Almost 4 years of ex-utero parenting under the ol' belt and I still stand back and look at myself in awe: did I really just engage in a conversation with Naomi about death at 7:30 a.m., before digesting even a drop of caffeine? Yes.
Did I really engage in that same conversation with Bernadette, the 2 year old, at the same hour, with the same negative amount of caffiene? Yup.
And did I decide that today would be the perfect day to experiment with what it would be like to take all three girls to Mass by myself? After all, how was I to know that it was an all school Mass with the foreign priest you can't understand but who still gives 20 minute long homilies for daily Masses?
Then did I let Naomi and Bernadette walk up unassisted to get ashes and in the communion line?
|Yep, they're plenty capable of that|
And did I further proceed to let Naomi try to go to the bathroom by herself during the same Mass only to realize that she cannot even open the 2 ton door by herself, so the kind lady who teaches her catechesis class had to rescue her and escort her to the bathroom?
Yes, yes, and yes.
Did I watch the two of them gallivant outside, Naomi holding a wooden stake and Bernadette sucking on a the dirtiest piece of ice I've ever seen while they drag the slide into the grass and knock it on it's side, then smile and wave from my warm indoor perch and get back to eating my lunch? Of course.
|I hate the cold|
What the heck is wrong with me, you ask? When will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut until the morning chemicals have done their job? When will I learn to keep my children safe inside the home until they know how to wipe their own bottoms?
I am beginning to think the answer is never. I will never learn. Rather, I think I am getting dumber as the years go by and as more babies are birthed by me.
There is just this voice inside me always chanting "Do it! You've got this! No one can keep you down!" Who does this little voice belong to? Shouldn't I be concerned that I am hearing voices? You don't hear voices?
Whatever, I am going to go ahead and plug ahead this Lent and probably try to do way more than I am capable of and fail miserably as that seems to be the only course that I follow as a mother.
Happy ash Wednesday!