Mother hen feathers raising a five year old boy
|By LYNDA JENSEN|
Having a boy is really so different from having a girl - don't you think?
I have a 5-year-old son, Bryce, who started this thing with dirt over the summer.
Not just your regular dirt, but the kind that needs a blow torch to remove. One time this summer, I gave him a bath three times in one day. Then I came to my senses and realized that I had a boy. This constant scouring thing would have to stop. Sigh.
So I declared a truce with dirt, and I let him enjoy it a bit before I scrub it off. I'm trying to increase the lead time with the dirt, but it's murder.
Mother hen feathers, or so I call myself, is doing just fine.
I have about one dozen nicknames that I call Bryce. His nickname as a baby was "booger." Now, I call him any of the following: big dooders, little doodies, and big fella.
When I'm mad, I say "Bryce, get your butt over here right NOW." He listens about two out of three times, which is pretty good for a boy. My daughter listens a little bit less than that.
Of course, she is a big 9-year old, just on the verge of fashion. (She has more fashion sense in her little finger that I have in my whole body.)
She will turn 10 next month, making me an official old woman.
This also makes my husband an old man, which I am hoping will persuade the military that he would not be useful if he gets called out on the war against terrorists.
Although he's a very good shot, he's pushing 33 y'know, and I think they'd want their recruits a little younger . . . Hmm. I think that only applies if you're drafted, which he is not.
Unfortunately, my husband is rated number one to be called out.
He's been in the Army National Guard since he was 17 years old, and we decided a long time ago that he should go ahead with 20 years in the military, for retirement purposes. We kind of knew this might hit up on some kind of conflict.
However, he works in field artillery and it's unlikely they would want him to work in this capacity, unless he were given a special assignment, such as to guard something.
We'll see what happens.
I thought I'd leave you, the reader, with two thoughts.
The first is a Biblical verse that I think applies to the terrorist attacks.
Incidentally, I must apologize for the lack of writing about this subject, but my sorrow is too much for words, and I can't publicly grieve about it. I don't know what words to say. Here's the verse:
We are afflicted in every way,but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken, struck down, but not destroyed.
Always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death works in us, but life in you.
But having the same spirit of faith, according to what is written "I believed, therefore I spoke," we also believe, therefore also we speak; knowing that He who raised the Lord Jesus will raise us also with Jesus and will present us with you.
II Cor. 4:8-14
Here is another poem, that I thought was worth passing along.
Take time to laugh - it is the music of the soul
Take time to think - it is the source of power
Take time to play - it is the source of perpetual youth
Take time to read - it is the fountain of wisdom
Take time to pray - it is the greatest power on earth
Take time to love and be loved - it is a God-given privilege
Take time to be friendly - it is the greatest power on earth
Take time to give - it is too short a day to be selfish
Take time to work - it is the price of success.
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