The Little Teacher

God can send us settle reminders, in the smallest of envelopes.

Britton was laying on our bed at 7:23 am this morning, just chatting away. I was quite groggy from having been up three times last night with Miss Kenley. Britton decided that mommy should get out of bed, since Daddy was already in the shower getting ready for work. So she repeatedly (but gently) nudged me and said “mommy, get out uf da bed, it’s time to wake up”. I then had a not-so-proud-moment. I snapped at her to ‘leave me alone, mommy is very tired’. Not one of my better mommy moments.

So how does Britton respond to this- her mommy snapping at her first thing in the morning? She reaches over to my nightstand, pulls off my thick bible, looks at me and says.. “Mommy, da bible says dat mommies should be nice”.

I had a mixed moment of such guilt mixed with great joy. Somewhere along the timeouts, blessings, little life lessons that I try my best to bestow on her- I must have done something right (so maybe it is the only thing, but its a start).

I think Britton showed me that God can speak to anyone that is willing to lesson- regardless of their age.

My Goal for Today…

A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoys knitting and sewing.

She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.

She senses the worth of her work, is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,reaches out to help the poor.

She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear. She makes her own clothing, and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected when he deliberates with the city fathers.

She designs gowns and sells them, brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.

Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise:
“Many women have done wonderful things, but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.

The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God. Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with praises!

Proverbs 31:10-31


Tonight Big-Daddy and I were sitting on the couch watching “america’s funniest videos” (daddy’s new favorite show). It was roughly 7:15 which is by far my favorite time of the day. All the girls are bathed, fed, and snugly tucked in their beds for the night.


Suddenly, we hear a thumping on Kenley’s wall. It sounded like she had a large object and was throwing it against her wall. I laugh, and Big-Daddy gets concerned thinking she may be stuck in the crib bars. The thumping gets even louder so I decide to check on her- just in case her little fat body is stuck.

As I walk into her nursery, I see her standing up in her crib. She is facing the wall, with her neck back getting ready to hit her noggin’ against the wall again. Yes, she was banging her head against the wall.

Big-Daddy reminded her that she was a Robinson and we don’t bang our heads against walls.

What’s funnier, was 20 minutes earlier we were amazed that she knew that a hairbrush was for her hair! She was demonstrating this for us. Thump! Thump!