From the Mouths of Babes

My son is a good child.

Simple in his wishes.

He is six.

He can’t figure out when is Christmas.

We tell him.

He forgets.

He asks daily.

He sings Christmas carols.

He doesn’t get the lyrics quite right.

We laugh.

He told me that all he wants for Christmas is a stuffed bunny rabbit, a fire truck and a gold fish.

We are lucky.

No, we are blessed that God chose us.


I’m a Conqueror

I woke up this morning excited. I have been sick for the last week and a half and it felt good to be out and about and even back at work. I was pumped. Yes, I have some things that are going on. Some worries I’m working through. Some concerns that are on my mind, but I was thankful for another day. I woke up feeling like superwoman. I told myself, “Girl, today is a new day. Yesterday was the past and today is a gift. Be present in the moment and know that no matter what happens today you are incredibly blessed and highly favored.”

Even when it doesn’t seem like it, I need to remember that I am a conqueror and this too shall pass. So, my #motivationalmonday message is based off one of my favorite chapters in the bible: Romans. Romans 8:34-39 which reads:

“Who is to condemn? It is Christ Jesus, who died, yes, who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us.[a] 35 Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? 36 As it is written,
“For your sake we are being killed all day long;
we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered.”
37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

So, I want to tell you the same thing. You’re a conqueror. Nothing we can do will separate us from the love of Christ. Trust me (I’ve done some things I thought would separate me and He still loves me).

Listen to Estelle’s song “Conqueror” and tell me that you are not inspired. No matter who is counting you out. Estelle sings “I’d rather stand tall than live on my knees because I’m a conqueror and I won’t accept defeat.”

Neither should you. God has already determined that you will win, so love, know that it will happen.

It Happened…My First Spanking

So, Tuesday evening, I had to spank Brennan.  I didn’t cry. Let me tell you what happened…Yesterday, we received the first daily report for Brennan and his dad was upset about the report and the lack of information the teacher put on the report. He was actually blaming the teacher and the school. I calmly stated that I would email the teacher and ask a series of questions for an explanation to the confusing report, but to calm down because I’m sure there is something we’re missing. 

The teacher replied to my email the next morning and said I will call you later on today after the children leave for the day. She did and to my surprise, I realized that my son is tripping. My beautiful, bubbly, only child, too spoiled, attention loving young man was acting like he was bored and refusing to not participate or show interest in the class. I was truly embarrassed and disturbed by his behavior. Listening to the teacher, I was fuming. School just started and it’s too early for him to be showing disinterest in anything. 

We got off the phone and I called his dad immediately to share what the teacher said to me.  He listened and then quietly responded…”You’re gonna spank him right?” I paused and with all bravado in my voice, said, “Yep, it’s about that time and I will use his belt because I don’t want to hurt my hand.” He replied, “Fine, but make sure you do it. Don’t chicken out.”

I left work and talked to my sister on the phone while I drove to go and get Brennan.  I told her what happened and she said, “Wow, what are you going to do?” I said, “I’m gonna spank him.” She said, “Okay, don’t cry in front of him while you do it.  Just get it over with and go in the bathroom and cry. That’s what I did when I spanked my kids for the first time.” I said, “Okay.”

So, I pick Brennan up from aftercare and he says, “Wow, mommy! I’m so excited to see you! I didn’t know you were picking me up.  You look so beautiful mommy!  I missed you!  I love you mommy! How was your day?” All this was coming out of his mouth in rapid succession and he wouldn’t even let me respond before his next declaration, so I thought, “Dang! He’s good”. So, I played along and finally said, “My day was fine love. You’re getting your butt whooped tonight. I talked to your teacher.” He started to cry. I said, “Those tears don’t work now. You’re in the big leagues buddy. Keep crying and I can whoop you outside in front of the school.” He dried his tears. I took him home and went into his room, pulled off his little belt and popped that behind. He cried. I said, “Now, let’s discuss why you got a whooping”. There was no TV and two hours of French homework, math and reading. Hell, I’m exhausted now too. The joys of parenting or sometimes the frustration, I’m not sure which yet. Au Revoir