Post by CaveWoman on Dec 16, 2008 22:15:19 GMT -6
Cavey and I had been happy together (most of the time, LOL) for 11 years but hadn't been blessed with any babies.
I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a Perfect Mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide.
God answered my prayers and blessed us with a Granddaughter First. Two years later God blessed us with our son. Then following 4 years, He blessed us with yet another Grandbaby.
Cavey thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had two children 26 and 4, and Two Grand Children 6 and 11 months. Needless to say, I've learned never to ask God for anything unless We meant it.
As a minister once told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."
I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay around the House. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.
I tried to be patient the day My Son and Granddaughter smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.
I tried to be understanding... when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the Critter's bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.
When my Grand daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.
In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my promise to be a Perfect Mother - {I didn't even come close} ...I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.
BUT, I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my Grand daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too. Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my Son thought it was generous of God to give us his "last wife."
My proudest moment came during the Children's Christmas pageant This year. My Grand daughter was playing Mary, My son was playing two roles in this pageant, a shepherd and also one of the 3 Wise Men. This was their moment to shine.
My four-year-old Shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes."
My 6 year-old "Mary" said, "That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's Dirty, Rotten Clothes." A Wrestling Match Broke out Between Mary and the Shepherd and was stopped by an angel who bent her halo and lost her left wing.
I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying,
"Mama-mama." Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. {Mind you My son had to Quickly run back stage after their Wrestling Match and get changed for his next role as a Wise Man..}
My Son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, "We are the three wise men and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur."
The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation. "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes "For the
rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur."
"My children are my pride, my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for an 800 mg Ibuprophen..
NOW PHOLKS TOP THAT ONE.....
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to ya..
Love The CaveWoman and Family
Gotta love the kids and grandkids and all of their "monkeyshines". 
