Due to a head cold I have been battling I could not get back to sleep. So after some time had passed, I went to scratch Middle Boy's back until he was lucid enough to talk to me. It was time for him to get up for seminary. We discussed some of the details of the weekend. A camp out, a XC meet, a pasta dinner with his team. He got up gladly and I fed him pancakes. I also approached my 17 yr old. I tried humor to wake him. He didn't respond as well as his brother. Maybe I should have gone with back scratching. I wish I could change the friction that is between myself and my oldest. Alas, he is a teenager and I am his mother. He crossly informed me that I was waking him way too early. I told him I needed to chat with him about a couple things before school. Then as I went on (about 3 minutes in) he crossly informed me that I was making him late with all this talking. Sigh. I told him that if he could make his bed this morning, that I would make him a nice sack lunch (they usually do this for themselves-is this mean?). He informed me that I could make him lunch if I liked but he had no time to clean the room. I made his younger brother a lunch and then thought about what to do for Big Boy. If I made him lunch then I wouldn't be following through with what I had said now would I? But where is the love there? So I made him a sack of "snacks" instead. No sandwich! Just chips fruit and a cheese stick. That'll teach that little whipper snapper!
As I sat at my computer in the darkness, I thought about my week. It's been a dark one. I've been sick, I watched a sad move, 9-11 was remembered. Nothing too bright. I am a bounce back kind of person and don't like to be stuck in the muck. But sometimes I do take a trip on the downward spiral and have to find my way back to the top- the sooner the better. Reading my scriptures always helps me. Remembering my many blessings is another key. I thought about yesterday afternoon. We had a small miracle. Big Girl has been pining away for the loss of her ipod. It's an old ipod that has been passed down through a few of us (lest you think I spoil my 8yr old). I recently put a bunch of her favorite songs on it before a road trip. Her friend gave her a snazzy cover and charger that she wasn't using anymore. She couldn't have been more trilled with the decorative cherries. Then in the chaos of coming home and unpacking it was lost. It's been lost for over a week now. Every day she asks if anyone has seen it. She spent one Saturday afternoon making "missing ipod" fliers and passed them out to all of us.
|The words read "She has cherries, she is gray!"|
Fransisca was helping me that day (please bless that we can always afford help around here-it makes me so sane). I told Big Girl Fransisca would be the perfect person to ask if she had seen it. Fransicia got our hopes up by saying she had seen it in her room on her desk. Then she recalled that it was another kids desk in another home she just cleaned. Rats! Where's the miracle? Just wait!
So yesterday I tried to act sympathetic as she worried once again about her missing prize. She verbally went through where she had been when it was last seen with me. I suggested places she might look. Under couch cushions, in drawers, etc. Then she suggested she should probably pray and ask for help. I told her that was an excellent idea. To my surprise she dropped right then and there on her knees in the dining room and said her silent prayer. She got up, wandered around for about 5 minutes and then asked if she could climb on the counter top and look on top of the fridge. " Why not?" was my response. Would you believe that was right where it was!? She said the idea just popped into her head. Amazing! She dropped down in the same spot for a prayer of thanks. There are good things in this world after all!
And as I finish this post and look out the window- the sun is rising most beautifully.