a morning reminder


This morning I overslept.  I had a long, emotional day yesterday and my body was probably trying to tell me that I needed some extra sleep, and I overslept.  I woke up at 5:30 when Darin got up for work, heard the kids get up not long after, and then opened my eyes and it was 7:30.  Shoot.  Came downstairs to find my children playing their iPads, which they know they shouldn’t be doing.  No iPads before school.  They know this.  Instead of saying good morning and greeting them with hugs and kisses I raised my voice and reminded them of the rule and then hurried them along to get ready for school.  I made myself some coffee and checked the school menu and saw something that Evie would actually eat.  Score.  I didn’t have to make her lunch.  That would save me a little time.  I looked at the list I made the day before of the million things I need to do the next fews days with not one of them checked and felt the stress build, I poured myself that coffee.  More hurrying them along and telling Evie twenty times to get some socks and trying to find her gloves and only finding one and then searching everywhere for the second one only to find it in her backpack which was the first place I looked but obviously not very well because I was in such a hurry.  I sit down on the couch and have “the talk” with them.  I tell them they need to be better listeners, they need to follow the rules, they need to not cry and whine, and then I started crying.  Nice.  Evie gives me a big hug and apologizes and Eli then starts crying saying how hard it is to not cry when he’s upset and I tell him I understand and that it’s okay to cry and we say a little prayer and I look at the clock, time to go.  We finally get in the car and start driving and I tell Evie that she’ll be eating hot lunch today and she tells me she doesn’t have any money in her account.  Shoot.  We had made it half way to school only to turn around because she needed a check to put money in her lunch account.  Run inside and of-course the checkbook isn’t in the spot it should be.  I rummage through the junk drawer with no luck and finally grab a new book of checks and quickly write it, realizing that I need the lunch account number on the bottom of the check so I search the extremely disorganized folder with all the school papers and eventually find the number to write on the check.  We make it to school with minutes to spare and Evie blows me a kiss as she walks to the door and I take a deep breath and drive back home.  And I hear one of my favorite Christmas songs on the radio and start crying again.

Winter Snow

Could’ve come like a mighty storm
With all the strength of a hurricane
You could’ve come like a forest fire
With the power of Heaven in Your flame

But You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

You could’ve swept in like a tidal wave
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts
You could have come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we’ve scarred

But You came like a winter snow, yes, You did
You were quiet, You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

Ooh no, Your voice wasn’t in a bush burning
No, Your voice wasn’t in a rushing wind
It was still, it was small, it was hidden

Oh, You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

Falling, oh yeah, to the earth below
You came falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below

I needed that reminder.  I need to slow down, I need to not freak out about the little things, I need to take in this Christmas in the way that He came to us.  Like a winter snow.  Quiet, soft, slow.


random christmas and end of year randomness » Stacey Montgomery Photography - […] After this post, where I discovered the kids playing the iPads when they knew they were not supposed to, I took them away indefinitely.  It’s nearly two weeks later and they have not gotten them back (except to watch youtube videos on how to rainbow loom).  And except for the occasional TV show or movie, the kids have been totally electronics free since December 18.  No Nintendo DS, no playing our phones, no Wii, no computer.  Even on the car ride to Nana’s house.  I know, I can hardly believe it either.  It’s been a good thing for all of us and I’ve been amazed at how the fighting and whining and tantrums have dramatically decreased because of it.  They are actually playing with their toys and playing together.  It seriously makes me want to throw them out into the snow along with the Furby.  I know I won’t.  And I know we will establish new rules and they will eventually get to play with it all again, but wow.  It’s been a good thing. […]

Heather - Tears, friend. Had a hard bedtime tonight and am feeling so bad about it. That last paragraph? Yes, that’s my prayer now too. Thank you for being so real and honest. Love you.

gina - i love your transparency. sounds like such a “real morning” with “real wonderful people.”


michelle - Go easy on yourself, S. Rushed mornings happen. It won’t always be this way. Some day you will (like me, this morning) wake up as your two kids walk out the door to catch the bus. They didn’t need me at all. They packed their stuff, made their lunches, dressed, ate breakfast, brushed teeth, and walked out the door on time. But it wasn’t always like that. I had plenty of rushed mornings and harsh words in years past. Truth be told, while I like be needed less for the “getting ready stuff” I do occasionally miss being needed for everything. I’m not saying you should enjoy it. I’m really not. I’m just saying that motherhood is a crazy mind game where you spend so many days wishing to not be needed for everything, and then once you get there you miss being needed for everything. ;)

I’m praying for you to find quiet moments to savor the season.
Love you. :)

Andrea - Rough morning indeed! Hope your day gets better. Love that song. I’ve heard it on the radio a few times and just love it!
Hugs, friend.

Laura - Aaaah, everyone has me crying this morning. We’ve had mornings like this too. Perfect song for the circumstances. Wishing you sweet after-school cuddles.

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