When you are trying to be (yourself) stubborn and your friends get God on their side!
I cancelled my surgery for Tuesday, deciding it would be fine and
wasn’t worth the money and time and inconvenience to my family. Then
comes the cascade of angry texts and calls from people when they find
out. Knowing that I am cheap and stubborn to the core, they start
praying—and it works. The doctors office calls and insists I have the broken sewing needle removed from my thumb.
I’m out of surgery. I’m home and I’m fine. And now I am going to try to sleep!
A little update: I want to thank you all for your laughter and for
backing this mama up yesterday—but let me say that Gracie is not only a
good kid, she is an amazing kid. She is kind and giving and bright and
talented. She’s just like every other pre-teen and teen who thinks their
life is unfair and their parents are the cruelest ever.
We are not a
family of means, but we have given more than just the basics to our kids
and yet, compared to the kids she goes to school with, she
is pitied. The laptop she has is her dad’s old one and she actually
can’t move it from her desk as it won’t hold a charge, she has a cell
phone on our family plan and only got it her 7th grade year since the
national news about school shooting and such made her parents super
scared. She wears Goodwill clothes because the kid hasn’t stopped
growing at an alarming pace since she was born! She has a king sized bed
because she needed a new bed at the time I was pregnant with Tobias,
and we knew we would have family visiting and staying to help with the
other kids—so, we figured we would do a two-fer and make the guest
space more comfortable.
This isn’t the first time she has complained about her life. Her biggest
frustration is her bedtime, having to do chores without an allowance
and the clothes thing is getting to be a bigger deal and a daily
Now, her friends (from what I am told) enter school
daily or at least bi-weekly with a coffee cup from Panera and high
fashioned clothes. They feel bad for her because of her bedtime and that
I closely monitor what she watches and listens to. She doesn’t know
popular TV shoes or musicians. And, they are sad for her because I buy
her clothes used or get hand-me-downs.
I am not backing off my
stance that she is so very blessed—but I didn’t want anyone to think
that she is a spoiled brat diva. She really is a good kid.
know how cranky she gets without enough sleep, I am not taking out
loans to buy her fancy clothes, and I firmly believe that what we see,
hear and do can alter the path God wants us to be on, especially when we
are still children and need more guidance about what is right and
wrong. And, this house is used by ALL of us! We are a family, and
despite my often thoughts of such: I am not a maid. We all live here, we
all can work here. No one is getting paid to be apart of a family. And,
I don’t see her or her brother jumping at the opportunities to do the
extra money chores either!
Thank you for supporting this mama. And for letting me know I am NOT alone in my parenting frustration and restrictions!!