Crazy Mom at the Library Ruins Story Hour for Everyone


You know the story that has been filtering around the internet recently about the two parents who took their baby into a diner and apparently let her cry for longer than what was considered acceptable and were rudely thrown out and cussed at by the diner owner. 

Well, I don't want to talk about that story. In fact, it's kind of scares me that people on the internet are talking about it at all! 

You see regardless of what you think about this particular mom (the two different sides of the story don't exactly add up), I'm pretty sure that one day in the near future that's going to be my name and story plastered all over blog-o-sphere.

And it will go something like this:

Local mom of three pathetically apologizes this morning after her preschoolers ransacked the library, and her toddler knocked over the new computers. The three young kids ran kicking and screaming from the story hour room, after refusing to sit and listen like all the other obedient children. 

"I just can't believe she brought them out in public! If you have audacity to have three kids so close together, then surely you could at least stay home and spare us the drama." 

Eyewitnesses say the chaos started shortly after the mom pulled her children around from the computers for story time. The children initially sat down as directed, but as soon as the mother found a seat, they took off running out of the room in three different directions. After restraining them she sat down on the floor to hopefully keep them in their seats, but the situation continued to get worse.

"I couldn't believe what I saw. There she was sitting in the floor with a two-year-old and a one-year-old sprawled out in front of her trying to crawl away. She was holding on to their ankles and just smiled like nothing was going on!!!

The librarian reading the stories tried to ignore them and just kept reading. I'm not sure I could have done it. Someone should have taken those children outside, put them in time out, and miraculously changed their attitude using reason and a little tough love." 

Onlookers say they were initially annoyed by the interruption, but quickly became concerned for the children's safety. 

"The little girl often ran out of the room and around the corner. She was out of her mother's line of sight for almost 5 seconds at a time! Anything could have happened during those 5 seconds. Anything!" 

In addition to crawling around the room, running out the door, and fussing when asked to sit quietly. The children barked like penguins, tried to start a wrestling match, and refused to sing "If Your Happy And You Know It." 

But the disturbance didn't end after story time. The mom insisted on staying around to visit with other adults while her preschoolers dumped all of the puzzles out of the storage cabinet, and her one-year-old fell off the top of the computer table, taking a keyboard, headphones, and other computer paraphernalia with him. 

One area parent was deeply concerned. 

"I bring my daughter to the library to learn social skills and to work on her reading comprehension. We work hard on teaching her obedience and conformity to the norm, and in one morning these hoodlums undo weeks of training. She was smiling and enjoying their spectacle, but all I saw were future criminals in our midst!" 

The head librarian refused to comment on the situation, but looked away sheepishly when questioned about who invited this mom of three to story hour in the first place. 

"They seemed like such a normal family when they come to visit on their own. I really hope they will come back but maybe bring their dad with them next time..."

Loving My Husband When I Don't Like Myself


I was in the process of getting ready for church. My hair was still wet from my shower. I didn't even have time to brush it out when I had to chase my 15-month-old down the hallway to save my phone from a dive in the toilet.

I carried the crying baby (now phone-less) back to the living room and started to get him ready for church.

There I found my three-year-old who kept asking me how to spell the word "rocket," and my two-year old who was running around screaming because she would rather be naked than wear the clothes SHE had picked out for church that morning.

I glanced at the clock and remembered my still dripping hair. I needed to hurry. 

I walked around the corner to my room, three children trailing behind me, and my husband greeted me with very familiar words. 

"You are beautiful." 

I smiled. He always says that. 

In fact, he says it so much I often tend to ignore him. I shrug my shoulders and go about my day, but this time something was different. Maybe it was simply the fact that his words were so out of place. I was a mess and my kids were falling apart, and yet, he could still see beauty.

I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself. Maybe he was right.   

For so long I've struggled with my definition of beauty: long legs, lean hips, flat tummy, manicured nails, flawless makeup, and voluminous, shiny hair. 

In other words, everything I'm not.

I've never been much of a girly-girl. I'm most comfortable just being me, without all the added fuss. Still there are days, weeks even, when I just can't accept the woman in the mirror. 

But today as I stood there trying to make sense of the mop on my head, I realized something: I am beautiful (although not at all glamorous!).

Don't get me wrong. There are still things about myself I'm not thrilled about. We all have those "problem areas" whatever they may be, but when we let those things define us we give them too much power over us. We let those insecurities rob us and often our husbands.

I've learned this lesson the hard way.

I can't tell you how many moments I've ruined because I was too stubborn to take a compliment. 

My husband says, "You are beautiful."

And instead of smiling and flirting with him too, I often find myself saying, "But what about _____" Fill in the blank. Pick any flaw you want. I've been through them all. 

"I love that about you."

I honestly thought he was crazy, but I'm starting to think that maybe he's the only one who really understands. 

He knows me. He knows my struggles and my joys. He knows my passions and all the things that irritate me. He knows how much I love my kids, how much I enjoy our life, and how much I like being his wife. 

He sees everything there is to see, and he thinks I'm beautiful inside AND out. 

And I bet if you ask your husband, and he'd say the same thing about you. In fact, maybe he's already told you just how amazing you are, and you just haven't been listening.

Society wants us to think that men only want women who are the model of perfection, but I think that's rarely the case. Those airbrushed magazine models may seem good for the moment, but they aren't what men really want.

A man wants intimacy, love, and respect from their wife. He wants someone to share life with. He wants a woman he can truly enjoy.

I'm sure if you polled a few fashion magazines, modeling agencies, and random guys on the street, they probably wouldn't see much value in my appearance. 

But if you ask my husband, he'll say I'm the prettiest girl he knows. And he means it. 

So instead of arguing with him and trying to convince him that I'm not perfect, I'm just going to take the compliment and enjoy the attention.

Less fighting, more kissing. Sounds like a win-win to me. 

The Fun Mom


Some days I felt like a pretty boring mom.

Clean, clean, clean.
Work, work, work.
Shhh! Stop! Don't!

There are days when it's just easier to contain my children, to keep them occupied and out of my hair.

I just get so focused on the work I have to do, work that I've let pile sky high, that I don't really enjoy being with my children. I just want them to leave me alone...

Then there are days when I can be a pretty fun mom.

I spend more time playing with my kids and less time worrying about all the little things in life. I choose to smile and do nice things for them, even though they often choose to be a little wild and crazy.

Today was one of those really good days. 

Recently my grandma gave the kids some monster shaped cookie cutters.

Cookie box along with my first attempt at a "cute" cookie.
Not so much...
My three-year-old took one look at the box and started begging me to open it.

"Mom, can we eat the monster cookies now PLEASE?!?!"
"Buddy, they aren't cookies. They are just cookie cutters."
"Can we eat the cookie cutters now PLEASE?!?!"
"You can't eat cookie cutters. You use them to make the cookies."

All I've heard since then is, "Can we make cookies now? Now is it time to make cookies? Can we eat them now? Mom? Mom?!?!"

So last night I stayed up late cleaning my kitchen and making a batch of sugar cookies knowing that the first thing my kids would think of this morning would be monsters.

I hopped out of bed at 7 am and instead of exercising, I walked to the corner grocery store for Karo and powdered sugar.

And by 9 am, my kids were painting their very own monster shaped cookies.

Of course, our cookies weren't anywhere near bakery standards. The cookies themselves were dense and a little dry because all I had was whole wheat flour. The icing was super sweet and sugary with not quite enough vanilla. And the decorations looked very much like I had preschoolers assisting me (although I'm not sure I could have done much better on me own...).

But they were our monster cookies, and my kids loved them!

As I watched my kids work this morning, I couldn't help but smile. There are days when I wish I didn't have to stay here and corral so many young ones, but not today. Today I am thankful that this is my job. 

I'm thankful that I can choose to make our days funs. I can choose to spend time with my kids. I can choose to enjoy my children, even when they seem like a lot of work!

Picnics in the backyard.
Riding bikes down the sidewalk.
Trips to the library.
Painting pictures (followed by an extra soapy bubble bath).
Running in the sprinklers.
Endless piles of books, puzzles, and games.
Snuggles on the couch.

This is the real stuff of childhood, the stuff that they'll remember and cherish. This is the stuff that makes life fun, and I can give that to them. Maybe not everyday, but hopefully more often than not.

Because it's through these routine experiences of childhood that I can really teach them the more important things in life.

Lessons in togetherness, sharing, kindness, and obedience. Lessons about their Creator and our Life Sustainer. As we do life together, we share so much more than fun. We share our hearts.

I know that motherhood won't always be easy and full of sunshine, but if you have time to make cookies today, do it.

The rest of the work will wait.


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