Friday, September 14, 2012

Yelling for Birdies

"Sophie, want to come fill the bird feeder with me?"  Charlie asked her.

"Birdies?!?!"  My one-year-old niece clapped her hands in excitement.

I helped her get her shoes on while Charlie ran to get some sunflower seeds to pour into the empty feeder.

Charlie had told her that she could watch birds come to the feeder after we re-filled it, and she could not have been more excited.

"Birdies?  Birdies?  Birdies?"

While we waited for Charlie to come up from the garage with a cup of seeds, Sophie walked out onto the deck.  She saw the feeder and understood where Charlie was.  She was concerned, however, at the lack of Birdies.

She ran to the railing that surrounds our deck.  With a rung of the deck railing in each of her little hands, she put her face in between the beams, jutted her chin toward my back yard and yelled


Oddly enough, the Birdies did not come when called.

(It reminded me of this clip from my childhood, though.  Remember these guys?)

I'm not even going to say that she lacked patience.  It's more that she lacked understanding.  She did not understand all that needed to happen before the birdies came.  Yes, she didn't want to wait, but she did not pitch a fit when the birds didn't arrive right away.  She was honestly confused.

I'm like that with God.

I know that He works all things for good.

But when the road is getting long, sometimes it's just hard to remember that some of the most beautiful silver linings don't come without some serious clouds.

Sometimes, in the moments when I am keenly aware of how child-like I am before my Heavenly Father, sometimes I stick my chin out towards heaven and think "I'd like my Good now, please.  Yes, I know that the weather is beautiful and my children are smiling, but there are some things that I'd like fixed.  You can fix them.  Fix them now, please?"  Sometimes I forget that the beauty and the blessing and the healing and the grace and the "putting all things to right" are long-term promises ... sometimes I ask God if I can just skip to the end.

It's about as effective as yelling for Birdies.

As I run the race laid out for me, I must remember that this is a marathon, not a sprint.  Pressing on to take hold of that for which Christ took hold of me ... that takes a lifetime.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The best I could do

Emma started school today!

Starting today, she is going to school every morning, 5 days a week.

Her teachers and specialists are the same as last year and she'll be in the same place, but she is now in the morning program.  Which means, starting today, much more will be expected of her.

Starting today, she will be in a much more structured classroom setting

Starting today, she will wear her hearing aids every day (ahem ... )

Starting today, she will choose which snack item to taste with her peers, and she will taste the item she chooses.  If she does not like it, she must indicate with a picture card which alternative item she would like to try instead.

Starting today, she will sit in circle time and take her turn placing her picture on the attendance board every day (this is a skill she was able to demonstrate last year, too).

She will do more for them than she does for me.

And that's okay.  I'm Mommy. 

She's ready for this.

The best first day of school picture I could get was of her back as she ran from the front door of the building straight into her classroom. 

Go get 'em, girl!