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Another Tatumism…

Cake pops are perfect for a Tot.

Only one more month of counting months!

I cannot get Tatum to wear ANYTHING on her head for the life of me. NOTHING! It’s been a battle since she was 2 days old when she had a little hat on her head. It immediately came off with her itsy bitsy hand. A bow? Nope. Hat? eh…about a minute. Headband? Not a chance.

But, mommy’s terribly ugly green hold-her-hairback headband? Yep! She grabbed it from my counter, put it on her head, and ran to the mirror. I thought she stepped into the 80’s and was ready for a Jane Fonda aerobic workout. Oh, she just thought she looked so cute!

Add a ball, and you have the next…well, I don’t really know any women soccer players, but you have the next one here. 

We threw the ball back and forth, and that girl has an arm. Could it be the magic green headband? The great thing about ball with Tatum is that she not only waits for me to throw the ball, but then she attempts to throw the ball back to me by bringing it nearly to my face. I hardly have to move. It’s like a game of fetch!

This tired her out…(but not me! :)))  so it was more “What letter is this?” game.

Another great Sunday with Tot. 🙂

Learning the letter P is sure fun. It all started at our friendly local Trader Joe’s about a month ago. There it was…a BARREL of all sorts of squashes from round to bumpy and from white to orange. Tatum pointed and I said, “Pumpkin!” Then that was the word of the day for the entire Trader Joe’s experience.

It only got better. When we hit the sample stand, they usually give Tot an animal cookie (in the shape of a letter…so I guess it’s a letter cookie!?) When we arrived to the stand, she said, “E? I? O??” Sadly..no letter cookies that day. (Sad face) BUT HARK! They did have something much more tasty.

Pumpkin O’s! Delectable. A dash of cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and everything nice added to their usual Toasted O’s. Heaven. The mini cup of Pumpkin O’s lasted the whole trip, as Tatum squealed “‘Punkin O’s'” every three seconds. Tatum was happy. Mommy was happy (moreover because I had my hot piping baba (of sample pumpkin coffee!). When we arrived at the checkout, she alerted everyone in line, “”Punkin” O’s!”

The alphabet can be so fun, and especially when you get to enjoy partaking in that letter’s food item. (Except when she thinks a banana starts with “N.” (for nana))

In the meantime, we bought our own little pumpkin, and thanks to a DEAR person in my life, this pumpkin has become a Mrs. Princess Punkin-head.

(As she says, “Picture, please!?”)

The wonderful P.

Have ever had a day where you messed up over and over again? I mean, you just couldn’t seem to get your groove on.

We had a day like this yesterday.

Tatum was up earlier than usual, and instead of letting her sleep a bit longer, I went in and got her up.

We spent the first 30 minutes of the morning in the Word. I read our devotion, then I grabbed my Bible as Tot played. She noticed that I was reading, so she grabbed her Bible and we sat together; Tatum and me…enjoying Jesus. Pretty darn cool.

This start of the day thrilled me, and I knew it was going to be an incredible day!

Or was it?

Around 9:30, Tatum decided to do the exact opposite to what I said more than once. Hmmmm. My voice raised a few octaves and I felt myself reverting to a broken record of “Don’t do this..Don’t touch that…” Yuk. Obviously, this was not effective, and I know better, yet, I was flustered and she could tell. In the past, redirection or positive talk like, “Not for Tatum, but this Tatum can play with” worked. (And it still does) But, again, we just were not jiving, Tot and me, not communicating well at all. Whose fault was this? Mine, yet I let it influence my attitude.

She had to pull a few more hiccup moments that day, and I had to raise my voice a few octaves higher, but in the end, at the end of the day…..

We made Lemonade. (virtually that is)

Those darn lemons can be so sour. The aftertaste can last and last, unless you wash it down with some grace and some love. HOW?

Well, first, before bed last night, we prayed together, and we talked about the day. We do get angry..both of us. But we need to work on handling it better (me too!) She has every right to try to exert herself and challenge boundaries, but she also has the duty to be obedient. It’s a learning curve for me in how I handle the moments that she does challenge those set lines and rules.

Making lemonade with Tatum is what we do everyday. Messing up and trying again is all part of parenting and all part of being a kid. It’s all part of being HUMAN! The grace given to us by our Father who showed us HOW is the model I choose to follow. Tatum can learn to see that Jesus is her role model in what obedience looks like (i.e. we show love by obeying the ones we love!), but more importantly what LOVE really means.

“Life is beautiful…fleeting heartbeats, fleeting health, fleeting time… It all happens in a flash and blur…It’s a bit like the perfect sunset. For just a moment all time stops and we catch a glimpse of something so indescribably beautiful….And then it passes. And all we are left with is a warm memory that glows softly in our minds and replays and reminds us to be ready for those moments because they only come by every once in a while. Just enjoy the moment….The sunset….Before it passes.” Adam Lee.

Today, I received an email from one of the most dear people in my life, and she had shared this with me. One of her student’s little sisters passed away within 5 days of finding out she had a brain tumor.  F..I..V..E DAYS. Five days!? I cannot even fathom how instantaneously things can change.

Reading this, I realized how much I do not savor every moment. Do we take things for granted? We do when things are just going “fine.” Every day is special if you let them be that way.

Here is my reminder of that: I like to listen to talk radio while I drive. I feel like I can always learn something, and I like to make the most of my time. Blah..How “Type A” of me. Today, Tatum (now facing forward so she sees everything I do and can express every opinion with her passionate little voice) requested, “Jesus song?”

Not wanting to change my exciting talk show about something or’nother, I reluctantly switched to KLOVE. You would have thought I gave her a pink baba and a cheese stick! She was dancing and singing. The moment almost passed me by due to my ‘usualness’ of being in my little routiney rut.

Tatum and I sang to Jesus and worshiped together. After so long, the excitement overtook her eyes, and she was out.

Now, I could change the station back to my financial/health/news ( or whatever was on) show…or, I could continue enjoying the moment with Him. What do you think I chose?

Savor the moments. Time is ticking away faster than you can say Hickory Dickory Dock.

Thank you Tatum for teaching me this today.

Thank you for my email, dear sister.

Thank you for my life and my family Jesus.

The concept of HELP is being illustrated in Tatum’s life. She has continuously learned this term from her books, namely her The Little Engine that Could book. When we read this I stress that the red engine sadly STOPPED and needed HELP. Three choo-choos came by and would not HELP. Then, hooray! The blue choo-choo HELPED because it was so “nice.”

The idea of helping another was shown to her the other day at the park. We were in the middle of playing on the slide, tunnel, and climber, and POOF! This lovely girl named Olivia popped into our moment and offered to help Tatum up the climber. Tot hesitated, and after encouragement from me stressing Olivia wants to HELP you, she agreed.

Olivia even offered to have T slide down on her lap! They both had such fun playing together.  Olivia had to flee from our lives too quickly. Her grandmother stood nearby, and I had to approach her telling her how wonderful her daughter was to Tatum. It was a win-win. Olivia felt needed, and Tatum felt loved. And, it was not me!! She allowed to be helped and felt like that little red engine.

We spoke about Olivia all night about how nice she was to HELP. Feeling grateful, Tatum relished this feeling. I wanted her to camp on this feeling because being grateful for others helping uses a great lesson in how Jesus loves us. Olivia had no agenda; she just truly wanted to HELP. Soon, Tatum can model this HELP for others and pay it forward allowing others to be grateful.

Hands HELP and those hands then can HELP other Hands. A chain of love; giving, taking, giving, taking.