patient for mistakes and when to be firm about things they shouldn't do. If one of mine bangs six holes in the wall, I won't be hugging them and thanking them for the life lessons. I bet that lady's kid is a terror to his sunday school teachers. :)

I've got to tell you this. The other day I heard Avery and Ellis talking about who was like which parent. Ellis said he was like Mom, and Avery said that she was like me. I asked her why. She said, "I'm smart and you're smart. I like to ride my bike and you like to ride your bike. I'm funny and you're funny." I said, what about mom? Avery said, "Ummm... Mom's not really funny." Ellis (four y.o.) piped in, "No, she's not funny." I told Bethany about it, and I think it bothered her slightly that her kids agreed that she's not funny. (She actually has a good sense of humor.)

Anonymous said...

I think they just like to test us just to see what they can get away with! You passed because you didn't just give in to him. But I am sure he will still try!!
Amanda D.

Celeste said...

I read the same article, and I thought the same thing you did. I bet she had to leave the room so she didn't beat him with the hammer. And probably three years later thought, "Oh yeah, that wasn't so bad." Glad you are home!
Celeste

Tara said...

I'm not to that point of parenting where I have the option of discipline yet, but I feel certain that you are doing a wonderful job. Love you!

Kristi said...

Hi Jenny!
This is my first ever blog entry! I hope I send it right. I enjoyed reading your stuff. I don't quite get your and Celeste's responses to the FOF article; it was so inspirational to hear about how that little guy was trying to protect and defend his family--AND STRONG ENOUGH TO WEILD A HAMMER!Don't we all want little guys with such initiative! (Hope I don't get struck by lightning)
This idea (blog)has great potential to help me keep up with you guys. Love you!

Celeste said...

Kristi has lost her mind. The moral of the story is HIDE the HAMMERS!!!
Celeste

jenny said...

Yeah! Clearly her youngest 4 children are girls!

Denise said...

What? Another Blog-cation???? What is up w/that? Here I am hooked on your cute stories and pictures and when I check it ...Nothing! Let's get on the stick Jenny girl, I need more stories. Love the way you express yourself but must interject my opinion that the first child always gets the most disipline. We so want that first one to be the perfect child. I think Noah has your family's sense of humor and you must pick your battles w/him because there will be more to come and looking back saying "gum please" will be one of your funny memories. Keep writing this blog keeps me smiling!

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