Reformed Grits


What must the neighbors think?
December 31, 2007, 11:24 pm
Filed under: Family

Some folks on our street were shooting off some fireworks tonight around 7:30 so Sugie and Poo went out to watch.  A while later, my phone rings and it’s my neighbor who has one sweet little girl almost 4.

"I just thought you’d like to know that Sugie and Poo are at our house playing." 

Yeah.  Didn’t know that. 

I’m thankful they are a sweet Christian family and acquaintances of ours, but I swanee those kids would go home with anyone. 

Not to mention they looked like the white-trash hillbilly kids that live by the crik.  Sugie’s "I love Daddy" shirt was too small and showed tummy and didn’t match the pants she had on with her church shoes.  I’m glad she put on a jacket.  Poo had on a short sleeved t-shirt and no jacket. 

I came over to get them and JD came with me as well as Bee, who was still wearing her PJ’s from the night before.  Same PJ’s she is now sleeping in again tonight. 

We are looking to conserve water here at the Grits house, as well as protect the environment from pollution from soaps and detergents.

Standing by the street as I sought to scold Sugie, who had fled back home and was hanging out of the open second story window in her room watching fireworks, I finally got to meet our caddy-corner neighbors.  Oh?  We have lived in our house 2 years this week.  And I’ve never met them.  Just trying to be salt and light, you know. 

Did I mention I was wearing an apron?   The newly-met neighbor asked if I had been cooking.  Er, well, I made bread this morning…   But we had ice cream for dinner. 

Nothing but the best for those white-trash Grits’s.    

What is so bad, is that as I dragged my kids out of that nice, pristine home, I had to literally have them clean up behind themselves… because I could see where they had been.  Her house was spotless.  With a 4 year old.  After Christmas. 

I came back home with my dirty baby (who I think had poop) on my hip while wearing my dirty apron and with my head hung low from meeting my neighbors, to my poorly dressed-for-the-weather (or certainly any social event where one might encounter people) and wondered how we became the Clampetts.  I was so embarrassed but I can’t seem to do better. 

For all that, though, the grandparents of the house my kids invaded told me how polite and sweet they had been.   And if your children are going to be breaking and entering the houses of others, you really do want them to be polite if they can’t be well-dressed. 

   

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Dressing up and having a spotless house is “easy” BUT raising kids that are as polite and grateful as yours….difficult…but you and Mr. Grits have seemed to master that one. THIS is what you can be thankful for!!

“Man looks at the outward appearance…but the Lord looks at the heart!”

My mom told me just this week that you can have a clean house or raise kids right…you can’t have both.

Comment by caroline

Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s easy to get caught up on how we dress or look, but the most important thing is that they see Jesus in you and Mr. Grits everyday. They know what the most important thing is! It’s easy to wish we had more money so our kids could be dressed to the nines all the time, but is that really what we want them to learn? No way. I’ll take polite, respectful, Jesus-loving kids over name brand kid any day!

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.

Comment by Kristi

I am so jealous! Just know that there are those of us out there who have such great respect for moms like you. The Lord chose not to bless this house with kids until I was almost 30. So, unless I have them pretty quickly or continue into my 40’s (both of which are unlikely for me), I will never have the joy of such a houseful as yours :). Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing!

Comment by Sarah

I am so jealous! Just know that there are those of us out there who have such great respect for moms like you. The Lord chose not to bless this house with kids until I was almost 30. So, unless I have them pretty quickly or continue into my 40’s (both of which are unlikely for me), I will never have the joy of such a houseful as yours :). Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing!

Comment by Sarah

I’d rather have polite and happy children and a messy house any day.

And mess doesn’t mean dirty, just cluttered.

You’re a real mom. 🙂

Comment by Sue




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