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It’s Not My Fault

Broken iPad

It was the kind of pounding that made me wonder if I needed to turn off the water with the shampoo still in my hair and call 911 from the bathroom.

“MOMMY! I need you!” she sobbed.

I grabbed a towel and shouted through the door, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

I could only hear indiscernible sobbing and mumbling from the other side.

When I got the door open I saw her holding the shattered tablet. All at once I was relieved and furious because she had had me thinking there was a dead or dismembered sister somewhere on the property.

“What happened?” I asked. This was the tablet she had saved her money for, the tablet she had debated for months about buying.

“It’s not my fault!” she cried.

I thought she must have accidentally dropped it down the stairs or knocked it off a table.

“It’s okay. Just tell me what happened.”

That’s when the real story came out. It turns out that she had left it on the seat of the recliner in the living room when she had gone to bed the night before. Someone must have unknowingly sat on it in the dark room.

“Hold on,” I said. “Dropping it accidentally is a very different thing than leaving it a dark room on a surface WHERE PEOPLE SIT. If you had dropped it, I would say you were right, that it isn’t your fault. As it is, you KNOW that people sit in chairs. You KNOW it is hard to see in the dark. You KNOW that your tablet is made of glass. It IS your fault. If you cared about it getting shattered, you could very well have put it in a better place before you went to bed.”

I then asked her a series of questions which she answered.

“Why was the recliner a bad place to put your tablet?” (Because people sit there)

“Where would have been a safe place to put your tablet?” (My desk drawer)

“Why is your desk a better place than the recliner?” (Because no one sits there)

I went on to discuss with her how unhappy her life would be if she continued to have the “It’s not my fault” attitude that doesn’t take responsibility for her mistakes. We all make mistakes, but it is the learning from those mistakes that gives us the freedom to not repeat the same mistakes time and time again.

If she would accept the responsibility for making a poor choice about where to put her tablet before going to bed, then she would be sure to never again leave a breakable glass item on a seat in a dark room. She would realize that she does indeed have control over whether someone sits on her tablet. If she holds onto “It’s not my fault” then she will always think that someone sitting on her tablet is a completely random possibility.

Don’t we all know adults who seem to be perpetually in a downward spiral of “bad luck”? One negative happening after another seems to plague them, but upon closer inspection it becomes evident that the negative happenings are a result of poor decisions. They lose one job after another, go through several abusive marriages, are constantly worried about having their car repossessed or being evicted from their apartment. Why are some people so bad at making good, healthy decisions?

I firmly believe this cycle of “bad luck” can be a result of not taking responsibility for poor choices. If something bad that happens is completely random, then there is no controlling if or when it might happen again. However, if something bad that happens is the result of a poor choice, and the chooser realizes this and learns from it, then there is an element of control over happenings in life.

My speech may have been difficult to hear and even hurt my 10yo daughter’s feelings, but more importantly, I hope it impressed upon her that there are happenings in life that we can control.

Accepting the responsibility for our mistakes is the first step in controlling those.

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Mother’s Day Gift Ideas

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Are you the type that convinces the family to let you buy your own Mother’s Day gift?

I love all the hand-made cards, the crayon-drawn gift certificate booklets, and the crocheted bracelets, but when it comes to anyone spending money on me, I have finally gotten to the point that I ask my family to allow me to do the honors myself.

This year, with some of my blogging income, I got one of these for my own Mother’s Day gift:

Garmin step counter

(Please, ignore the hairspray residue.) It is the *Garmin Vivosmart HR step counter ($129), which keeps track of my steps, stairs, heart rate, shows my texts and phone calls, wakes me up in the morning, and controls the music on my phone.

I won’t comment on how mortified I was when my 8 year old was fiddling with it during the quietest moment in church on Sunday morning and decided to press “play” while I wasn’t paying attention. Let’s just say all my music isn’t altogether appropriate for sacred contemplation during church. (Think: Hamilton Cast Recording.)

small quick freeze ice cream maker

Here’s another nifty gift idea for under $40. My daughter requested a *small, quick freeze ice cream maker for her 8th birthday, and her grandmother got her this one. It only takes about 10 minutes to whip up a frozen treat for us. We all love it and use it weekly!

Another perfect Mother’s Day gift for a few more dollars than you would spend on the Garmin step counter would be *this Premium Starter Kit:New Premium Starter Kit3Our family uses these oils EVERY SINGLE DAY. Here is the recipe for the face cream I use each morning before I put on my makeup. Frankincense is SO good for the skin! Here is the spray we use whenever we are going to be outdoors so nothing will bug us. Here is the formula of essential oils my kids use every night as their “sleeping oils.”

What does your Mother’s Day usually look like?

 

 

 

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Alone

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I see her walking over across her yard, down the little gully, green with clover, through the gate and into the field that leads to our yard. As the dogs and children run to greet her I make a patting motion for her to sit next to me on the big rocking chair on our front porch. She’s 84 and still adjusting to living alone. It’s been almost a year since he’s been gone, but it seems like just yesterday that he was listening to all her thoughts about the life she’s lived so far and the living she still has left to do.

The children have told me often recently that she repeats the same stories she has told them before whenever they go over to visit. I tell them to be patient because they are stories she needs to tell.

So we sit, and she tells me again for the 3rd or 4th time how devastated she was when her sister died and how her niece was a paraplegic and how lucky I am to have my children and how she came to own her German Shepherd.

She reveals some new things like how she never expected to spend her entire life childless and how regretful she is about that.

I listen patiently. These are stories she needs to tell.

She is just like the rest of us. She wants to be heard, to be understood, to be valued.

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Emergency Spring Cleaning with Scrubbing Bubbles

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When you have 8 children, and they each participate in sports, you know the weekends are going to be super busy, especially during spring when soccer season kicks up.

So, last weekend when a friend asked if she could bring her adult mentally challenged son over on Saturday evening so he could spend some time outdoors enjoying our animals and acres of woods, I said, “Of course!” and made a little mental note that I needed to make sure to check the condition of the guest bathroom between driving everyone to all the games. (And please know I use the term “guest bathroom” loosely here. See above note about having 8 children.)

I had to get children to 3 soccer games in 2 different towns, 1 gymnastics meet in another city, and 1 homeschool conference in ANOTHER city, all on a single Saturday.

On my way out the door, I hollered some instructions for the kids who were still at home and ended with, “…and make sure the bathroom is clean! We’re having company later!”

scrubbing bubbles dirty sink

And in between events, I go in the bathroom to look at it and say, “… I thought I said to make sure this bathroom was clean,” and everyone says, all innocent like, “We did,”

scrubbing bubbles dirty sink closeup

and I was all, “…uhhhh…”

So, besides confirming that we needed to review the definition of “clean” I knew I needed to give them a step by step lesson and some tools to make cleaning easy.

Scrubbing Bubbles WalMart

 

Since I had to run by WalMart® anyway to pick up water bottles and snacks, I darted in the cleaning aisle for some Scrubbing Bubbles®. SCORE! The 2 pack was cheaper per ounce than the single!

After one of the games and before another (at this point in the day I really don’t know if I’m coming or going) I called all the kids into the bathroom for a quick demo of Mom’s Super Fast Cleaning Technique.

Scrubbing Bubbles foam

“Look, kids. Step one: Spray.”

The best part of Scrubbing Bubbles® is that the foam expands to get into all those hard to reach areas.

Scrubbing Bubbles wiping

“Step two: Wipe.”

(That pic is actually after only one swipe of the paper towel, so they were super impressed.)

Scrubbing Bubbles Clean

After a couple of more passes with the paper towel and showing them how to get in the cracks with a toothpick, we were in business.

Scrubbing Bubbles clean closeup

MUCH BETTER! Thanks, Scrubbing Bubbles®!

Now, I’m ready for company.

And a nap.

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On Doing Hard Things

I have been thinking a lot lately about doing hard things. I even made a little video on it here.

Whatever hard thing you are doing, whether it is a rigorous workout schedule, homeschooling, foster care, caring for aging parents, single parenting, eliminating sugar, or whatever else you can fill in the blank with, you can count on going through periods of discouragement and wanting to quit.

But keep this in mind when you feel that way: Your children are watching you and learning how to react in difficult circumstances. Is it best to give up when things get tough? Is it okay to throw in the towel when it is harder than you expected it to be? Or do you stick with it and get help when needed?

I believe it is powerful for our children to see us struggle with a task, yet keep on going. They need to see us trying hard things and chipping away at them one day at a time, never giving up because it is “too hard.”

Show your children what it looks like to use outside resources, seek encouragement, and go to God in prayer when hard things discourage you. And show them what it looks like not to be afraid to do something difficult and see it through.

Be sure to click on my video above to hear more of my thoughts on this.

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Listening When God Calls

The sermon at church last week was about how God is constantly active and at work in our lives. He wants us to join Him in that work, but we must be watching and listening to His call.

The preacher told a story about the day he was making his routine visit to church members who were in the hospital. One visit went abnormally long, so as he made his way to the elevator he was nervous about being late to an upcoming appointment. At the elevator, as he looked again at his watch, he noticed a woman in the waiting area, all alone, sobbing. He thought to himself, “She must be here with someone she loves who is very sick. She has no one to comfort her. If I weren’t so late I would stop and minister to her.” He got all the way down to the parking area before his conscience wouldn’t let him go any further and he went back to her.

I hate to admit that while I was listening to this story I was smugly thinking, “I wouldn’t have passed her by.”

Don’t you hate it when God uses our own pride to teach us lessons?

Marco with family

The very next day, my friend Mandy, who, with her husband, recently adopted a sibling group of three boys, and now wishes very much to adopt a 10 year old boy from an orphanage in the Philippines, wrote about an adoption fundraiser she is asking friends to help with.

She explained that her family was having a shoe drive. She was collecting new and used shoes which will then go to underdeveloped countries to be fixed and sold by individuals to give them an income to provide for them and their families. The organization collecting the shoes pays $0.40 per pound for the shoes, so for every 100 bags of shoes collected, $1000 will be added to the adoption fund.

Then came the part where God was calling me to join Him in His work. She said,

“Here is the challenge… I need 10 people to commit to getting 100 bags each. Each bag is to contain 25 pairs. So far, I have three sweet friends committed with me and would love to have five more friends say yes to this challenge.”

I tried really hard to ignore this plea. I scrolled right past it in my Facebook feed and tried to push it out of my mind.

But it kept popping up again time after time when my friends liked or commented on it.

That’s when I started arguing with myself about it.

“1oo bags of shoes? Each bag is to contain 25 pairs??? WHO can collect that many shoes? That is impossible.”

God reminded me that with Him all things are possible.

So I reminded him about how busy I am.

“I barely keep up with the responsibilities I have with my own family! How can I take on additional responsibilities?? I’m already overwhelmed with the work load I have!”

And then I remembered the story of the lady sobbing by the elevator. 

I knew right then that God was calling me to join Him at work in my life and in the lives of my friends.

I told Mandy that I would commit to gathering 100 bags of shoes for her fundraiser. 100 BAGS! The thought of it overwhelmed me, but I know I am not doing this thing on my own. Mandy and her husband are not doing this on their own. We are joining God at work.

Marco graphic

I have so far collected 6 bags of shoes. ONLY 94 TO GO! Can you help? Would your church like to participate? What about your Scout troop or school?  (If you want to donate directly go here.)

Is God calling you to join him at work here?

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