Tuesday, February 26, 2013
You may or may not have noticed that i've been feeling rather four-letter-word-ish lately. It's hot and i'm pregnant- need I say more?
Most days I've found myself swinging between screaming at my beautiful innocent children and crying about screaming at my beautiful innocent children. It's less than ideal.
I've been consoled by one armed hugs from my wounded mother (she broke her shoulder, remember) and blocks of Cadbury Willy Wonker chocolate. My bra's and underpants no longer fit me and even my husband inquired about the size of my bum, let's not mention what my daughter thinks of my face!
Despite the odds, this morning I awoke (after about 4 hours of sleep) and decided that I just HAD to get on top of things. No. More. Crying.
Naturally, I can't get on top of things on my own so I called my broken mother and grey haired father for moral support. They got out their pom pom's and cheered me on. Then they got in their car - my dad with his wipper snipper and mower, my mum with a bag of books and special toys.
They arrived at my house and tirelessly worked. My dad lingered in the sun for two hours to get our filthy yard under control while mum read stories and played with the kids.
When they left my children were in bed and my lawns were neat and tidy.
I simply can't express my gratitude for my mum and dad. They are ALWAYS there when I need them, no exceptions. ever.
They are the greatest example of God's love that i've ever known. Unconditional, practical and present.
Mum and Dad, thank you.
One day, ONE DAY I will be able to give back a little bit of what you've given to me.
I'm enjoying talking with you about your wonderful parents over here.