Our Irish twins are twelve and thirteen. One boy and one girl. Totally different personalities. Each delightful and challenging—fearfully and wonderfully made.
They've always been a fun duo—even when I had a baby in each arm wondering how in the name of all that is good I was going to make it through the next feeding, diaper change, or heaven help me, to the next nap.
But by God's grace, we made it.
This season of pre-teen/teen, though mentally exhausting at times, is just fun. As a teacher, middle school and high school were my favorite age groups, and now I have the privilege of partnering with my best friend to raise two of our own. Against Biblical instruction, we do exasperate our children, but in the most fun-loving ways possible: displays of public affection, blasting "our" music, dancing out in the open . . . you know, all the stuff that causes them to turn three shades of crimson. A teeny, tiny part of us might consider it payback for all the diaper blow-outs and reflux/vomit sessions . . . just sayin'
Seriously, two days are never alike with our 7th and 8th grader, and the unexpected always arises through conversation.
And they never cease to amaze me.
Whether it be through an epic off the wall comment or the expression of a wonderfully unique point of view or . . .
through the discovery of empty cartons.
Y'all, for the life of me, when I reach into the pantry for a box and realize its empty, I laugh or tsk, depending on the amount of sleep gifted or coffee ingested.
Not bragging, but both make straight-A's, yet have failed to master this easy rule . . . if the carton is empty, throw away or recycle.
Do not place it back in the pantry, fridge, or freezer. Otherwise, "Mother", who does the majority of the grocery shopping, logically thinks we still have said product, when, in reality, we do not. Believe it or not, my day can get hijacked because of empty cartons.
And, this is where God, the ultimate parent, steps in. Just this morning, He used the eye-rolling shaking of an empty box, to enlighten me.
Amanda, how often do you come to the end of yourself, ignore this fact, and place your "empty" box back on the shelf without coming to Me first?
Without making time, allowing Me to replenish what has been depleted by the ups, downs, and sideways of this broken world?
Ouch, where in the heck did that come from? Goodness, I was only looking for two Uncrustables.
But, He, of course is right.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.