On Thursdays I post from the vault. This post is from January 2009.
Earlier this evening, a car alarm started going off on our street. This happens several times a week. For some reason, the multi-generational family across the street feels it necessary to protect their large fleet of mid-90’s sedans with blaring sirens. ‘Cause our suburb is so ghetto and all. I am ever annoyed by this and every time it happens, I feel like marching right over there and telling them to turn the alarm off already, NO ONE WANTS TO STEAL YOUR OLD BEAT-UP CAR.
So when the alarm started blaring tonight, of course I was seething. It seemed to be going on forever. My kids thought it was awesome. They were dancing to the rhythm and acting like they were at a rave or something. It just kept going and going. I’m getting more and more incensed. Why aren’t they shutting it off?
Then I notice India is using my keys as a “noisemaker” in her dancing reverie. Wait, those don’t look like my keys . . . my keys don’t have a remote control . . . whose keys are those? Oh yeah, my inlaws left their car here.
I am the annoying neighbor who is failing to turn off the car alarm.
I walked outside and, I kid you not, half of the family across the street is standing outside glaring at me.
Every Wednesday I feature a child recently highlighted by a local Wednesday’s Child newscast to share the stories of children from around the country who are waiting for a family. My hope is that this can broaden exposure for the children highlighted, but also serve as a reminder that these children represent thousands of children currently in the foster-care system. Perhaps their stories will inspire you to consider opening your home to a child needing a family. For more information and to learn about other waiting children, visit AdoptUsKids.
Mother of the year award right here. Just left my 9-year-old at home alone without saying a word to her. 😳😂 She DID go to her friend’s earlier. And then came home and told me said friend wasn’t home – a fact I completely forgot as I left to pick up the boys from church.
In the spirit of keeping things real: the past 24 hours have been maybe the worst with my kids ever. The teenage years are here to kick ass and take names. But tonight I took them to dinner and gave them little gifts and told them how much I loved them and I meant it, and I guess that’s what true love really is … showing up and loving fiercely, even when you don’t feel like it. And then grounding them. Also that.
The Howerton kids see every holiday as an excuse to make cupcakes …
Romantic love is amazing. It is intoxicating and exhilarating and exciting and comforting. It is also optional. It is a lovely and life-affirming experience to be in love, but it is not the air we breathe. A reminder today to be grateful for the many kinds of love you find yourself in, but that in the absence of certain manifestations of love, you are still enough.
Accidentally used the kids’ “purple depositing shampoo” thinking it was my “purple toning shampoo” so I guess I will be rocking purple highlights for a few days. 😳😂