Friday, December 17, 2010

Starbucks Coffee, Potty Training, And Anything Else I Can Think Of

I know you probably won't believe this, but I've only had Starbucs coffee
once before
in my intire life. I was in Morristown, NJ training with my guide dog George
at The
Seeing Eye. George the dog is dead now, but back then, he led me in to
where I sat for a while and drank a cup. Today, though, i am enjoying my own
made by me. Here's how it happened.
The Starbucks truck either dropped a load or wrecked or something, because
the intire
load was damaged and they were giving it away. My hubby brought me a dented
can for
free. I keep it stored in the freezer and use it sparingly, but oh, is it
good! I
got to laughing when I thought of what my grandmother would say if I told
her how
much it would cost to buy a can this size from Amazon. I guess when you grow
up during
or right after the Great Depression, $24 for a can of coffee is a little
silly. Anyhow,
though, for now mine is free. :)
So, what on earth do you do with a three-year-old who wants to wear diapers
of panties? She knows there are still some diapers in the drawer, and when I
her she is too big for them, she says, "No, I'm still a little baby."
"But," I say, "if you pee in the potty, you can have some chocolate.
Besides, don't
you want to be a big girl like your sissy?"
"No," she says, her lip all out and tears filling her eyes.
Guess I'll have to throw those diapers away and have her watch me do it. I
sure hope
she is broken of them, soon. Afording them is not an option, anymore.
I tell you what, asking God for patience did not turn out like I thought it
i asked Him to make me abetter person, patient and kind like it says in
5, and you know what He did? He gave me children, that's what. lol This road
of mothering
is a hard, steep climb upward. There are sharp rocks that dig in to my hands
feet, heartaches that make me want to cry, mud that makes me slide backward
so that
I keep repeting the same mistakes over and over again. And yet, along the
way, there
are such joys that I could have never imagined. I mean, sometimes, when I
stop to
rest on one of those bolders, I get to laughing so hard that tears come to
my eyes.
Once in a while, I stop and look back over the way I've come, an i can
hardly believe
it. For sure and for certain, I am not the same Shannon who said "I do" ten
ago. How can something be so difficult and wonderful, all at the same time?
For instance, this potty training business. I absolutely can't stand finding
she has wet her pants or done something else. I mean, I want to yell and
I hate touching it, and yet, how else is a blind woman supposed to know how
bad the
mess is if she doesn't touch it? But, the same child who will not make potty
easy on either one of us, wraps her sweet, little arms around my neck and
says, "I
love you, Mommy." The very same five-year-old who interrupts me everytime I
my mouth to have a private talk with someone, said in her prayers the other
"And, Lord, please help everybody that they know you before it's too late."
Yesterday, I was watching a video from our church. My five-year-old, Faith
was singing
with me in the video, and I tell you, I got such a blessing, tears came to
my eyes.
Y'all want to know what God wants for you and your children? He wants you to
in them a deep love for Him...that's all. Because, see, if you do that,
else will fall in to place. It isn't about what we as parents can give them.
all about what we can show them.
God has worked a miracle in my life, y'all. In fact, He's still working on
me to
make me what I ought to be. I'm serious. i am a better person because I am a
I am a better person, because I am a wife. I am not the girl I used to be.
I'm not
even the woman I used to be, but someone new, someone that would not be, if
it were
not for the grace of God.
Totally off subject...I have an iPhone. Did y'all know that? Anyway, I love
it. With
sighted assistance, I can even take videos and pictures with it. I can also
to music, get a call, talk then go back to listening to music, all with a
touch of
a finger. I recorded a little video of my girls with my Papaw here at my
house, and
here's the link.
My mamaw is whispering in the background, and the other voice in the
background besides
mine, is the voice on my phone.
Well, I have clothes to fold and put away, a couple of rug rats to bathe and
ready to go down the road. My daughter is getting her glasses today, Lord
and there's some grocery shopping to do. I'm also hoping to cheat and eat
out a bit,
but we'll have to check the finances, first. Sorry for not blogging often,
but I'm
trying to get back in to the swing of things, and I'm working on a very
post about obedience that I'll post, soon. Until next time, keep safe, pray
ceasing, and remember to smile 'cause God loves you so very much!


  1. God rest George's soul! What a good dog to lead you to a Starbucks!
    I can tell by reading this you are an excellent mother. I say, even the nasty stuff, soak it all in. I'm not a mom yet, but from what I understand, it all passes by so quickly. Merry Christmas!

  2. Thanks, Dana. George was a great dog! He took me to church, Starbucks that one time, and Baskin Robins once, too. lol Merry Christmas to you and Michael an happy new year, too. :)


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