Post #2 for today...

Here's a story I wrote not long after the kids got home. Thought I'd share it with those of you who havn't read it yet.


Everything I need to know about being a Mom a learned from Sams Club.

So I had my first trip to Sam's Club as a Mom a few days ago. I was quite excited as Bob is a manager there and I'd get to see some of his co-workers and chit chat. I left the kiddos with my mother-in-law and headed into the Club with a light heart and lots of excitement. Bobby walkedwith me for a while and we talked as I loaded 500 pounds of meat into the cart. He then went back to work and I proceeded to shove the rest of the food into my cart. Quite a while later, as I was getting ready to go to the check out stands, Bob walks up and helps me with the cart (which now weighed about three tons.) We checked out and I got ready to take our food home!!! Now, before I go any further, I should note that our Sam's Club is under construction right now for a remodel. So that means the parking lot is a terrible mess. Okay, so I begin to walk out of the club and forget that there is a bit of a bump...I try to take it at an angle and 900 pounds of cart goes flying to the side and runs straight into a fence. (I should also tell you that there is only enough room for one person to get through at a time, so there are several people behind me waiting.) So I straighten out and make my way up a hill to my car. Twenty sore muscles and a sunburn later, I make it to thecar, my little Dodge Stratus that we bought two months before we found out about the kids and the reason we can't buy a van yet, open the trunk, and see the stroller amongst several other kiddy things taking up lots of room. I then peek into the backseat and am reminded that there are three car seats there. So with a lot of maneuvering that I learned from being a carry out as a teenager, I was able to fit my load of groceries into the car. I turn the car on, press the gas, and I swear I heard the car cry. So I had a pep talk with the car and was on my way. Once home, I realize that it is all up to me to get the food from the car to the house with out any bags or boxes. "Okay, I can do this." My mantra becomes, "I think I can I think I can I think I can." By some miracle, I get the food into the house pretty quickly. I walk over to the fridge, that by the way is used to holding a gallon of milk, a bottle of ketchup, and a carton of eggs, and begin to fill it. Now, after awhile, I can see the fridge figuring out what is going on. "Where is all that food going?" It asks me. Carefully I try to explain that it is the fridge and that's where food goes. "You want me to do what?! I can't hold all of that! I know your organization skills. You're gonna kill me!" I try to calm it down and resume filling it. After about an hour, even the dog, my most trusted friend, is laughing at me. So here's the point. There are so many things that we need to know about being a Mom. We need to know patience (my trip took about 3 hours total.) We need to have strength (I'm still sore.) But I think the biggest thing that we need as moms is encouragement and help. If I had let someone help me carry out the food, things may have been easier. If I had asked someone to go with me, I would have had help. I'm beginning to learn that there is no Supermom. I can't do everything and be everywhere. There's an old saying that says "It takes a villiage to raise achild." And it's true. It's okay to ask for help, it's okay to not have all the answers, there's someone out there to lift us up, love us, and encourage us. As long as we stand on Him and His promises, there's nowhere we can't go and nothing we can't do for our children