I did not skip worship yesterday morning just because I didn’t have it in me to face winter once more. I did not not go just because I didn’t want to haul both kids in the snow and wind by myself across the vast expanse we call a parking lot.
I have not been holding back on my son for almost 3 years in the breakfast department. I did not just show him Sunday that you can put milk on cheerios. I most certainly did not indulge him this morning when he also wanted to add “cheese crackers” to the bowl.
I was not totally corrected by my son this weekend regarding specific names of trucks. When he asked and I lazily responded that a truck in a magazine was a “digger”, he did not say, “no” and then run off. He did not reappear shortly carrying his handy pocket guide and open up to the page of farm machines. Pointing to one (one exactly like the magazine but in a different color), he said, “read mommy”. Mommy sheepishly did not read, “front end loader”. He did not then point at the magazine picture, look at me, and say, “it’s not a digger, it’s a fron en woader, mommy”. I am not completely amazed and frightened by his memory.
Brad and I did not use part of our date day on Friday to go to the teen center at kok and play wii. We did not leave wishing we could have one for our house. We did not get the same “want it” bug on Sunday after two other wii encounters. Wii most certainly did not decide that wii really wanted one and of course did not give in. We did not “joke” about if it could be a tax write off work expense since our small group kids will most likely use it on Sunday nights. I’m not headed off to pratice my tennis game while the kids nap.