A journey of a thousand miles begins with cranberry jello… 

I left home with the vandals 12 days ago.

My mission was to get our son from the airport, on break for Thanksgiving from military school. We would all be together on Lake Conroe.


My first gluten free Thanksgiving complete with cranberry jello, included: a visit from local authorities with aforementioned son, long conversations with family, my editor, my agent, a rejection notice, a new web design, notice of adoption pending for a vandal, a big bill from attorney for aforementioned vandal, boat rides, a near drowning, lots of coffee in my pajamas until noon, a dead deer on ice in the Buick, leftovers, hooch, NO sleep, a car accident, a nut allergy fiasco, a vandal diarrhea incident & a spilled gallon of milk in Target, and I am two hours from home…


I just checked into a hotel with the vandals.

Two hours is two too many hours to go. God bless the front desk clerk who assisted in the hosing of Sam’s car seat.  Jesus loves you, woman.


Vandals are bathed. But I still smell like poop. I am pretty sure it’s in my hair.

And the guy in the elevator, we will call him Einstein, who pointed out I, “have my hands full!” 

Bless.

Why do people say this?  Talk about stating the obvious.

As the elevator opened and both boys bolted down the long hall he snort/laughed.


And I can only figure he’s jealous.

My entire life is this fantastic all the time. Who would want to live any other way?  This is the stuff dreams are made of. These two traveling companions are exhausting, but they are CRAZY in love with me.

Life without them – without any of them – would be no life at all.  And I wish I had blogged back when it was cool.  My 13-year-old recently pointed out that blogging was so “2012.” But I love the record. And a seasoned author just told me that I should write like no one is reading… And I like that.  Because I parent like no one is watching, and then some numbskull on the elevator says… “You’ve got your hands full…”


And apparently I am being watched.

And they are being watched.

And they are fabulous.

But don’t tell them that.

The six humans I call my children bring a wealth of substance to my life.  I am not perfect, and they certainly aren’t, but thank God for that too.

 

 

Thank God for the journey to find Him in everything.

Thank God for the wonder of maturation –  Physically, mentally, and spiritually.  How boring would it be if we were spot on? If we had already arrived at the place, we assume everyone has already arrived?  

 

Maybe that is beginnings of my New Years resolution … Or revolution.  To bask in the wonder of growth, embracing the mess. Resting in the new season of being an old mom of young sons who make others envious of my fanciful hands full living.

And at the same time entering into a season of older kids, in which case I am young mom, where I boldly believe they will serve The God of Isreal with creative compassion. Believing they will do so without pride or presumption. And! I will believe in them even when others do not.

Even when maybe they haven’t earned the right to be believed in.


They can count on me to take the risk that they are growing in wisdom… As HE who lives in me believes I am.

The wonder of mom life – Much like the uninhibited wonder of toddlers in a hotel.

Unknown elevator buttons to push that set off loud alarms!  Hotel security chasing you naked through the parking lot while strangers hose poop out of your car seat!  The hotel manager stopping by your room, for the third time, to see if you really need medical assistance or if someone just accidentally dialed that number, again.  And of course, a resounding “yes!” when you ask, “Mommy can we eat cheese naked in the cold sheets?”

This is how I want to live.
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Two hours from home, no clean towels, with naked toddlers eating American cheese slices in my bed on the cold sheets, watching Elmo… Fully aware I am loved by the Creator of all things weird, drinking wine from a Styrofoam Marriott cup, blogging.

Be jealous.

I have yet to arrive.

“My soul waits in silence for God alone; my hope comes from HIM.” Psalm 62:5

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami

Thanksgiving 2012 (1)

About jamiamerine

I am a wife, mom, & seeker of joy! I love to share funny and inspirational tales with my fellow moms. I fully believe that God intended laughter to be a form of rest and worship. I have a few kids. I have a few years on me. I have a great husband. And I love to laugh. I studied home economics in college, I can cook just about anything, but do not ask me to sew. In my graduate work I studied education and human development, I consider my life continuing education, my children are my ongoing thesis. If they survive that, I will let you know! I write non-fiction for laughter, respite, and inspiration. I also am in the process of submitting my first fiction mystery and have two more in the works! Mom life is hard work. My prayer for my readers is that, even if it you just have five minutes, you can be inspired and encouraged today. Keep it short and sweet... rest in Jesus girlfriend.
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18 Responses to A journey of a thousand miles begins with cranberry jello… 

  1. mckelvie12 says:

    I’m not jealous but miss you already.

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  2. Teresa says:

    Whew, I don’t know how you do it….I am sympatheticly tired just reading about it! Thank you for what you are doing and especially for sharing in such an unfiltered and hilarious, loving way. Add me to the list of those crazy in love with you💕

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  3. debbyshehane says:

    “The wonder of mom life- much like the uninhibited wonder of toddlers in a hotel.” What a great insight. Thank you.

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  4. sasha says:

    Ten thousand thank yous for being you and living life with the vandals so transparently! What comfort you share to those of us who are passing along God’s grace is the middle of a messy, painful, poop-filled, crazy, exciting, amazing life.

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  5. I really could not love you ANY MORE! ❤

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  6. Dick says:

    Hi again, Jami,
    My late mother many years ago had a reply/observation for posts like this (precious and hilarious one) … “Why girls leave home; Act 3 Scene 4”

    Could this mean you’re not the first to have such interesting, exhausting and irreplaceable moments?

    PS Nothing like having kids come home for the holidays!

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  7. Pat says:

    My favorite expression- If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart.

    My floors are sticky. Thanks, Jami.

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  8. Edith says:

    I traveled once from Tulsa to LaCrosse with just me and 4kids, in 2-year increments from 6 1/2 down……I could have used this blog that time! God bless you, Jami!

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  9. Katie says:

    Love this! With my first vandal, a lovely cross between Tigger and Stitch, I didn’t realize the, um, “curiosity” and “energy level” shall we say? was not typical until, on her third post-placement visit, our social worker remarked, “You can’t take your eyes off her, can you?” My thought process at that moment…this observation is coming from a mother, and grandmother…who does this for a living…I just might be in trouble!

    But you nailed it; they are fabulous! They have enriched my life immeasurably, and I cannot imagine my life without them in it. Thank you for sharing your stressful moments in ways that bring smiles to others. More importantly, it just might help someone see that life with kids is messy and exhausting, sometimes frustrating and humbling, and above all absolutely fabulous!

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