tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post7732886395337661577..comments2024-03-21T05:12:38.116-06:00Comments on Five Kids in Five Years: Moments happen when I get out of the waySarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00649282789502496298noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-29924672995627153902011-12-05T04:58:46.059-07:002011-12-05T04:58:46.059-07:00great post. Also good to remember that just becau...great post. Also good to remember that just because a moment isn't picture picture and meeting our high mom expectations,it doesn't mean there isn't value and wonder and fulfillment in that less than stellar moment! I'm thinking of our advent reading this year with lots of sibling shushing and "its my turn" and "he's breathing on me" balanced with kids gathered in one room for storytime, Bibles in hand, and I smile. If I waited for, expected or demanded perfection - a blissful reading and listening of the Advent stories, I would be missing out on the rich experience we had, even if its less than perfect.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-75095636221496393952011-12-04T21:33:59.835-07:002011-12-04T21:33:59.835-07:00SO true!SO true!Shawnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12521206493764797423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-89085308074698665712011-12-03T14:09:30.947-07:002011-12-03T14:09:30.947-07:00I am over from the Power of Moms site :). I loved ...I am over from the Power of Moms site :). I loved your post and it came at a perfect time for me. I have made many perfect Christmas plans in my head and yesterday I had to stop myself when the kiddos got out the nativity set ahead of schedule. Your post popped into my head, I let the magic happen .... and it was fun! My favorite part of the day was when my daughter came to snuggle up on the couch before bedtime wanting to look at the Christmas tree together. Wasn't planned, wasn't push ... it was perfect! so thanks for the inspiration and good reminder!Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16805597790929033164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-12512881462699182082011-12-02T20:37:25.684-07:002011-12-02T20:37:25.684-07:00This one resonated today. We started our stories,...This one resonated today. We started our stories, scriptures, and christmas singing last night amidst typical teenage boys fighting with little brother, as I type this comment Dad is refereeing what I hope is the final fight of the night.<br /><br />This afternoon, about five thirty, before I served supper, I asked all three boys to come join us for the story. I only had one balk and he was pacified when we told him he could light the candles. We had two fights over who was sitting where on the couch during the story, but other than that our twenty minutes together was mostly nice.<br /><br />Reality often clashes so resoundingly bad with the dreams we have for meaningful family time that we Moms are often tempted to give up, not try, and just give in to despair.<br /><br />As my husband was attempting to reason with three very unreasonable boys determined not to give an inch just now, I yelled to him, "honey, let them fight it out, come in the bedroom with me, and we'll lock ourselves in". My husband being the more Christlike one in our marriage, said, "yeah that is really going to help", and continued to teach the boys and settle the squabble.<br /><br />I think the issue for me is that I have all these hopes and dreams for spending eternity with my children, but at times I just get so overwhelmed with them that I start dreaming of the time when they will be gone. <br /><br />Right or wrong, that is the truth. I have determined that as a mother I love my babies until they are about four and a half, then slowly, year by year they start to get on my nerves.<br /><br />Maybe the ancients had it right when boys were married at 18 and girls married at puberty.<br /><br />Maybe we were never meant to live with our parents past a certain time. The biggest clashes at our house always involve the older children claiming the youngest is "spoiled", and having major issues with perceived injustices in how they were raised as opposed to how the youngest is being nurtured.<br /><br />Whew, didn't mean to write a book, but I always appreciate your honesty.Jenny Marie Hatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17937977010337087828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-43100236715565066032011-12-01T23:33:56.170-07:002011-12-01T23:33:56.170-07:00Yeah, us Dad's never try to fabricate them and...Yeah, us Dad's never try to fabricate them and they just happen all the time. Take a lesson from the dads for once.Jonah and Ajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02501294597728016508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22760611.post-90322873456845355942011-12-01T21:51:59.532-07:002011-12-01T21:51:59.532-07:00Nice job and SO true!Nice job and SO true!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00082310018885505399noreply@blogger.com