Saturday, February 2, 2019

Flowers and Cheesy Egg Burritos

Do you ever have those days when you want someone to genuinely ask you how you are? In the real, let's grab-a-cup-of-coffee-and-talk kind of way. I live for those moments. Not too long after having our son (baby #2), a woman from church asked me how I was and I broke down in tears. I couldn't bring myself to say fine or great with a fake smile plastered on my face. I think I was able to break down because I knew she was being real. She really cared about how I was. She wasn't just being polite. This was one of the most impactful moments of life. It's the moment I want to be on the other end of for the people in my life. 
The other day I was feeling very much like if someone asked me how I was, regardless of whether they really wanted to know or not, I would break down and ugly cry. Every single class seemed 3 hours long. It's hard to keep to myself when it's my job to teach teenagers all day. Once that final bell rang, I tried my best not to make eye contact with anyone. I just wanted to be home. 

I fully planned to let all my tears out once I was in the safety of my home. I knew I'd have to answer my daughter's questions about why I was sad, which I didn't really know the answers to, but I didn't feel like I had a choice. I had been keeping Niagara Falls contained behind my eyelids for eyes were weak and tired. 

My daughter ran to the door yelling, "mommy is home! mommy is home!" I felt a tad better but those tears were still coming. But then she pulled me into the dining room to show me the flowers her and her brother had picked for me. I immediately forgot about my tears. While I was counting down the minutes until I could cry, my daughter was counting down the minutes until she could see me and show me the flowers she picked. They were those sour flowers. You know the ones? They grow wild, which probably means they're weeds and are sour if you suck on the stems. 
This moment got even better when my daughter asked to make cheesy eggs and then actually ate them. She has become quite the picky eater and I worry about it. I have struggled with body image and food issues for as long as I can remember and I don't want any part of that for my kiddos. I try to find healthy ways to get protein in them and for months before this moment, she wouldn't even look at an egg. It's so funny to me how kids change their minds. One moment she'll only eat chicken nuggets and ketchup and the next she's asking for this food she's detested for almost half of her life. 
It might seem small, my daughter eating eggs, and in burrito form, but I see God in these moments. He knew I needed something to feel like I was doing something right. And my daughter asking to make eggs made me feel like a rockstar mom. We sat around those yellow wildflowers/weeds and ate cheesy egg burritos. 
Life really is about the little things. Like a little person picking us flowers or someone genuinely asking us how we are. So, how are you


  1. Hope the rest of the day felt better. It sounds like you came home to a lot of love!

  2. I am so blessed to ALWAYS come home to a lot of love. Thank you :)