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There are two things I have known with certainty about Monday mornings this past school year.
The first was that two of my four kids would be buying their lunch at school. Every Monday is chicken nugget day in the school cafeteria. And if you think about it … after the words “I love you”, having your children say … “Mom, we’re buying lunch at school today” may be the most beautiful words a mom can hear. Sadly that Monday morning ritual stopped this week when Jacob reported that “THEY ONLY GIVE YOU THREE NUGGETS and I AM STILL STARVING!” Savannah agreed and I am back in the lunch making business on Monday mornings again.
The other thing I know for sure is that Savannah is going to bring me her conduct folder to be signed. The students in our school keep a record each week and if they get a “mark” it is recorded and they bring it home on Fridays for the parent signature.
This Monday was no different. I said … “Savannah … you got ANOTHER mark for excessive talking?!?” And I’m pretty sure you know … she comes by this honestly. Like I think it was hereditary. I’m a communication professor after all. But that doesn’t excuse it and quite often we go through the same lectures about the right/wrong time to be talking, etc.
Caroline makes it well known that she made it from Pre-K through 5th grade without ever getting a mark. Poor Brittany got one mark (that truly hurt her to receive) and the teacher called me later to apologize and said Brittany was lumped in with a group of kids in the cafeteria who all got marks but that upon further reflection she should not have received it.
So most Mondays Caroline and Brittany roll their eyes and pontificate on how Savannah is “sullying the good Baerg family name.”
I keep telling Savannah how I KNOW it is hard to keep from talking. I understand wanting to have a good time … even at the wrong time. I get it. I totally get it.
But that doesn’t excuse it.
This past Monday was a little different because in addition to signing the conduct chart I had to sign Savannah’s progress report.
I should tell you first that Savannah has incredible comedic timing. She can say some of THE funniest things I have ever heard in the most deadpan way that makes me crack up every time.
So Monday when she handed me the two papers I said … “Savannah … ANOTHER mark for talking?!?”
And without skipping a beat she said … “but look mom … I got a 100 in oral language.”
She had a point.
And you know what … if they offered debate in third grade I bet she’d have a 100 in that too.
I mentioned that I was going to be speaking at the Tallowood Baptist Spring Ladies luncheon on Tuesday. It was so fun and I had such sweet friends there. The ladies who planned it did a fabulous job … not only in planning it but praying for the event as well.
As I was dropping Caroline off at her middle school, which is across the street from Tallowood, I prayed for the women who were coming and that we would be able to feel the Lord’s presence at the event. I would have liked to have gone inside the church to pray but …. seeing how I run carpool in my PJ’s with a sweatshirt on top … I didn’t think it would be appropriate.
I could only smile when the director of the event mentioned that she had prayed over each table that morning and for the women who would be sitting at them. I was so glad the Lord had taken care of even that for me.
But … THIS YOU HAVE TO HEAR. I thought it was so cool. Maybe it was just to me, but I thought it was beyond neat. Or as my mom said … “just like our God.”
I have been working on today’s talk for months. They told me when they asked me to speak that the theme was “in full bloom” which immediately made me think … I know NOTHING about flowers. Nothing.
Like I barely got the ones in the pots at my front door planted a few days ago.
Actually I didn’t even plant them myself. Bill got so tired of seeing the plastic pots sitting on top of the dirt that he planted them for me.
The verses I wanted to use were from 2 Corinthians 2:14-15 … 14But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. 15For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.
I thought they were perfect verses because flowers have fragrance and we want to be the aroma/fragrance of Christ to the world.
But I still didn’t know much about flowers.
And as I prepared my talk I prayed over and over about what to share and prayed that His words would be my words.
On Sunday our pastor gave a message that was so similar to what I was going to say that I joked that my talk was going to be the “refresher” class for his sermon. And I felt that was some confirmation that it was the right message.
But I still wondered … is this the right talk, are these the right words … do I share this story or that?
And I continued to pray all the way up until almost time to leave. I had a brand new pink jacket (that I love!) that I was wearing and it still had the tags on it. I cut the tags off and the extra button bag … and Y’ALL … attached to the tag was this little plastic bag of tiny dried roses.
The first thing I did was check all the labels. Nothing about roses. Nothing about flowers. No reason AT ALL that there would be a little plastic bag of flowers attached to the jacket I was about to put on.
All I could figure is that the Lord wanted me to know He had it under control.
I might not know much about flowers, but I know Him.
And He created flowers.
And their fragrance.
And that was all the confirmation I needed.
I had it … my one shining moment.
Or as I told Bill … “the one time in my life where I was the person I’ve always wanted to be” … at least in regards to this situation.
Remember the cake balls?
Well, I actually made 2 batches and froze one of them.
I DON’T DO THINGS LIKE THAT.
Last week’s cake balls were dipped in chocolate almond bark. After talking with a friend today she suggested I try dipping them in the milk chocolate candy wafers. Turns out I had some of those left over from a well intentioned but poorly executed Christmas plan of making chocolate pops for people.
Anyway … when we got home from church Brittany was helping me out in the kitchen (she enjoys cooking … she has been scrambling her own eggs for a couple of years and is always willing to cook something with me). I asked her if she’d like to help me dip the second batch of cookie balls.
That wasn’t really on my agenda but the other kids were occupied and I thought it would be a good way to spend some time with Babs (our nickname for Brittany … Brittany Ann Baerg … Babs for short). We melted the chocolate and dipped the balls and even added some sprinkles on this batch.
An hour or so later I posted a birthday greeting on facebook to a friend that said “Happy Birthday … what time is cake served?” I was just joking of course. His wife commented and said .. “well, that would mean I need to make the cake … I better get busy!” She is a very good friend of mine and for a second I was almost giddy. I didn’t even take time to respond … I just ran and began packing up cake balls to take them.
Bill delivered them and before he even got home the phone was ringing and my friend was telling me that I’d totally saved her because she needed to go to the store to buy the things she needed for the cake and now she was off the hook.
And I could not have been happier. I’ve always felt like I was surrounded by people who could whip up a meal at a moments notice, had freshly baked bread on hand or who had just the right thing at just the right time. Today … just this once … it was my turn.
Tomorrow I am spending the day preparing for the talk I’m giving at the Tallowood Baptist Spring Womens Luncheon on Tuesday.
And when that is over I’m going to make more cake balls!
Because you never know when you might need them.
I tweet, facebook, follow other blogs … the like.
OH PEOPLE, HE KNEW what had happened but there was no way to stop the train wreck.
I have this bell cabinet to prove it.
Bill and I both thought it was hilarious that I can’t even send the “oops” email without it being an “oops”.
I was going through some bookshelves the other day and came across a journal I hadn’t seen in years. Curious about what was inside, I opened it to find a journal of the “early years” of Caroline’s life. I’m pretty sure I intended to write in it regularly and perhaps make one for each child. As it is, that is the only such journal in our house and the last entry is during Caroline’s kindergarten year.
I loved reading about that time period in our lives. I read about Brittany’s arrival into our family , Caroline riding the school bus for the first time … and about the time Bill took Caroline to the park and, after having a great time, said … “I hope that is Caroline’s very first memory”.
I cracked up when I read that one day she was helping me in the kitchen and Brittany became fussy in her bouncy seat in the den. I asked Caroline to go “be with her” so she would settle down. Caroline promptly went into the den, got down by Brittany and very matter of factly said … “Brittany, Jesus is in here with you … now I’m going back to help Mommy.”
I so wish I had more memories recorded … and in many ways this blog is helping me record those events I don’t want to forget. I used to scrapbook … and Bill always laughs at how Caroline has two albums that I spent hours and hours creating. The very last time I scrapbooked was the Saturday before Brittany was born. After that I guess I got a little … busy.
And poor Jacob … he has not even a word written in his baby book.
I have a friend named Katy Moore who wrote a blog post last week called “Supermom“. There are so many things she said that I absolutely loved but one of my favorites was when she described no longer worrying about monogramming her daughter’s dresses but instead focused on “inscribing character on her heart.”
And although I may not have everything recorded for posterity (like those supermoms!) … I hope, like Katy, that the things really worth remembering, the things you can’t even take a picture of, are etched into my children’s hearts and minds….forever.
It might be against the law to pick the bluebonnets in Texas … but there’s nothing wrong with picking up your little brother and carrying one tired little boy to the car!SHARE