Blame Emily For This

This is the kind of mood I am in today- a bit red necky, a bit tired, and a bit impish. I cannot possibly write a sweet, heart touching letter to one of my children, I am pondering over this because Emily has given us an assignment. Go check it out and play. Yesterday I got THIS in my inbox, which I maturely mentally responded to with "Sure, it is easy for Max. How can I compete with this! My poor children- if only they had Max Lucado for a parent." Today I am pulling up my tough girl boot straps and submitting this entry- off the top of my head and straight from my flawed but ever lovin' heart.

Dear Son:

Do you remember the time I was in my non dairy phase and made you drink that glass of goat's milk? I remember crossly telling you to stop whiningand crying about the taste because you had had it before and drank it fine, so just get on with it! Only later did I look in the carton and discover that I forced you to drink several ounces of rotten goat's milk. When I apologized in tears, you looked up at me with those big 4 year old blue eyes and forgave me. Maybe someday I will forgive myself!

While I am at it, I may as well apologize for some other stuff. In my defense, raising a little boy is hard when you are a female. We just don't think the same. Since you are my first boy, it was probably a little rough on both of us. From the time your broad, little, bruised body was placed in my shaking hands, I realized that you were already vastly different from your sister. I am thankful that we both have a quirky sense of humour.

I had the best intentions when I taught you to dab your little male member while potty training, instead of using the shake method. I can now see that you use the shake method when I look at the shower door next to the toilet.

I'm sorry if I wasn't more enthusiastic when you burped in my face so hard it made my ears ring.

I hope it wasn't too terribly embarassing when you laughed at your friend's crotch injury and I told you not to call that part b*lls, but made you repeat the t*st*cle word after me AND then made you go check your buddy out. I now realize that this is not a man's way, and will try to do better in the future.

While there is much more to add, I am grateful that my parenting is covered with God's grace and I know that He IS enough to make up for all my mistakes.

Love and kisses- oops, I mean, a big high five,

from your Mom

DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY LAST POST AND ENTER MY CONTEST.