Lesson Learned

This morning I was excited to go to church. Having missed the service for the past three Sundays due first to being out of town and then to illness, I was extra ready to worship God in the corporate setting today.

After a great morning of waking up to smiling faces, coming downstairs to an already prepared breakfast (Thank you, honey!), and leaving the house ON TIME (even a little early!), we arrived at church a happy family. Travis and I worked together to get the kids dropped off in their respective classes, and somewhere in the midst of that, I lost track of him. Not sure where he had gone, I hesitantly headed on in to the sanctuary and remained standing in the back, knowing that, wherever he was, he would find me there.

In a short while, he caught up with me, making his way into the sanctuary; and we found a seat as the worship service began. Out of curiosity, I leaned over and whispered to Travis, "What happened to you?" His less than gracious reply came just as the congregation was asked to stand and join in singing. Travis stood, but I didn't. I didn't feel like it. I was "hurt" and "offended" and I "didn't deserve" to be treated that way and the last thing I wanted to do was to stand and worship God and get over it and blah, blah, blah.... So I sat and sang half-heartedly while I wrestled with the irony of how excited I had been to gather with the Church in worship and yet how unwilling I momentarily felt to participate in it.

At the end of that song, the congregation was told to be seated; and as Travis took his seat next to me, I coldly turned my shoulder from him and refused to let my eyes meet his, all the while thinking, "I'm going to make him realize that he mistreated me!" I sat there like that, separated from my husband by the invisible wall I had constructed between us, when suddenly God spoke to my heart. "Stop trying to be his conscience. Don't you believe Me?" Immediately, I repented of my actions and my attitude and silently resolved to let it go and to let God deal with Travis IF he saw fit. Exactly following that instant, Travis leaned over and put his arm around me, pulling me to him in what felt to me like a silent apology. I smiled inside as I thanked God for His timing, realizing that apologies are so much better when made and accepted with right hearts.

Tonight, I picked up Created to Be His Help Meet by Debi Pearl and began reading from the chapter at which I had left off many months ago. Chapter 7 is entitled "Wisdom--While There is Yet Hope." A couple pages into this chapter, I read, "When God gave Eve to Adam, he was giving him a helper, not a conscience. Adam already had a conscience before his wife was created" (pg. 67); and I smiled at God. A few pages later, Debi poses the question, "Were you mad at your husband this week over something he did, like... speaking to you rudely...? Did you seethe with bitterness and intentionally avoid looking into his eyes so as to express your disdain? You know what I am talking about. You remember the ugliness of your own heart and soul" (pg. 72). Yes, I did remember. And, I smiled at God again.

That same chapter is subtitled with the following statement: "A wise woman is always learning. She is open to change. She is ready to hear. She pursues knowledge."

Thank You, God, for giving me the wisdom to HEAR and to CHANGE. And thank You for forgiving the ugliness of my heart this morning!

Grace and Good Medicine

It must be that time of year again. Everyone seems to have illnesses running through their families. We had our round of it last week. Each of the kids took his/her turn running fevers and requiring a lot of extra rest; and with my motherly love and compassion kicked into high gear as I cuddled and comforted my sick children, I found myself praying, "Please, God. Let me not get sick."

When I was growing up and would come down with an illness, I remember my own mom always saying, "Oh, I'd give anything to be the one sick instead of you." How selfless! How loving! But that's not what I was saying to my kids. It broke my heart to see them not feeling well, but the thought of me feeling like they did scared me. After all, mommies don't get Sick Days. "God, please let me not get sick. How will I care for these four kids if I get sick?"

Well, sure enough, I got sick. I knew for sure when I went to bed Sunday night that things weren't looking good. Travis would be back to work the next day, and I would be on my own with four small, dependent children. The thought of having to serve them when I knew all I would want to do is lay around and sleep brought a feeling a dread. My prayer turned from "God, please let me not get sick" to "God, please give me grace to get through this."

Sure enough, He did (and is). When Travis got to work Monday morning with the hopes of being able to come home early to help me, he discovered that his office was having Internet issues and had only four working ports for five people. They actually needed someone to leave and to work from home so that everyone would have Internet connection. So, Travis headed home around noon and picked up lunch for all of us on his way. I fed myself and went straight back to the couch to sleep while Travis did my job and his own. Thank You, God, for giving me grace!

Tuesday morning I still wasn't feeling any better, and I knew there was no chance of Travis being able to stay home. However, by God's grace, the kids slept in about an hour later than usual and then compliantly laid down for naps only three hours later when I just couldn't stay awake any longer. And, the same scenario played out today, as well. Thank You, God, for giving me grace!

This evening, it was the cheerful phone call from my friend Amber and the joy and laughter of my children through which God's grace came. Tonight, I truly experienced the truth of Proverbs 17:22a: "A joyful heart is good medicine." Thank You, God, for giving me grace--and good medicine!

I'm still not feeling up to par, but tomorrow is a new day! Instead of dreading it, I will be rejoicing in it! For, God has shown me once again that, "The Lord's lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness" (Lamentations 3:22-23)!

15-Month Stats

Wednesday I took Isabel and Elliana to their 15-month well child exams.  Their stats are as follows!

Isabel (15 months)
Weight:  16 lbs 9.8 oz (< 3rd percentile)
Height:  29 in (10th-25th percentile)
Head Circumference:  45 cm (25th percentile)

Elliana (15 months)
Weight:  19 lbs 8.2 oz (5th percentile)
Height:  30 1/2 in (50th percentile)
Head Circumference:  46 cm (50th percentile)

I've been wondering how Isabel and Elliana's sizes compare to our older daughter Amariah (who was also small at birth even though born at 39 4/7 weeks gestation); so I pulled out Amariah's 12-month and 15-month stats.  So, just for fun...

Amariah (12 months)
Weight:  18 lbs 12 oz (10th-25th percentile)
Height:  29 in (50th percentile)

Amariah (15 months)
Weight:  21 lbs (10th-25th percentile)
Height:  30 1/2 in (50th percentile)

Teamwork!

Last night, when my husband walked in the house tired from his 14-hour work day, he hugged me and said, "Thanks for working hard."  Blessed and humbled by his acknowledgement of my equally long day of cooking, homeschooling, laundry, chiropractor appointments, and caring for four children (two of whom were sick), I replied, "Thank you for working hard."  Still hugging me, he said, "We're a team, right?"

It's true.  We are a team.  If Travis didn't get up every morning and go to work and give his best for his .boss/co-workers/colleagues/clients and then come home at night and continue giving his best for his wife/children/home, I couldn't get up every morning and give my best for my husband/children/home by staying at home to raise our children and to care for the affairs of our household.  Likewise, if I didn't give my best by taking responsibility to mother our children and to feed and clothe my family, etc., Travis couldn't be his best when he gets up and goes to work every morning.  So, not only do I say that we are a team; but I also say that it takes a team--especially with a family of six.

Considering the big-ish size of our family, I would say that our household runs fairly smoothly.  I say this not to boast (Our family is far from perfect, and some days "smooth" just means we are running too slowly to notice the bumps!) but merely to make the point that teamwork in a family really does make a difference in the overall operation--and atmosphere--of the home.

As I see it, teamwork in a family simply means loving one another.  What does that look like?  John 15:13 says, "Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends."  And how do you do that?  Philippians 2:3-4 says, "Do nothing from selfish or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others."

This is, of course, easier said than done.  It's hard to deny self.  When Travis asks me to prepare him a snack at 10:30 p.m., after I have in my mind "checked out" for the night, a joyful jumping-to-it isn't always my first response.  But, when I stop and consider the meaning of my life, I am compelled to make that plate of nachos with joy, knowing that I am fulfilling the second greatest commandment to "love [my] neighbor as [my]self" (Matthew 22:39).  (Do I fix myself something to eat when I'm hungry?  You bet I do!)

I find it interesting that, although we do consciously work to instill this mindset of "regarding others as more important than yourself" in our children, they seem to--at least at their young age--do this by nature.  Not only do they play on Mommy and Daddy's team (doing chores or favors); they also team up with each other.  Here are a couple snapshots of some "teamwork" that happened in our house this morning.

The "A Team" playing Go Fish, working together to play by the rules and to create fun

I guess that makes them the "B Team."...

Isabel (L) spent most of her morning on the couch keeping her sick sister Elliana (R) company.

And, just for fun, one more portrayal of "team" work...

Travis and Abel on their annual father-son Cardinals baseball trip

I am pretty thankful to be on such a loving team!

(L to R) Abel, Isabel, Elliana, and Amariah

Lead Me

From the moment I married my husband I have been thankful to God for giving him to me.  But, as with any other blessing, there are times that I unknowingly slip into taking him for granted--failing to realize just how blessed I am to be his wife.

This past weekend, I listened to a song I've "heard" several times before; and as I really listened to the lyrics for the first time (with tears in my eyes, I might add), I realized once again just how thankful I am to have married a man who truly strives to be all that God has called him to be.  Thank You, God, for leading Travis; and, thank you, Travis, for leading me....

They Say...

Periodically, I do a post I call Kids Say as a way of recording and remembering the cute things my kids say. What I am discovering as a mom of four young children is that kids aren't the only people who, unawares, say entertaining things. Today, I thought I'd do a post on the usually funny/sometimes rude/occasionally flattering things people say when they see me with my four kids....

Slightly-Bristled-and/or-Judgmental Total Stranger in Chiropractor's Office: "You have four kids?! You don't look old enough to have four kids!"

(Almost) Every Total Stranger in (Almost) Every Place: "Boy, do you have your hands full...."

Sight-Seeing Total Stranger in Wal-Mart: "Look at that! And I thought I had my hands full. Next time I'm feeling overwhelmed, I'll just think of you!... Wow!..."

Non-Observant Total Strangers: "Two sets of twins??"

Curious Total Strangers: "Are they all yours?"

Advanced-in-Years Total Stranger in an Elevator: "I've never seen so many kids in my life!!"

DISCLAIMERS:

• Even at 27 years of age and 5 years of marriage, I sometimes don't feel old enough to have four children. :-)
• My hands may be "full," but my heart is overflowing.
• Abel and Amariah are 15 1/2 months apart and a head different in height.
• Yes, they are all mine--and not by accident. :-)
• None of the above comments have been evoked by some display of bad or obnoxious behavior but simply by the sight of four children in my presence. :-)

Our First Day of Homeschooling

Today was an exciting day in the Squires household.  It was our first day of preschool!  The kids (and I!) have been excitedly awaiting this day for several weeks, and especially since "Box Day."

Our "Box Day"--the day our Sonlight curriculum arrived--was August 11th, and our excitement has only built since then.  The past week and half has seen Travis taking the kids shopping for school supplies, me getting our home organized and ready to homeschool, and the kids talking about school nearly every day.

Elliana enjoyed Box Day, too!

Unpacking our box full of new books!

Last night, we "celebrated" the beginning of school by taking the kids to the park and then out for frozen custard (Thanks for the idea, Melissa! :-)); and when we got home, Abel and Amariah laid out what they wanted to wear for their first day of school.

Abel and Amariah got everything ready for morning!

When the kids woke up this morning, they excitedly dressed themselves, threw on their new backpacks, and headed downstairs, ready to "go" to school; and after breakfast, that is just where we "went!"

Abel's First Day of Preschool

Amariah's First Day of Preschool

Abel kept calling me "Teacher.  I mean, Mommy," and was ready with all the answers.  Amariah, equally as excited to participate, had to remind Abel a few times that she wanted a turn at answering, too. :-)  While we read books, Isabel insisted on sitting on my lap, and Elliana insisted on pestering Amariah.  We moved from the couch to the bar when it was time for Language Arts, and with perfect timing, the babies simultaneously laid down for their morning naps.

Our first day of school work was complete after about 75 minutes, and then the kids went outside to play for a while.  When the came back in, Abel asked if he could "read" me a story and then proceeded to retell in astounding detail Dr. Seuss's Horton Hatches the Egg, a 53-page book (including pictures), from memory.  Not only was I impressed, I was also glad to be able to check off tomorrow's "Picture Book Narration" Language Arts assignment. :-)

In summary, I would say that our first day of homeschooling was a great success.  The kids had fun learning, I had fun teaching, and we ended the day already ahead of schedule!