Jesus says we should be like the little children. In fact I think it’s Matthew 18:3 that says, “he said, ‘truly I tell you that unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

I am not childlike. Today unless you count the whining, I was no where near childlike.

I currently have this lovely rash.

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Bria is going through a phase. I think she’s been going through it for the past 7 years, give or take. I’ve been calling it a phase. She doesn’t sleep. It doesn’t bother her. She doesn’t seem phased a bit by it. The problem is that if she is awake, I’m also supposed to be awake. Last night was a horrific example. She literally woke me up every 45 minutes. She is worse than most newborns. I should also note that this is a blessing for Ray. It’s God’s way of making sure I don’t ask for more children. It’s currently working.

I woke up barely functioning trying not to be grumpy with my extra chipper children. Trying is the operative word. Just before we needed to go to school my stomach decided that all contents needed to vacate. I ran for Arleigh’s bathroom where there was no toilet paper. Too much information? I’m on a roll! (Pun not intended.)
We’re so going to be late! Everyone is stressed.

We weren’t late…barely. As I pulled into Bria and Jack’s school, I get a text from Hanan. She REALLY needs a green folder. That means a trip back to school.

The tummy troubles didn’t stop. I didn’t go to Bootcamp. Bootcamp is my stress relief. This is my signal that things won’t go well.

Good news! The tummy stopped revolting for me to make it to the school with the green folder and to my dental appointment to rework a cracked filling.

My dentist didn’t have a bite guard. I had to hold my mouth open. It took longer than they thought. You know it’s bad when the dentist says, “We had to go deep. You’re bleeding. I’m going to suggest salt water washes and Tylenol or ibuprofen.” Good times.

Early dismissal at school. Jack didn’t understand his homework. I’m so exhausted. You just keep trudging forward. At some point around this time as the anesthetic is wearing out I realize I’ve bitten my lip. It’s also slightly swollen and bloody. More good times! I am not feeling very childlike only because I’m refraining from throwing a giant fit.

Bedtime is approaching. I’m in that final stretch. Bria and Jack have a bath, get their teeth brushed and Bria’s hair is brushed and braided. We read a story. I ask them to say their prayers.

Bria prays. It’s just like usual, “thank you for my friends. Thank you for my family. Please help Grandma’s arm. Help for the homeless…” It goes on a bit.

Jack starts his prayer, “Thank you for my friends. Thank you for my family.” It goes on. Then he says, “I need help with my Legos. The Toy Story Legos are broken. Pieces are missing. We need to fix it. Can you help me fix it?” He tells a LOOOONG story about his broken Legos. I start to wonder if he even knows what he’s talking about. I’m worrying about how late it’s getting. He finally wraps it up. I’m not childlike.

As I’m tucking my Littles in bed Bria says, “Mama, I love hearing Jack’s prayers. He doesn’t just ask for blessings. He really talks to God!”

I am not childlike. Oh my word I’m not. I was ready to run downstairs and grab a remote or my iPad. I am not childlike at all. Tomorrow I’m really going to try again.

I listed all my very puny problems of the day like they were some sort of excuse for not being childlike. Um no. Jack struggles every day to communicate, to do little things we all take for granted. He gets aggravated just like we all would. Sometimes he gets mad. He still has it in him at the end of the day to say thanks to God like he really means it and to ask about the things he cares most about. Bless his heart. I’m not quite sure where we would be without his example, or Bria’s or Hanan’s or Arleigh’s…

Oh to be childlike!