So I was thinking…

…no actually I was reading Miss A LA MODE’s ever-so-eloquent post POLLYANNA I"M NOT

Then it took me twenty minutes to figure out how to spell eloquent.

I’m thinking, "Darn, if my friend wasn’t so good with words I wouldn’t be struggling with spelling this darn word."

If you read her words you’d think she never leaves her house but just like you and me she sees herself so differently than others see her.

Don’t we all?

She’s got the sweetest spirit of anyone you will ever meet.  She’s always quick to help anyone who only asks and she gave me shaving cream one time.  A whole bottle!  Of shaving cream!
Now that’s love!

She shares the feeling most stay-at-home mom’s have.  By five o’clock we do meet questions from our wee ones with blank stares.  Thinking to ourselves, "How can anyone have any questions left?  There were none when we were discussing The Great Schism today."  Why now?  And who really cares where asparagus come from or the fact that it’s a Veggie Tales character.

See our kids give us those same blank looks when we’re trying our hardest to homeschool them.

You know that look……    "DUH"………   "HUH?"

I know those of you who know her know what a wonderful friend she is.  My life is a better place because she is in it.  She’s openly honest with her struggles.  She cracks me up.  We’ve sworn to bake cookies in our PJ’s one day next week and drink coffee all day.  Home Economics Day, we’re calling it. 

I’ve known her for years.  We met at a Women’s Bible Study we both still attend—-then with barely one kid and pregnant, then pregnant again.  We’ve made it up to three kids for her and four for me.  At Bible Study this week we openly admitted to the sensation of lactating just holding the latest newborn in our group.  We think we’d like more kids…..at least in that shiny pretty place in our heads.  But we sometimes sleep through the night now and let me tell ya, that’s hard to give up, even for that newborn baby smell.

So don’t let her fool you. 
She’s just like you and me.  She see’s herself differently than others see her.
She listens to the nasty inner voices.
She fights the secret inner mommy monster we all do.

And she smiles, slaps on another layer of deodorant, puts her hair in a pony tail and says, "Come on in.  Please excuse the mess."  As her littlest peanut meets you and with his sweetest little "not two" voice and says, "Pee Pee Potty" as his little boy curls plop here and there.

She’s potty training her youngest boy in the same manner I did.

Just go ask another mom who’s raised a boy.

I’m not giving any secrets away here.

Power to ya sister!!
IN HIM–