Morning Air Show

MOMMY MONDAY (2/23/15)

Last week I had my good friend and her boys over for a play date. What I
love about getting together with her is that there’s freedom to be real. I
didn’t race around my house minutes before she came to make it look
presentable. I didn’t attempt to create the allusion that I had time to do
my hair. Instead, this is how it went down.
I greeted her with sopping wet hair. I was wearing yoga pants and carrying
my twin girls in their bath towels who had decided to jump in the shower
with me minutes earlier. The breakfast dishes were barely cleaned up and
the toys were already covering the floor for the day.
And the best part? She didn’t care. Because she gets it. She gets that
sleep was probably interrupted the night before and that I chose to rest a
few extra minutes instead of waking up early to dry and curl my hair. She
gets that showering alone sometimes isn’t an option and that I had to drag
the kids along just so I could wash myself. She gets that dishes are never
ending and there’s no such thing as all the toys being put away. She gets
it all.
She understands that more than anything, what I need during this season
isn’t the stress of preparing for a get together, but that I need to know
I’m not alone. So she continually meets me where I’m at.
We chat about the good, the bad, and the unknown, while our kids run wild
and destroy the house. We pretend not to notice it. Because honestly?
We’re willing to sacrifice just about anything, including a controlled
environment, for a couple hours of adult conversation.
When one kid dumps an entire bag of cereal on the table and the next one
throws it all over the floor, we laugh and enjoy the chaos. Then, she
grabs the broom while holding my baby and starts sweeping it up.
She meets me in my mess. Time and time again.
My hope for all of us is that we’d pursue friendships in our messes. That
we wouldn’t wait to reach out until we have it all together. When you
welcome someone over to your dirty house, I guarantee it’ll make that
friend feel even more loved to know you trust her with your real life
The truth is, none of us live in a perfect house with a white picket
fence. There’s always more to the story, and there’s nothing better than
to let someone in to YOUR story. That’s where life gets rich, it’s where
we learn that we were placed on this earth to bring light into each
other’s darkness.
You are loved today, friend. Even in your messiest darkest hour, you are
worthy of love.

MOMMY MONDAY (3/16/15)

For all our moms, this one’s for you! Here’s to motherhood, every step of
the way:
You take a pregnancy test — and it’s POSITIVE.
No, really — it’s POSITIVE! You’re going to be someone’s MOMMY!
You tell Facebook (obvi!) and keep track of how many “likes” you get!
You start to feel a little different about things because you’re busy
growing another HUMAN inside your belly.
You start asking for sweets at all hours of the day.
You try your best to focus at work but — OH LOOK, OREOS!
At the end of your third trimester, no matter how many outfits you try on,
you just can’t get comfortable.
Your water breaks! And you make all sorts of funny faces when doctors tell
you to “push!”
The moment you meet baby you realize you’ve never met anything so lovely
and perfect and beautiful.
You hope baby gets all your best qualities (and none of your mother-in-laws).
Those first few weeks together take a little getting used to.
But after awhile, you get the hang of things.
You learn each and every one of baby’s faces — and what they mean.
And oh, yeah…
You’re so in love with your little bundle, nothing else matters.
You realize just how amazing it is to have created a life (and a mini-you!).
And how much being a mom is the most amazing experience in the world.


A baby asked God, the Heavenly Father :
“They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to
live there being so small and helpless?”
“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to
do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.   In
addition, you will feel your angel’s genuine love and warmth, and you will
be very happy.”
Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when
people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you
will ever hear, and with much patience and care.  Your angel will lovingly
teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I wish to talk to you?”
God said, “Your guardian angel will place your hands together and will
teach you how to pray.”
“Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you at all costs,  even if it means
risking its life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you
the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could
be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please
tell me my angel’s name.”
“You will simply call her, ‘Mom’.”


Just  love this…From a Child to Mom…
Slow down mummy, there is no need to rush,
 Slow down mummy, what is all the fuss?
 Slow down mummy, make yourself a cup tea.
 Slow down mummy, come spend some time with me.
 Slow down mummy, let’s pull boots on for a walk,
Let’s kick at piles of leaves, and smile and laugh and talk.
 Slow down mummy, you look ever so tired,
 Come sit and snuggle under the duvet, and rest with me a while.
 Slow down mummy, those dirty dishes can wait,
 Slow down mummy, let’s have some fun – bake a cake!
 Slow down mummy, I know you work a lot,
But sometimes mummy, it’s nice when you just stop.
 Sit with us a minute, And listen to our day,
 Spend a cherished moment,
Because our childhood won’t stay!
 -R. Knight

MOMMY MONDAY (2/23/15)

The Prognosis

A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital, self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway, studying her curiously. As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, they boy came forward to snuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. His mother was saying, "And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I'll be better." The young child sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, "Different hair, same old heart." His mother no longer had to wait for "sometime, hopefully soon" to be better. She was. Rochelle M. Pennington