I had kinda thought we would have a moment this morning.
A magical, back-to-school, photo opportunity kind of moment. Everyone in matching colors and hairbows and even shoes, after a summer of bare feet.
You know, Pinterest worthy.
But I am not a Pinterest kind of mom and my kiddos are more like a herd of cattle than a pile of cute puppies in matching red collars.
I woke up my herd extra early and did my best to make sure everyone had on all their clothes. I fixed hair, brushed teeth, and wiped boogers. I even cleaned fingernails just in case I felt the urge to take a close-up of someone’s hand. (Which, by the way, I did!) I posed them inside and out and tried to get them to say funny things to get them to really smile. I snapped half a dozen shots before I gave up and let them who they really are: Just a silly bunch of kids who hate school as much as their teacher. And their teacher is me.
We laughed until we almost wet our pants. Here are some of my favorite shots.
The honest truth is, I LOVE these photos. They are better than picture perfect Pinterest. They are God-perfect.
I may not have a picture perfect family, but I am one blessed mama.
After 7 hours of American History,(which I faked my way through), spelling, reviewing last year’s math, reading aloud, craft making, snacks of goldfish, letter writing, counting, and taco making (my kids are really little red headed Mexicans), I collapsed in my favorite chair at 3 this afternoon. My sweet baby crawled into my lap and grabbed both of my cheeks in her chubby little hands and kissed me square on the lips.
“I loves you , Mama,” she said. I melted into her little hands and smiled into her booger covered face. I could feel her leftover snot on my own lips. “I love you , too, Geenie Beanie,” I said.
We ate homemade ice cream sandwiches and talked about our day. We laughed and poked fun at one another’s self-portraits. We all laughed at Ainsley’s beard (she glued it on, not us!) and Isaac’s perfect spelling of his name-backwards! We talked about wigwams and wampums and Mayan Indians. And we laughed some more.
At the dinner table tonight, the kids blessed me- their teacher and their mom. They each shared what they loved about their first day of school and I sat a little taller at the table. I ate my burger and smiled behind each bite. I totally rock, I thought to myself. I finished my burger and smiled wide.
“I totally rock,” I said outloud.
And quietly, I heard the Lord, say, “Absolutely. That’s why I gave them to you. You can do this. Keep the main thing the main thing. I’ll take care of everything else.”
So I sit here tonight and bask in the light that reflects off of all of my glitter. (And there is a lot of glitter going on in the Harris house tonight and none of it falls on Thad.=) ) I look at the stack of worksheets that need to be filed and the Native American history that needs to be reread and I breathe in deep.
I can do this. I can get up early and keep this crazy herd of kids my main thing. I can laugh when I want to cry and remember that I am not striving to rear the next Harvard graduates.
I am striving to rear the next generation of Christ followers who love others more than themselves.
May the light of Christ reflect off of all the glitter that I try to rub on to my kids.
They absolutely rock.