Wednesday, April 16, 2008
There are times as a parent when memories of my own childhood help me allow my children to do things I'd rather they didn't. As a child, of course, I was unaware of the mess my mom had to clean up after fun in the mud, both on my clothes and the mud we tracked in the house. I was unaware of the extra wet, and muddy garden boxes that would now be difficult to plant in. But I was very aware of how awesome it was to get my hands covered in mud and how I had made the best mud pies in town. Well, I hope my kids were as unaware and aware as I was as they found the perfect combination of dirt and water. There time will come, sad to say, when they will don the garden gloves and try to steer clear of the mud. Until then, they can take over my title of making the best mud pies in town. Even Sage was allowed to get dirty. She loved helping us weed and was enthralled by a ladybug as it climbed all over her. Jaxon and Emily were MIA most of the time-they usually are. And poor Holly was sick in bed. She's still trying to recover so please keep her in your prayers. It's been a rough week for her. We've been to the ER once to get fluids into her and are praying we don't have to go back. I'll keep you posted.