Last week, I was having a particularly rough day where everything seemed to be going wrong. Plus, I was tired from battling allergies. While the boys were playing in the pool in the afternoon, I noticed them whispering with each other. Suddenly, they all got out and announced they were tired of swimming, something they NEVER say so I knew they must be up to something. They urged me to take the girls swimming and relax in the water with them for a while, "at least an hour", while they would just entertain themselves in the house.
After I made them promise that they were not planning any mischief, and that I was not going to walk into a completely disheveled house an hour later, the girls and I went to the backyard and played in the pool. John was out there playing with us, but secretly watching us and making sure I wasn't going into the house unannounced. Once, just to mess with him, I pretended that I had to go into the house to fetch something, and he promptly volunteered to get it for me.
An hour later, all pruned up, I announced I was done swimming. John, the informant, ran ahead of me to warn his brothers in the house. I walked through the back door to be greeted by my smiling older boys carrying a heart-shaped cake that they had made themselves, completely from scratch. They didn't even use a cake mix because I never buy any. They even decorated it with some candies they found in the kitchen.
The cake actually tasted really, really good. It was super moist but not too rich, and just really tasty. Also, I should add that they did not make a mess of the kitchen at all. In fact, other then the dirty mixing bowl in the sink, the kitchen looked exactly like I had left it. Not sure how they managed to pull that off.
Today, as every time I go shopping with the boys and there are flowers in the store, they were checking the prices and plotting how to pool their money so they could buy me a bouquet. Trader Joe's had fresias, which are my favorite flowers but almost never available anywhere. The boys were crushed because they were too expensive for them to buy, and because I would not allow them to buy me flowers even if they had enough money. They would spend all their money on flowers for me if I let them, and I just don't want that. I tell them they are much more precious than any flowers or expensive gifts. It's the thought that counts, and they literally think of me each time they pass a flower stand. How sweet is that???
Tonight as I was giving Annie a bath in the kitchen sink, a paper airplane whizzed by me carrying a note from our oldest, Solomon, who will be ten next month. Oh, where has time gone? :( Here is what it said:
Love Airlines - I love you very much
Love Airlines - you are the best mom
I get love notes from our kids multiple times per day. It is so sweet. I have been so spoiled, and it is not because I am some sort of super parent, because I am not. If it were not for the Bible, I would have raised very different children, if I had even dared to have any.
By contrast, I would like to share this shocking clip I came across last month. It was mind-boggling to even conceive that such children exist. I will not go into the hows and whys of this child's wickedness, but the blame is ultimately on the parents who created this monster.
God help us all when children such as this grow into adults. People leave me comments acting like we are hateful and radical and a "train wreck", yet our children are all extremely happy, polite, and well-adjusted.
I'll take the happy, smiling child in the "9/11 was an inside job" shirt over the monster in the pink shirt any day. Don't look at the tree, look at the fruit.