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Luck of the Draw

On weekends, when errands need to be run, sometimes Operation Divide and Conquer is implemented. Fiddledaddy was to take Jensen to Lowes for a little male bonding, and the suggestion was made that I haul the girls with me to get a few things from the grocery store.

But, there was dissension. Emme piped up with, “But I want to go with you to Lowes, Daddy!” Cailey joined in with “I want to go with Emme!” I mean, who would she bicker with, if her sister wasn’t immediately available to her.

My eyes lit up. This trip was starting to look promising for me. I envisioned myself hopping in the car, armed only with my purse and coupons, cranking up the radio to Easy Listening Rock, and skipping down grocery aisles alone.

And by the way, when did Rock ever become an Easy Listening genre?

Probably when Keith Richards starting slamming back Geritol.


Fiddledaddy began scrambling. Because he evidently began to envision his own shopping trip to hell. “Cailey, wouldn’t it be nice to spend some ALONE time with Mommy?” A cookie in her future may have also been mentioned.

She stopped drawing for a moment, closed her eyes, and began mouthing something silently. As if in solemn prayer.

She looked up at me, “Okay Mom, I’ll go with you.”

“You used ‘Eenie Meenie Miny Mo’ didn’t you?”

“Yep,” she answered, returning to her masterpiece.

I know this because she also uses the same technique when selecting her wardrobe in the morning.

I would prefer that she opt for matching colors and/or patterns as well as taking into consideration time of year. But, whatever works, I guess.

So, I had a “date” with my little princess. In her blue floral skirt, and pink striped shirt. It’s rare indeed that I can spend one on one time with my children. And I marvel at how very different they are when not in each other’s company.

Cailey turns quite chatty, as she hops down the sidewalk, taking great care not to step on the cracks. She holds my hand easily, and is inquisitive about the type of wood used in the cashier’s stand. Nothing escapes her notice. Especially when her attention isn’t diverted to torturing her siblings.

She is in unusually rare form. And extremely well behaved. I steer her toward the cookie display. “Sprinkles or chocolate chips?” She’s quiet for a moment, thinking. Probably throwing in a quick abbreviated version of ‘Eenie Meenie’ and finally she decides, “Sprinkles, please.”

I watch her as she silently nibbles around the edges of the cookie, until it disappears.

And I make a mental note to myself to purposely schedule in one-on-one time with each of my children. As often as possible.

Collectively, they can quickly achieve mob status. And I can often forget that they are each very unique and precious individuals.

I asked Cailey, during our alone time, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

She didn’t hesitate. No silent ‘Eenie Meenie’. Simply, she stated, “Nothing.”


“Yep,” she said, sidestepping a sidewalk crack, “I just want to be with my kids.”

Once I got past that “nothing” part, I realized that for all my trying and failing to attain Proverbs 31 status, I just may be doing something right.

I’m helping to raise the next generation of Proverbs 31 women.

And in my book, that’s everything.


24 Responses to Luck of the Draw

  • I’d say that’s the best kind of compliment you could ever get from your kiddies!

  • Somehow, at 15, my daughter has decided that …

    I’m ok.

    I’m fun to be with.

    She HUGS me in public.


    (and I’m serious sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she wants a learner’s permit in 94 days.)

    What. ever.

    I’m loving it.

  • Wow…that is a nice compliment! And I cherish the rare moments I can go somewhere with just one of my children…ok, two. Since baby always tags with me. : )

  • I couldn’t agree with you more. No paycheck is worth what you are investing in your children. You are a great mom!

  • That’s a beautiful story!

    My 10-year-old talks nonstop. Her love language, I think, is having someone just listen to her.

    Recently we went on a twenty minute walk. I think I said two sentences. She talked the whole time. And at the end of it she gave me a big hug and said, “Oh, Mommy, I love our conversations!”. She felt great just because I had listened.

    We do need that one-on-one, don’t we?

    Visit To Love, Honor and Vacuum today!

  • Wow. What a gift!!

  • That is so sweet and lovely and beautiful.:) I know exactly what you mean about alone time with the kids–Rachel asks about all kinds of interesting things, Esther gets all deep and asks weird questions about life and death and why the clouds are blue and whatever, and Issac, my quiet little boy, talks and talks and talks.

  • I’m glad you had that sweet moment with her, and your shopping trip wasn’t miserable.

  • With four kids I have in the past scheduled specific times with each of them. (Need to get back on that.) I alternated between the four, and so every 4 weeks one kid got one on one time with one parent (rotated through the parents too). Sounds more complex than it is now that I’m trying to write it out…

  • What a sweet, sweet girl…and such wonderful aspirations; she couldn’t have said it better!

    We’re trying to make a concerted effort to spend one-on-one time with each of our brood as well…and usually it just means one gets to tag along on errands to the free cookie store. But no matter–it still makes a difference!

  • I love the “nothing” part of her statement. Cracks me up.

    But the rest of it? As sweet as a cool breeze on a summer’s day.

  • Your nothing sure is something! Glad that you were just reassured by God that you’re on the right track.

  • That is the sweetest thing a child can say, I think. It made me a little weepy.

  • That one-on-one time is GREAT, isn’t it?

    I had the opportunity to do that myself this weekend, and enjoyed every single second of it.

  • Great story. I also really enjoy taking just one kid with me on errands. I enjoy being able to talk with them without being interrupted (or fighting) and no whining. It is glorious =)

  • Don’t tell her that “nothing” actually ends up being “everything.”

    And enjoy the fruit of your “nothing”-ness.

  • It’s funny how hard it is to spend individual time when you have more than one kid! [Hey, I’m still learning here-Baby Bug is only 4 weeks old!] We’ve already started to notice the Monkey getting ‘achy’ for mom/dad one-on-one time. Kudos to you for putting in that little bit extra.

    It obviously means a lot 🙂

  • Ok, now my eyes are a little misty. Sniff!

    Have you listened to the song by Steven Curtis Chapman called One Heartbeat At A Time? Check it out some day when you need a little more encouragement.

  • Fabulous post. Well everything except for the Easy Listening Rock part. Anything with Easy Listening in the title should be banned.

  • What a beauitful story,
    sounds like something I would of said as a child I want to be nothing!!! always wanted to be a mommy thought it was the best job in the wrold “you didn’t have to go to school: LOL,marina

  • There is more to that “nothing” than meets the eye. Obviously you make being a mommy look easy, joy filled and enticing.

    Your little girl wants to be just like you.

    What a blessing and responsibility!

  • Oh, this brought little tears to my eyes! So very sweet, and such a good reminder to look at each of our kids as the beautiful little individuals that they are!