Saturday, September 28, 2013

Nostalgic in Less Than 26 Seconds (3 Videos + Mood Music)

This morning we spotted snow in the mountains above our home and my fingers froze on the way to work.  I'm missing warmer times and all the freedom of being with my kids.  Last summer was Colbie Caillat.  This summer it was The Lumineers. 

"I belong with you.  You belong with me.  You're my sweetheart."


  






Saturday, September 14, 2013

Rare Insight

Once a week (or more) I volunteer in my kids' classrooms.  I don't get to interact with them 1:1 - instead it's mostly mundane, mind-numbing errands like copy papers, correct papers, sort papers...

You get the idea.

But I love it.  Because while I go through these simple tasks in the back of the classroom, I get to watch my children - up close and personal, like a fly on the wall.  I get to watch how they interact with their peers, their environment, their social world outside of their home.  Because for the most part, they forget I'm there - or they think I'm too busy to be notice.

I'm not.

I notice if they're really paying attention to the lesson/teacher and how much of what he/she says actually gets translated correctly when they get home.  It's amazing to observe how they move in their most basic element - witnessing them struggle with how to respond, how to calculate a move, what to think of themselves when someone else makes a judgment that's not Mom or Dad.

It's an incredibly enlightening experience. 

And it makes the love I have for my children explode - like a heavy pressure in my chest.  It makes me love them THAT much more for bravely shouldering an ever-increasing load that will take them further and further away from me into their own independence.  The heaviness sometimes feels lonely.

Is this how God feels while watching me?  Is His discerning gaze aware of my struggles, my weaknesses and my tactless gibberish?  Does He know that sometimes I'm not listening when I should be?  That I should be kinder when I'm not?  And that deep down I only really want to come home?

The days I volunteer are my kids' favorite day of the week because Mom is suddenly, uncharacteristically sweeter than the other days.  And she usually has their favorite after-school snacks waiting when they get home.

They can't figure out why.