I Just Couldn't Stop Myself

So today is Friday here and moving weekend officially commences.  It is also January which means that tax season is upon us and work heats up for me for the next several weeks (and then it seems like wedding season is upon us etc, etc -- I am so very thankful for this cycle!).  We are also on break from PlayCentre which means we have the "extra" to do of cleaning up our centre, grant planning and projects begin...Such is life, a collection of projects and daily living.

I thought I wouldn't have a chance to write again before we move and truthfully, I really don't, but I wanted to take a minute and scratch out a few things that have been on my mind the last few days that I just needed to share.  The first has to do with this blog...I do not proof this blog the way that I should.  Each entry I make gets roughly 100-150 views and I realize that I am not always putting my best foot forward when I misspell or if my grammar is incorrect but truth be told, if I worried about it, I simply would not have time to write.  I really don't have time as it stands but since it is something I want to do to share our amazing opportunities with my family and friends (and anyone else who is reading it in Russia).  Therefore, just a quick apology to cover all the times I use the wrong to (serious pet peeve) or misspell the suburb I am moving to (just did this one in the last entry!).  Usually, I realize I have done it after the fact and depending on how much time I have, how stupid I feel and what mood I am in, I might edit it.

When I became a parent I gave up on perfect.  I mean, let's face it, I hadn't done anything perfectly until I had my boys.  God made them perfectly and I did all I could to help so, there is my contribution to perfect!  My blog, well, it's more me than perfect.  This paragraph leads into my next two kind of, "perfectly" although everything that I say here is so, very, disjointed :)

It has come to my attention that several people in my circle of existence have been turning thirty (I run with a young crowd -- wink, wink!).  There seems to be a lot of moaning and complaining that comes along with your 30's and I wanted to make a couple of statements about it.  1.  Thirty started the best time of my life so far.  I found out I was having a little boy (AJ1) on my thirtieth birthday -- seriously the best gift ever!  2.  My thirties have been a sort of renaissance for me.  I am finally old enough to know better and still too young to care.  I worry plenty but not about insignificant things any more.  Well, sometimes I do, but generally I have the wherewithal to stop, collaborate and listen...No, but really, there are few things that get to me the way they used to...Thirty in my eyes is beautiful and made even more so by my little family each and every day!

Finally, on God...So, the other day I was going to the New World (yes, I intentionally say this like an old lady going to "the Walmart" -- I think it's cute and it makes me feel wise beyond my years) and there was a man walking around in the parking lot.  I don't know enough about NZ culture to know if there is a large homeless population but in the States I would have assumed him to be mentally ill and homeless.  He was bundled all up and it's the middle of summer here etc, etc.

As I looked at him I was in my "I don't judge people kind of way" passing judgement.  This is something I have struggled with for years, the ability to find that fine line between being aware and passing judgement.  Well, my thoughts wondered back to a night a couple of years ago when there was a man at my door at dusk and I didn't answer.  I peaked out the window and saw him standing there and thought, that looks like Jesus (you know, white, long, fine brown haired, Jesus, not the nappy haired, bronze Jesus the bible describes).  Wouldn't it be horrible if I stood in the dark and didn't answer the door when Jesus knocked?  If you are wondering why I didn't answer, please see my last posting.  That night has haunted me since.  As I thought this Alexander asked, "Mom, is that God?".

How do kids ALWAYS know what you are thinking?!?  I did a double take and JUST before I said no I closed my mouth.  What came out next was a surprise, even to me..."Well, Alex, that's a good question and in a way, yes, that is God.".  Before I could finish he said, "Is that what God looks like?".  Again, "Well, it's some of what God looks like...".  I went on to explain that God is everywhere, in everything and that since God created us in his image, from his knowledge, that the entire world was part of God just as our artwork is kind of a part of us.  Deep mamma moment!

I was a little more prepared for this mornings question about church...

I studied politics, Philosphy and communications in college.  I thought I had learned all the wrong things for this most important job as mamma.  I thought that maybe I would have been better served with a degree in early childhood development now that I kind of have my own nursery school at home, but then again, maybe not...