i was thinking last night that i needed a CHEERY blog post today. something uplifting. some good news. i was planning a happy happy happy blog. i had lots of happy happy happy ideas.
until the morning hit me. rosie was all excited about her last field day and the fact that FINALLY she was going to be in the FRONT of the opening ceremonies dance. and please mom don’t forget your camera. but maxx has a dentist appointment at that exact same time and i had signed up to help at her field day TOMORROW. which meant i couldn’t be there for the opening ceremonies dance TODAY. which was very very important to her. but she didn’t tell me. i think she just assumed i would be there. couldn’t fathom that i might have other plans. and i just assumed that being there on friday would be enough and that the fact that i was in sea world with her earlier in the week precluded my need to come and see the opening ceremonies and her class’ dance. and she was very very very sad that i couldn’t be there. not a whiney sad. but a “crying but don’t let mom see i am crying” sad. which is the worst kind.
do the math people. three kids. one mom.
choral concerts. piano concerts. steel drum concerts. sea world trips. field days. 8th grade dances. 5th grade luaus. graduation parties. dental appointment. eye doctor appointments. yearly physicals. senior sunday. last petite players shows. 5th grade kickball game. end of the year parties. last events at an elementary school ever.
and someone is always getting the short end of the mom stick. in fact EVERYONE is getting the short end of the mom stick. because the mom stick is very very very short these days. remember, remember it is the middle of may-cember.
and though i don’t have anything happy happy happy to say, i do have a song of the day...
a mighty fortress by christy nockels
which reminds me of the original version of the song. and right now this is my favorite verse in the old school version...
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
because some things have THREATENED TO UNDO me recently (like all of that list of places to be and things to see). but God has willed His truth to triumph through us. even when we are the short end of the stick. especially when we are the short end of the stick...
here is a lovely little photo retrospection of some of our petite players moments with rosie and her aunt leyann (who writes, produces, directs and stars in the productions and is the most energetic drama teacher/cousin EVER) through the years...
