OK…so you knew I couldn’t stay away long
I had to write a post today, just to thank all of you for the outpouring of love and support you’ve shown me, both in your comments and your e-mails. I couldn’t believe it when I saw 66 comments waiting to be moderated this morning! Some of you made me laugh, some made me cry (in a good way), and you all touched my heart with your love and concern. I am blessed by you. Thank you.
I would also like to clear the air about a few things:
When my husband showed Cakes how to slap her butt, it was because they were galloping around like horses to a Wiggles song about ponies (I’m sure you all know it…”watching the ponies galloping home, their tails in the air going swish, swish, swish“). Think of old western movies, when the cowboy slaps the horse’s backside to make it go faster. Cakes – being Cakes – developed her own funny little version, and she incorporates it into her dancing whenever possible. It is comical, and when she did it in Staples, she was not running up and down the aisles, or “whooping it up,” or bothering employees. We were standing outside the bathroom, in the back of the store, waiting for my husband to come out. An employee was standing near us, and Cakes tried to strike up a conversation with her, because she is a friendly, outgoing child. That was all.
I would like to remind those of you who made erroneous assumptions about Cakesie’s behavior – or my husband’s parenting – that assumptions can lead to accusations. This was very obvious in some of the completely off-base comments I received. Remember, you see only a tiny portion of our lives on this blog, and so you have a very limited understanding. Think twice before you criticize.
That said, perhaps I should have chosen my words more carefully when I wrote about this incident, but I’m not perfect, and I don’t claim to be. I do try to see the humor in Cakesie’s antics, and that is apparent in my writing, because it’s certainly a better option than complaining, getting angry, or crying every time she acts up. What a horrible life I would have if I could no longer laugh!
From this point forward, anonymous comments will not be accepted.
Judgment of others:
“Who are you to condemn God’s servants? They are responsible to the Lord, so let him tell them whether they are right or wrong. The Lord’s power will help them do as they should.” Romans 14:4
I think that pretty much says it all.
The future of this blog:
If you really want to hurt a woman, kick her when she’s already down, in the softest place she has – the one reserved for her kids. All mothers worry about their children and their parenting, and naturally we all want what’s best for our kids. It’s very painful when someone insinuates that your kid is a brat, or that you’re a rotten parent, especially when you try your best, every day, to do the right thing. On Thursday night, I was seriously ready to throw in the towel. I told my husband that I didn’t understand why anyone in their right mind would choose to take abuse from strangers, and so I was just going to quit, because life is too short for such nonsense.
My husband said, “But honey, you love writing! And what about all of your friends?”
And you know what? He’s right. I do love writing, and I do love you, and as long as I have something to offer you, I will continue writing this blog. I started this blog because God has blessed me abundantly, and I’m very thankful to Him.
“Of those to whom much is given, much is expected.” Luke 12:48
I want to serve God by giving something back, and if I quit, who does that serve? It only serves to make the critics believe even more in their own self-importance, and I refuse to let them bring me down. I will continue to do my best to encourage, help, and support those of you who read here, because as mothers, I think that our focus should be on building each other up, instead of tearing each other down.
Oh, and one more thing…I will continue to write about my kids with humor, and I will embrace and appreciate who they are. They’re my kids, and I love them unconditionally, whether they’re happy or sad, sick or well, naughty or nice.
I will NOT tolerate hurtful comments about my husband or children. If you don’t like them, or me, or my parenting, well…no one is forcing you to read this blog. Feel free to move on.
My blog hiatus:
I’m still going to take a break from blogging. Our fertility doctor always stresses the importance of remaining calm and stress-free in the time leading up to an embryo transfer, because when the mind and body are under stress, nature (meaning God, of course), tries to protect you from anything you can’t handle – such as the demands of pregnancy and caring for a newborn. I’m letting go of many things right now, so that I can focus all of my energy on preparing for the transfer.
We picked up all of our medications yesterday:
We also took Cakes for a haircut:
Anyway, it appears that I will have a full-time job just keeping up with the medication schedule, and I really want to spend time in prayer, enjoy my children, and relax, in preparation for what is to come. I promise to post updates, but right now I don’t have much to report. I’m sure you don’t really want to hear about how I’m all bloated and cranky and tired and hungry and weepy.
Yes. It’s riveting.
So, if you don’t hear from me for awhile, please don’t worry. I’ll be back. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m stubborn like that.