Dandelions

We lunched at a  french cafe.  She sat in her chair, had veggie soup and french bread with lots of butter. 

We found every single Dandelion and blew wishes near and far.  

She stops to smell the roses.  Something I need to learn from her. 

We shop for groceries.  Say the name to every single fruit, in spanish.  And buy cucumbers, lemons, oranges, black beans, a pomegranate and gummy bears to share. 

The fountain is the best part, she thinks.  Every adult walks right past it. 

 A simple outing.  Yet, memories made and stored away inside me.

We get back in the car... seconds pass... she sleeps.
I put on my audiobook.  And I drive away.
Good thoughts inside me.

loosing it as a parent

We drove home from grandmas house this weekend, Audrey in full tantrum.   Jeremiah, Audrey and I in the car.  She wouldn't stop screaming, for what seemed like an eternity of miles.

I tried singing songs, and assuring her and bribing her.  Everything.  Really.

She cried, and screamed.  I was so tired.

And then Jeremiah starts to cry, he never does.

He said he was tired of her, and he had the worst headache ever because of her.

So there I go, working every trick in the moms book, with no luck.  Two kids crying in the back of my car.

I lost it.  And yelled that is enough! (i've had enough)


And put the music really really loud.  It was a good song too.

They kind of got it.  I think.

We somehow made it home.  And I almost cried.

Why is it so easy to have faith in yourself as a parent when everything is good?  Why is it so hard when we need it most?



We started talking to Jeremiah about sex and drugs (so not related, but on my mind). 

I hope he has faith in God, faith in himself, and faith in us.  When the time comes I hope he makes the right choices.