Rising Above It

I’m trying to stay focused on God but something happens to me when I hear a lie.  I just go all willy-nilly on a person.  From 0 to 100 and back down to 75 is how my husband used to explain it.  And it hurts.  Not just me but everyone who is in the room, within earshot even.  I hear them questioning what or who set me off.  I didn’t want to be that person,  I don’t even know when she appeared or when I became the one person I swore I would never be.   I pray to bind that personality and I feel the difference when I hear the lie.  I try to stay centered.  Sometime I perfect it with grace.  Other times I catch myself in mid hype and slow down the reaction.  It’s the journey I’m traveling.  The road to the crown is bumpy.  It is my destination so I try to rise above it.

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Talk it Right

Talk, talk, talk. 

I’m good for saying, say what you mean and mean what you say.

What I’ve learned is no matter what your saying if the delivery isn’t right what you said means nothing.

Speak with love with every word you say so the heart can hear the truth.  Even when your speaking words that no one wants to hear, if it is coming from a place of love, the heart will hear it.

From my heart to yours,  LOVE one another!

Walk in JOY!

Denise 

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His Girls

He asked, “What are my girls gonna do when I’m gone?”

        Well:

The girl woke up and changed her mind about what’s important in life.

One girl quit her job and followed her dream.

Another one took a class so maybe she can get an office job.

The littlest of them all started reading and writing her own notes saying they came from you telling them all:  “You are loved bekus you love from the heart.  

Today without you the girls drove from South Carolina to Philadelphia.

Without you the girls leaned into Jesus Christ who strengthens them and gives them perfect love.

The girls got moxie.


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Chatterbox

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I gave birth to a chatterbox.  That little bird’s chattering kept me company for years all day, everyday.  Life called to separate us and like a good mother I abided.  Doesn’t every mother want to see her bird soar to new heights?

The excited little bird left the nest but parts of her were reluctant.  She worried about her mother.  Who would be the constant jangle of her day?

There could be no who to take her place, it had to be a what. So the little bird surprised her mother with a gift of a bracelet.  The bracelet came in a set of two with two otters.  One for each of them to bring security from them drifting apart that way they will always be connected.

All day, everyday I hear the jangle of the bracelets.

All day, everyday I am constantly reminded I am loved.😘😘😘

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Day 2 of 25 Days of Christmas Crafts

  I always knew my husband’s sports magazine would be good for something.
J did this craft.  Being 4 it took her all day.  So moms after school lets out for the holiday, this will be a good one.

3 easy steps:

Fold to the binder

  
Fold again. 

 
Tuck the bottom in to make it level to stand. 

   And like J said, “Ta Dah!”

I had some left over spray paint and gave it a spritz of silver.  I then put his magazine back in the bathroom where I found it. Not exactly how it was but exactly where it was.

Until tomorrow, thanks for perusing and good night.

Mom tested, kid approved.

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Yes Wonderers I went down the slide!
I almost got trapped in the fort to the point I told Jada to get Pop-Pop. Thank God the Playground Gods sprang me from my cage and I was able to lay down on the slide. If it can hold this big kid, I think it’s safe enough.

Thank you weekend warriors (Brent, Jared And Dan) and Pop-Pop for purchasing the Backyard Discovery Tucson Model 65411 from Walmart.com. Anyone in the Rock Hill, South Carolina area needing a handyman, Dan is a talented young contractor. I plan on using him for a few projects around the house.

The 641 reviews made the choice on which swing set to purchase a breeze. We look forward to all the summer adventure but I won’t be coming down the slide again!

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Me, not you

Good Morning Wonders:

My husband is away on business but before he left he said to me I couldn’t go because I needed to stay and watch the kids. He left yesterday at 5 a.m. At 9 a.m., just 4 hours later, I was at urgent care with J. Beads in her nose!
Well honey, I’m setting the tone for my week with the kids, not you. And this curse has been fulfilled. Just 4 hours in and need has been checked . We are moving on to fun.

You left grocery money for me to go food shopping. Guess what? We will be eating out everyday. I’ve already got my map together of where kids eat free. I’m not cooking not one night. I’m in charge of the diet this week, not you. So you know we had CiCi pizza last night, all you can eat. I cancelled my doctor’s appointment this morning. A1c don’t lie. And I’ll probably have pizza again this week. We are sorry you don’t like pizza but we do.

I’ve got a project lined up for everyday this week. Something you wouldn’t let me do or something you told me to wait on. I’m starting with hanging curtains in our living room. I’ve been waiting on you for two years. Today is the day! I’ve got plenty of plaster if I put a hole in the walls. But I got a leveler and a stud finder from a neighbor, hopefully that means I will only put purposeful holes in the wall :-).

I’m relaxing the rules, just a little, because we need a break too. I’m in charge this week. Me, not you. ME!

I’m putting this in writing just in case some of my projects go awry so you’ll know I went a little crazy, but be sure, we will be having fun this week. Fun, fun, fun, fun…..fun.

Disclaimer Wonderers . This is not rebellion or complaints. It’s a proclamation. Mundy Madness is in the house .

Girl Power

Hello Wonders:

“I’m off the friendship level”, he said. “I’m on the first level and I’m gonna keep changing levels until I’m on the girlfriend level. That will be when I’m in high school.” These are the words of my sixth grader first thing this morning. We had just sat down for breakfast. I hadn’t even had a chance to sip on my coffee and I must have had a look that made him feel I was perplexed because he said it again.

I asked the question of what is first level.

His response: I met a girl and I’m gonna get two passes for us to go to art class at lunch. We had lunch together and I like her and she likes to draw like me.

Okay, I understand.

Last semester he met a girl that liked music and played on the school orchestra. He joined the orchestra at the deadline and started playing the violin. Turns out he is pretty good at it. He is artistic but did not elect to have art as a class this year but he changed his roster to take art this semester for the new level interest.

Little does he know he has been on the first level for a while now. Last summer he learned to ride a bike from the little girl across the street. She is younger than he is but a girl just the same. At least six family members have been trying to teach him to ride for several years now but the little girl across the street gave him the confidence to let go of his fear.

While he was learning to swim, he held his breath, went under water and opened his eyes because the female life guard called him cute.

Dear Girls:

I thank you for encouraging my son to try new things. Please continue to use your girl powers for good and not evil. Be warned, if/when you start leading him unto a path of destruction, I will be there to thwart your efforts. Until that time, I love you.
Sincerely,
His Mom

I think I have about another three years before I have to worry about the high school girlfriend because when he came home I asked him how his lunch date went. He replied, “It was okay but you’re still my best girl.

Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.

Stepparent

Good morning wonders.

I dislike the word stepparent. So many people do not understand the meaning of the word. The dictionary defines it as someone that your mother or father marries after the marriage to or relationship with your other parent has ended. Well step parents I’m here to define it a little more for you and as my grandfather would say, “If you throw a stone at a pack of dogs, the one that hollers is the one you hit!”

Disclaimer: I’m speaking to the stepparents whose spouses have visitation rights and don’t use them.

I think the definition of stepparent should include the perspective of a child. That’s the missing element. So from the child’s point of view I’m redefining the definition to include some points of reference from the child.

If you are a stepparent and your spouses children are not allowed over your house, you are not a stepparent.

If you are a stepparent and your spouse is mentally, physically, financially or socially supporting your children but is not supporting their own, you are not a stepparent. As a woman I have never been able to understand this one myself. I don’t know how you would expect a child to understand.

If you are a stepparent and your spouse has had no communication with their child, can you help them? It won’t be easy in all cases but we have FaceTime, Skype, Twitter, Instagram and a host of other ways of communicating that distant should no longer be a deterrent.

Look I know a lot of you have reasons for why your not involved in your children’s lives but if it’s not a court ordered situation to stay away, you may need to look deeper and find a way to make a place into your child’s life. As far as my definition goes:

Stepparent – you stepped into a child’s life because you saw there was a need. But fulfilling that step makes you a parent.

Step parenting is not for the weak hearted. I want to see you be brave.