I'm Such A Power Mom
I don't know what's wrong with me. But something is definitely wrong with me.
I am really super enjoying my niece. I can hardly wait until the other one comes so that I can have double the fun. I feel like such a mom! I just dressed her in her get-out clothes and sent her off with Dan, and I feel so victorious. We had a great, godly word-time, wherein we read "Don't Go Mommy!", that super traumatizing story about David's mother leaving him for the Lord's work. It was such a miraculous find since I cracked the green book open and there it was, beckoning to me, pleading to be read. Gabe and Windy, your child is learning the most golden lessons of life. You're welcome.
And then we watched the Treasure Attic about the Bible (I love Treasure Attics). When the "You Are God's Child" song came on at the end, God knows why, but I was really moved. Like, wow. I am God's child! And Layla reverently says, "Look, those little girls are like me, and God loves us all the same!" For some reason I started getting all teary-eyed (something is SERIOUSLY wrong with me), and Layla looks at me and says with an annoyed sort of sigh, "They're like ME, Auntie Florence, not like YOU."
I've since begun looking for a new religion. (<--big FAT lie)
I am really super enjoying my niece. I can hardly wait until the other one comes so that I can have double the fun. I feel like such a mom! I just dressed her in her get-out clothes and sent her off with Dan, and I feel so victorious. We had a great, godly word-time, wherein we read "Don't Go Mommy!", that super traumatizing story about David's mother leaving him for the Lord's work. It was such a miraculous find since I cracked the green book open and there it was, beckoning to me, pleading to be read. Gabe and Windy, your child is learning the most golden lessons of life. You're welcome.
And then we watched the Treasure Attic about the Bible (I love Treasure Attics). When the "You Are God's Child" song came on at the end, God knows why, but I was really moved. Like, wow. I am God's child! And Layla reverently says, "Look, those little girls are like me, and God loves us all the same!" For some reason I started getting all teary-eyed (something is SERIOUSLY wrong with me), and Layla looks at me and says with an annoyed sort of sigh, "They're like ME, Auntie Florence, not like YOU."
I've since begun looking for a new religion. (<--big FAT lie)
posted by Florence at 1:44 PM
2 comments:
Now don't you just wish you had a cute little "propaganda" bib like the one Katie got from her most proud Aunty Joan (AHEM), to give to Layla?
Florence: "Yes please! It's SO not propaganda anymore..."
SCORE!!
oh florie, i laughed at the end of that post. thanks & thanks again for being such a professional & empowered auntie, praying for you to get better.
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