mindful monday

warning! deep thoughts and ramblings from a sleep deprived mom
it's long and it's all over the place (kinda like moi!)

i though about mary a few days ago while reading the christmas story (tis the season ya's know) and i read it in a different translation, to you know keep it new...anyways...

i found this

after the shepherds came to see the baby jesus they all went on about how he's the savior of the world and how the angel came to them and told them about the baby and all that good stuff. hey! it makes a GREAT story

then it says

All who heard the shepherds’ story were astonished, but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often

then later on in the next chapter, after jesus went about doing his father's buizness and was lost for 3 days. hello. imagine that i lost nate for 3 days. what a mess i would be. anyways. they find him and bring him home to safety...

then it says jesus went back to nazareth with them and was obedient to them ( can i get an AMEN here!) then it says "his mother stored all this in her heart and treasured them" then it goes on to say that jesus grew in stature, wisdom and was loved by all those who knew him

so. what exactly was miss mary storing in her heart?

my mind flashed back to the passion movie. the 1 and only scene that caused instant tears, horror and smucked me in the faceness...the scene where it shows mary watching her baby carry the cross and get humiliated, hit, kicked and spat on and later so much more worse

when i saw that scene, i was not a mom but it burned my inside out. how could a mother watch that happen to her son?!

i mean, i get upset when nate gets pushed on the slide. i was hurt when i saw nate get teased to tears. i am a mom. how could i NOT care?

so what was mary holding in her heart? she knew jesus was going to die. she also knew her son was literally (i mean we all like to think that our kids will too!) change the world. she knew her son was the most (besides my own son. haha) brightest, smartest, delightful, water walking, cancer kicker, healing machine. ever

was that what she stored in her heart? the good things? or was she prepping herself for his death. mercy me. imagine? i can't

so what do you think she was holding so deep in her heart?

there ya go. deep (or not so much) thoughts by mel, at 4 am!

oh and this one

question. what would YOU do if this happened to you

*warning true story*

you are a stay at home mom and you finally get that NEW kitchen table. for us sahm's this only happens once. limited income means limited means :) anyways. 7 yr old daughter is doodling away on a paper, lifts said paper up and you hear (or something like this)

oh no mom. i am sorry
you clench and look in a calm but very alert manner
and see
the table has been marked on...daughter pressed a wee bit to hard on her paper and actually engraved your brand, new, much longed for table
it's permanent

how would you react?

honestly?

would it change your reaction when you saw what your daughter penned on the new table?

stay with me now

your daughter carved

"i love mommy, i love daddy, i love nanny, i love poppy"

this happened to my friend. i was engrossed on her tale as she told it. my first response was NO NOT THE TABLE (i knew how long it took to get it, how many hours were spent shopping/looking for the perfect table and the $$$$ that was saved, items sold on kijij to save more money to finally pay in cash for this wonderful table)

i said i would be mad! i would punish nate for destroying property

then she said what was carved on the table and i giggled. i would still punish nate but honestly, it leaves a permanent reminder that our kids were there. one day WAY too soon they will be gone but she does have the written reminder to make her smile. maybe not today. but one day she will smile (i think she should make a frame to go around it and include it as decor:)

haha

then i told them that at least they don't have a glassed family picture engraved with "dame" in stead of damn as a reminder of their son (who can't spell) oh yeah, my parents also have a damaged holed punched table by their son. haha

man. i need sleep i hope i can sleep tonight!

Posted by mel at 1:04 PM