Monthly Archives: November 2011

A Good Reminder

I am a lover of Steven Curtis Chapman’s music.  Yep, that’s right.  I don’t care if his stuff is popular, cool, “indie” enough for one to admit liking, but I freakin’ love it.  His old school, new school, any tune.  His music has always touched my heart in the way that only a really great song can.  His songs tell stories, share genuine emotion and the man sure does love his woman.  Have you heard those he wrote after the tragic loss of his six year old daughter?  Raw, real and filled with a hope worth clinging to in the midst of unfathomable loss.  Seriously amazing.

Anyway, he wrote a song that is absolutely a dream for us mommas of young children.  It’s called One Little Heartbeat at a Time and it makes me sob Every.  Single.  Time.  It is what we all want to hear, need to be reminded of, and hope so badly to be as we mother these dear ones.

One Little Heartbeat at a Time, Steven Curtis Chapman

You’re up all night with a screaming baby
You run all day at the speed of life
And every day you feel a little bit less
Like the beautiful woman you are

So you fall into bed when you run out of hours
And you wonder if anything worth doing got done
Oh, maybe you just don’t know
Or maybe you’ve forgotten

You, you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh, you, you may not see it now
But I believe that time will tell
How you, you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time

With every “I know you can do it”
Every tear that you kiss away
So many little things that seem to go unnoticed
They’re just like the drops of rain over time
They become a river

And you, you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh, you, you may not see it now
But I believe that time will tell
How you, you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time

You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
How you’re changing the world
You’re changing the world

You, you are changing the world
One little heartbeat at a time
Making history with every touch and every smile
Oh, you, you may not see it now
But I believe that time will tell
How you, you are changing the world
Oh, I believe that you
You are changing the world
One little heartbeat
At a time

And you’re changing the world

 

Um, yah.  How many times have we felt in the midst of the vomit covered, timeout filled, haven’t showered in a week, if I leak milk one more time right after I step out of the shower I may lose my mind days that we are less of who we were before we were moms?  I know that I have.  Less beautiful, less valuable, less cool (though I’m not sure I ever would have fit into that catergory :)).  At the end of the day, our work is valuable.  The moments we spend caring for our children not are NOT a waste, they matter!

So remember on the bad days, and believe me I feel like I’ve been having a never-ending one for the past three days, that what you do makes you more beautiful and what you are creating cannot be measured.  There is no way to place a value on the time and love that we pour into our children.  I hope you’re as encouraged as I have been.  Maybe I’ll put this tune on repeat for the rest of the day.  After all, the baby who is getting about six teeth and had shots this morning is already crying after a 20 minute nap.

It’s 5 O’Clock Somewhere…

“Mooooooooooooooooooom-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy.  My poo poos won’t come out!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Ah, ah, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  No, no, nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!” (while banging feet against the wall.”

“Wah, wah, a bah, a bah, wah wah,” with hands frantically slapping together to sign more and signal that things will continue to get ugly if food is not given stat.

Yes ladies, it might not involve margaritas or happy hour, but it is definitely always 5 O’clock somewhere.  🙂

Heart Melter

This morning I actually remembered to put on lipgloss. Not balm, people, something that has color and does more for me than just keeping my lips moisturized. As we got out of the car, obviously I applied it while on our way (The Doc was driving), Molé noticed.

“Mommy, why are your lips red,” she asked.

“Oh, mommy just decided to put on her lip gloss today,” I said realizing how sad it was that my usage of makeup is so infrequent it is cause for a question when worn.

“You look like a princess,” she responded, eyelashes fluttering, dimples, button nose, bright eyes and all.

When you haven’t showered for two days, rushed around all morning just to get your family physically out the door, and managed to throw on lip gloss at the last minute in a desperate attempt to salvage your “look” it’s pretty awesome when someone notices. Even more awesome when that someone is 3 1/2, with a cute little voice and calls you a princess.

Pants on the Ground

Remember that American Idol ditty from a season or two ago? Heck yes. Older guy rocking out to a self written tune about young men with their lowrider, boxer clad booties hanging out. It’s on you tube if you need a reminder. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkeAzqhlkNk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Anywho, the other night as I was cooking dinner with my pants around my ankles this song came to mind. Was I trying to spice things up for my husband? No. Was it hot? Not so much. It’s called stretched out elastic waistband and grabby 11 month old who will pull up on anything. What was even better (NOT) was that I had decided to make chicken fingers and was in the process of the flour, egg, bread crumb assembly line. Fingers caked in raw chicken, egg, and goop were not exactly fit for pulling up pants. Did I mention that the babe is teething and must put his mouth on everything? So he was licking/biting/feasting on my legs after the depancing. Awesome.

Anyone else cooked with her pants down?