My son the hero
Victoria just ran into my room and told me that she was really scared and that there was a spider, but Sebastian killed it for her. I asked Victoria, while Sebastian proudly walked through the door with a big grin on his face, "Sebastian is your hero?" Sebastian said, "I a super hero." Then,Victoria, sang his praises, "I think he knows how to hunt now, he got a rock and killed the spider and an ant. I was really scared and he wasn't scared at all." Now some might say, that poor spider and the innocent little ant, but if they had to sacrifice their lives to breathe destiny as a hero into my son, then there was honor in their death. My son saved his sister in her time of peril. I was proud and I know that it only binds them more closely together as brother and sister. It's funny how the brother is the protector even when he is often younger. I am the oldest of ten, but when I was in need of some protection or dating a new guy that my brothers thought I needed protection from they were right there on guard. Having a sister is like advanced, early training for being a husband, and I personally think it takes a little weight off dad, when he has sons to stand guard along side him.
It's been 5 days
It's been five days since my last....O.K. since my last run. It's funny how different I feel about myself not having run in five days. I look different in the mirror and I am more down in the dumps. I went to the podiatrist after two days off, which in themselves seemed like an eternity. I was told that I fractured something near my pinky toe. There was a lot of inflamation around it as well. So, he pulled out a big long needle, which didn't make me queezy, until he told me he was going in and around my little toe. He injected me with cortizone, which is suppose to help with the inflamation. Now after 5 days without running there isn't much improvement. The doc said I should be off of it for 4-6 weeks. My marathon that I have been training for is in 3 weeks. I just paid for it 2 weeks ago, after finishing up my major build up mileage. After running my 20, which is the longest run I would do in training before my marathon, I registared figuring I was safe from injury. Little did I know. I am still hopeful that next week I might be able to continue running, but the chances are slim. I have been praying what feels like a selfish prayer for healing. I have trained so hard and as much as I love running it was a lot of work and time away from my family out on the roads on my long runs especially. If God has some other plan then so be it. I am still asking him though until I feel I have a definate answer. Hey, there's always next year right?!
1st X I'm creating a title after I blogged,Clarity through Parenting
Sebastian went to bed tonight with a sword and an axe. It's the same axe that he gave me to protect myself from bad guys with however I deemed possible, the other night. Maybe he needed to feel safe? Maybe mom and dad in the other room isn't enough. Maybe I should move Ginger, our ferocious dog's bed into their room at night. I know that I feel safe. I don't need Ginger. Heck, for safety I don't even need Adam, I know that I have a Father that watches over me. We try and instill this in our children. I think Victoria has it, but Sebastian is younger. He often says at night, "I scared," to which I reply, "You don't have to be scared daddy and I are in the other room and we love you and Ginger comes and checks on you all through the night and God is here with you." Someone once gave us a little figurine that has a saying, God is only a prayer away, and I try and remember to tell him to pray to God. I think life would be easier for all of us if we didn't let fear get in the way and just simply turned to God. I know He just wants to hear from me. I have been trying to memorize Psalm 5:3? Lets see, In the morning O Lord, you hear my voice, I lay my request before you and wait in expectation. I've been taking advantage of His grace and I often request all day long. I don't always get answers, but I know often I don't have all the answers for my kids, maybe the timings not right or maybe I want them to figure it out for themselves. I so love being a mom. It sure does answer a few of my questions, or at least make things more logical for me in my relationship with my heavenly Father. Not to say that He does things the way I would, but it makes sense to me and I know He would let me know if I were really off base. Hey, if I didn't quote Ps. 5:3 correctly, maybe it's Ps. 3:5. I'll have to check that.
Guten nacht!
While I said goodnight to our children alone at midnight, Sebastian said to me, mommy I want to tell you a trick in your ear. Victoria was trying to pull the two pieces of material together were the hole in the middle of one of my favorite pairs of socks exhists. I thought it was so sweet that she was trying to take care of me and fix my sock, and cover my heel. I love my children. I have been thinking about that darn book, The Boy Called It, all day and I think I am going to have to get through it quickly because it is tearing me up. Oh, Adam walked through the door in time to say good night to the children before they fell asleep, and before I missed out on my good night kiss. We can't have that now!
My little Protector
My son just came into the room and handed me a tape measure, a balloon, and a plastic axe. He told me if the bad guy comes, you use the numbers (the tape measure) and the balloon, is your bomb, you can blow them up, the axe he told me how to hold it and then said you can do whatever you want with that. Then he kissed me on the nose and went to play house in the other room with Victoria.
When I came home from my run this morning, the kids were both up and excited to see me. They had a surprise for me, a dog and two bears wrapped up in a blanket. Adam said they had wanted to make me a cake as well, for my birthday, which really isn't until June. I love my kids. I had been listening to The Boy Called It, on audiobook, while I ran today and I just have to say I love my kids, and am going to work really hard at not yelling. I know it will be hard, because sometimes I get so upset and frustrated. However, I want to be as opposite of the kind of mother that David Pelzer had. I just don't understand how people can abuse children. :( I almost threw up about 4 different times, listening to the first couple of chapters of that book. If I do someday enter education as an occupation, I will aways remember this book, and I'm not even half-way through it yet.
Must Rest!
I know, why am I posting if I must rest? I am trying to stay awake, but am struggling. I had to get up and run at 6, because Adam had a 10 o'clock appointment with clients. We were up watching Garden State last night, which was a good movie. I had a surprizingly awesome run this morning. Ginger joined me for the first 10, and I ran the last 6 alone. I was done in about 2 1/2 hours, with an unaccounted for 5 or 10 minute break in the middle to refill my water bottle and go potty.
This is totally off the subject, but they are sitting here right now while I am posting and I just love my kids, they are the best. Adam and I are truly blessed. They are pretty well behaved and some of the cutest kids you've ever seen. Thanks God!
