My head is filled with the chatter of my children from sun up until sun-just-get-to-bed down. And I do a pretty good job of filtering out what’s important from “MOM, HE TOUCHED ME.”
While stationed at my customary spot in the kitchen staring down into the sink wondering why I ever thought WHITE was a good idea, I heard the following float over the bar, from the lips of my 8 year old Cailey.
“When I grow up, I’m going to marry a boy named Pathetic.”
I looked up from my scrubbing. WHAT?
She repeated it.
First of all, I was awfully surprised that she would even ever see herself married. TO A BOY. She finds most boys icky and distasteful.
And we’re doing everything in our parental power to sustain that line of thinking.
But really, I had hoped she would set her sights a good deal higher.
Many years ago, I began praying in earnest for the future spouses of my three children. And not just because of each of my children’s unique quirkiness.
Although I’ve put extra thought into the prayers aimed at Cailey’s future husband. She came out a fiery redhead, and persists in honing her scrappiness and strong willed nature.
I’m not even kidding when I say that I believe she has a wonderful future ahead of her in the law profession. As an attorney, she will have criminals BEGGING to be locked up so that she will quit MAKING HER POINT UNTIL IT EITHER BECOMES LAW OR YOUR EARS BLEED .
It is going to take a strong prayerful man, with an awfully resilient nature to have a handle on that one.
In secret, as a woman, I admire her fierce tenacity. But as her mother, I stay stocked with industrial strength Excedrin.
But in truth, I pray for each of my childrens future spouses because I want God to begin shaping them now. To instill a heart of gold, a quest for excellence, and a tender hand to hold my child when I’m not there.
Oh, and I pray for fiscally responsible spouses so that her father and I can have our pick of rest homes. In Barbados.
I managed to get to the bottom of Cailey’s odd choice of husband material. Her baby brother had just bared his heart to her, telling her that he only wants to marry his Cailey.
Which should be a complement, since up until now he has had eyes only for Minnie Mouse.
And she responded to his heartfelt declaration of love with tenderness.
And resignation. “Gaaahhh. When I grow up I’m going to marry a boy named Pathetic.”
It is these proud parenting moments that get me through each day.