Its been a crazy month followed by an insane week of moving. I’m loosing everything, down to one sippy cup, and my brain is not much better. Still, I have seen the Lord at work in so many ways, encouraging me and giving me a thankful heart. I feel like it wouldn’t be fair not to mention it. Wendy has been a big encouragement to me. Even though caring for her often interferes with my productivity, she makes me so excited to be alive and a mother.
Our Wendy is a pistol. A fire cracker. A spit fire. I find myself marveling that someone so small can be such a determined force of will.
Since moving into our new home, (it has a back door that goes out onto the back porch and has steps to the yard), she has been declaring “Out, Out Out!” “GO” and “Wok (walk)” and “Yea-ya, Yea-ya(Alaythia)!” Then she brings me her shoes, puts them in my hands and sits down on my feet so that I will put them on her and take her outside to play with Alaythia. When I do not comply with her wishes great screams and tantrums commence!
Yesterday, after cleaning our old apartment all day, we walked in through the back yard, but dragged Wendy straight inside, much to her dismay. I jumped in the shower with her to rinse off the cleaning solutions and dust before dinner and then wrapped her in her towel and sent her through the bathroom door to find Dada, who I had just spoken to about something else. When I got dressed and met Jonathan coming up from the basement, I asked him where Wendy was, but he hadn’t seen her. We had a short moment of panic and then found her with her thunder-thighs and glory rolls all naked to the neighborhood, happily eating rocks out of a planter on the back porch. (It turns out she doesn’t need my help to go “OUT” anymore.) She looked up at us and grinned, then turned to look out over the yard, showing us her back side, and threw up her arms to roar triumphantly at the sky.
As I grabbed her hand to lead her inside, I noticed she had left a pile of droppings on the deck and a puddle on the door jam. All I could think about was how much I liked her—even more because she had just pooped on the floor and cared not one bit about it! Thinking of her yelling out her victory kept me smiling all day. So splendidly alive, this girl of ours!
