by Amy
The older I get - and the older my kids get - the more I appreciate my mom. Being a mom is a wonderful job - probably the best one there is! But, it's definitely not the easiest job around. And, as I fight a selfish, complaining attitude that occasionally creeps into my heart, I think of my mom and her example. Now that I'm a mom myself, I realize that my mom probably didn't actually enjoy pooper-scooping the yard. But, I can honestly say, that I never once heard her complain about it. Can my kids say the same thing? Did they ever hear me complain about cleaning up after the bunnies? I also realize that it was probably difficult for her when my dad went out of town, but again, I never heard a complaint. And, we often did extra fun things - like play games, go out to dinner, stay up late, or have a slumber party - when he was gone.
One of the things I remember my mom saying to me when I was in college and she looked back on our "growing up years" was that she wished she had played with me and my brother more. In her opinion, my dad was fun and she was always busy. I can honestly say that is not how I remember things. But, I often think of that in relation to my own kids. Do I take the time to play with them? Do we do fun things together? Do they know that I enjoy being with them? Or, am I too busy cleaning up, cooking or doing my own thing that I don't cherish the time I have with them?
I praise the Lord for the great example my mom was to me. She was hard-working, supportive of my dad, loving, gentle, quick to speak an encouraging word, ready to listen, tender-hearted, and so much more. Watching her battle Alzheimer's now breaks my heart - even thousands of miles away.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Good For Nothing
by Amy
If you remember back in March, we had two bunnies, named Rosie and Daisy. Daisy was sweet and cuddly. Rosie was squirmy and naughty.... Well, Daisy died about 3 months ago. Savannah was heart broken. I was not. Having two bunnies is not like having twin boys.... (When the boys were little, I often commented that having twins took more time, but not twice as much time.) It is not so with rabbits. Instead of just having twice the mess to clean up - it was like having 4 times the mess! So, I'll confess right now, I'm a bad mom -- I was not sad to see Daisy go. Although, I was sad to see my daughter so upset. And, if I had to chose one to die, it would have been Rosie, not Daisy.
Well, for the last few months, we've had Rosie. Rabbits typically are very fragile (which is why we've been through so many!) You need to watch what they eat, how far they jump down, etc. That was not the case with Rosie. She would jump off Brad's shoulders while he was standing up and be just fine. She would eat all the crumbs under the table, and not have any issues. She was also very stubborn! She could jump up on to my kitchen table!! I HATED that! I didn't want dirty bunny feet on my kitchen table!! (PTL for Clorox wipes - hard to find and expensive over here but worth it when a rabbit is hopping on the table!) We had a spay bottle that we'd spray her with when she got up there. She didn't like the water, but she'd keep coming back. Then, Brad resorted to "baptizing" her. He'd dunk her under the running water, then throw her back in her cage. When that failed, he began putting her "in jail." Bunny jail is a plastic trash can with small holes on the side and a weight on top so she can't get out. She didn't like it, but she continued to jump on my table.
One day Brad said, "I finally get it! My dad used to always say my pet cat was 'good for nothing'. Now I understand what he means - This bunny is Good For Nothing!"
Well, I'm not sad to report that not too long ago, Rosie died. We have no idea what happened to her. Brad had moved her to a bigger cage and she got stuck between the slats a few times, so maybe she got injured. We're not sure, but I will say, Brad and I weren't too heart broken. Savannah again was pretty upset, but also expressed a thankfulness that she got to live with us for so long (6 months).
So, there's a good chance that the bunny phase of our life is over.... Next spring when they're being sold all over the streets, we'll see if we have that same resolve!
If you remember back in March, we had two bunnies, named Rosie and Daisy. Daisy was sweet and cuddly. Rosie was squirmy and naughty.... Well, Daisy died about 3 months ago. Savannah was heart broken. I was not. Having two bunnies is not like having twin boys.... (When the boys were little, I often commented that having twins took more time, but not twice as much time.) It is not so with rabbits. Instead of just having twice the mess to clean up - it was like having 4 times the mess! So, I'll confess right now, I'm a bad mom -- I was not sad to see Daisy go. Although, I was sad to see my daughter so upset. And, if I had to chose one to die, it would have been Rosie, not Daisy.
Well, for the last few months, we've had Rosie. Rabbits typically are very fragile (which is why we've been through so many!) You need to watch what they eat, how far they jump down, etc. That was not the case with Rosie. She would jump off Brad's shoulders while he was standing up and be just fine. She would eat all the crumbs under the table, and not have any issues. She was also very stubborn! She could jump up on to my kitchen table!! I HATED that! I didn't want dirty bunny feet on my kitchen table!! (PTL for Clorox wipes - hard to find and expensive over here but worth it when a rabbit is hopping on the table!) We had a spay bottle that we'd spray her with when she got up there. She didn't like the water, but she'd keep coming back. Then, Brad resorted to "baptizing" her. He'd dunk her under the running water, then throw her back in her cage. When that failed, he began putting her "in jail." Bunny jail is a plastic trash can with small holes on the side and a weight on top so she can't get out. She didn't like it, but she continued to jump on my table.
One day Brad said, "I finally get it! My dad used to always say my pet cat was 'good for nothing'. Now I understand what he means - This bunny is Good For Nothing!"
Well, I'm not sad to report that not too long ago, Rosie died. We have no idea what happened to her. Brad had moved her to a bigger cage and she got stuck between the slats a few times, so maybe she got injured. We're not sure, but I will say, Brad and I weren't too heart broken. Savannah again was pretty upset, but also expressed a thankfulness that she got to live with us for so long (6 months).
So, there's a good chance that the bunny phase of our life is over.... Next spring when they're being sold all over the streets, we'll see if we have that same resolve!
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