by Heather Plett | Mar 23, 2005 | Uncategorized
Do you ever get the feeling you are a profound failure as a parent? I do. Regularly. Tonight was one of those nights.
After fighting with Nikki for about an hour over her piano lessons (she’s not quite grasping the scale concept), listening to her berate herself for being dumb, listening to her scream at me for making her practice piano instead of going to the mall, I was completely spent.
And what do I get for my efforts? Her pronouncement that she was going to shop for a t-shirt that says “Moms are cruel”. Maybe I should go into a t-shirt franchise – I could make a whole whack ‘a dough off disgruntled children with t-shirts like THAT!
But…when our fight was over and the dust had settled, what did I do? Well, I made cupcakes for her Easter party at school. Now I ask you, would a cruel parent do THAT?
by Heather Plett | Mar 22, 2005 | Uncategorized
Driving to IDC last night to return the truck we’d borrowed, I was following behind in the van. Marcel was in the front with all three girls strapped in the back seat of the truck (it’s a kick-ass truck with leather seats, you name it – they were quite happy to hang out there).
As the mind does when both body and mind are tired but neither can rest yet, my meandering brain conjured up pictures of the truck in front of me losing control, crashing into a tree, or busting through the railing of the bridge over the floodway. Common sense tried to regain control and convince my non-submissive brain that no such thing was going to happen, but there was no stopping the film-strip flashing before my inner eyes. It wasn’t long before I’d almost convinced myself that it HAD happened, and that my life, in one devastating moment, had become devoid of all that I love and hold dear. Before long, as I fought back real tears brought on by the fake scenario, my mind had raced on to envision myself hunched over the bodies of my beloved ones in the ditch.
Crazy how the mind works. Before long, all were safe and sound in the van with me, and the family that did not die drove home to their beds.
by Heather Plett | Mar 21, 2005 | Uncategorized
My little goofball
by Heather Plett | Mar 21, 2005 | Uncategorized
Yes, I’m writing about Maddie again. It’s been HER weekend (her birthday on Friday and then her party today), so I guess for now she gets the spotlight.
She’s upstairs singing lullabies to the “little peanut” in her tummy. Since Auntie Cyndi and Uncle J-L have been talking about the “little peanut” growing in Auntie Cyndi’s tummy, Maddie has decided there’s a baby in HER tummy too. When Daddy asked how it got there, she said “well, I ate a peanut yesterday.” A few minutes ago, she called from her bed wanting some water, I brought her a glass, and after taking a sip, she looked down at her tummy and said “you’re thirsty, eh little peanut?” And then, not long afterwards, Nikki walked by her room and heard her singing “Rock-a-bye baby” to her tummy. Smile.
by Heather Plett | Mar 20, 2005 | Uncategorized
driving
good music playing
dropped off my daughter
with good friends who love her
and love me
minutes alone
with lyrics lifting me
above this moment
life is good
love is good
this moment is good
joy bubbles over me
hope bubbles through me
deep breath of peace
exhale
voice whispers
don’t you understand?
don’t you get it yet?
this is the presence
of god
