Well HELLO there my dear blog page. bloggy poo. ... too much time in the toy box? chyeah. So believe it or not I have an actual topic of sorts, but first I have to trade Paige a MUM for that diaper rash cream tube she found, cover Lena with a blanket... and... what else...
Overcome with unconditional love for your children... & the intense need to kiss and comfort every "booboo" (among a million other emotional bio-hazards that come with birthing your carbon copies) comes with a price... pure insanity. So when you think you, mommy, talking to myself and you (even if you are not yet a mommy), think that you are the only reason, the only way, the only small ray of HOPE ... that can or will ever be able to dry your child's tears after a "booboo"...
I think you know where this is going...
I, Brittany M Phillips, behind a sliding glass door, faced the reality that I can indeed hold back and trust another to comfort my child when they (in this case "she", Paige) are hurt. *Obviously there will be situations when it is appropriate to break the door down, but hear me out*
This last weekend my sweet husband (Dustin) and his father (Grampa) were working on a few things in our backyard. Grampa, having Paige in hand placed Paige in the wheel barrow to tour her around our yard. It was so precious and she was having a blast! From the window doing the dishes, my motherly instinct was going nuts, afraid of her crawling out and rolling onto her noggin. naturally.
So I begin taking photos on my phone, uploading them to facebook of course, cropping them down, etc. I go to hold up the phone for another photo and Paige leans over the stopped barrow... onto her face. Just as I am about to rip that slider door right out of the wall, Grampa picks Paige up and kisses her, hugs her close and bounces her. Checks her face, wipes her off. Dustin comes over, rubs her back, checks her out as well and within a few minutes she is back to "content".
Level of 1 to 10, I am a 14 of something Ridiculous.
Hand over my mouth, crying like a baby, praying to keep me behind the glass, & thanking God for the strength to let her Grampa comfort her & to leave me out of it. And as much as it sounds like it was about ME and my motherly instincts to protect her like a mother bear to her cubs. It was about Paige. It is so important for her to know how much her Grampa loves her and that she has trustworthy men in her life that absolutely care about her well being.
And ... WHY in the world else would I want this for her ... because someday, when my daughters get crushes on boys, I want them to have a HIGH standard. I want that standard to be that of their father and grampas. What my, and your, daughters experience growing up is going to shape the kind of person they are... which will determine the kind of people they attract believe it or not. From a God loving perspective, our husbands are to portray the image of Jesus. Paige's Grampa picking her up off the ground and loving on her, my husband coming to make sure she is alright was a beautiful picture of what Jesus would have done as well.
AND when Jesus does this... is there ever a woman freaking out peeking over his shoulder, or worse, tearing the babies out of his hands like he has NO idea what he is doing?! As much as the image makes me laugh, that would be a no sir. Granted, in this world, full of chaos and complete destruction, there are some you simply can not trust with your child...
however... trust your motherly instinct and let the Lord guide you ... prayerfully and peace will follow you and your chillin's.
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