Mother Bear or Mother Hen?

Last week I stared down a man at a restaurant, who unwisely chose to stare at my special-needs son.  Okay, so maybe said son was pacing during dinner.  And maybe said man was just watching the show.  However, some instinct deep within put me into fight-or-flight mode.  I stared at him until I caught his eye and he looked away.  Another of my kids said, “Way to go, Mom!”  Mission accomplished.

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An hour ago, my husband and I returned from a day trip to pick up our firstborn from college.  He’s done with his freshman year.  I can hardly believe it.  On the drive home, my husband asked how different emotions seemed from 9 months ago, when we dropped him off early for soccer camp.  My firstborn said, “Shouldn’t you be asking Mom that question?”

I was quick to point out that I may have been sad, but at least I wasn’t chicken!

Speaking of chickens, my chicks are finally all back in the nest.  My heart is full.

Overheard…

Last night, my husband was quizzing the girls on their Bible knowledge (which they asked him to do, for the record). Here are some highlights:

1. Who was Jesus’ mother?

Moses

2. What was Abraham’s son’s name?

Lincoln

3. Who was the guy who led the people out of Egypt?

Massachusetts

4. Who was Jesus’ cousin?

Pete

Pierre

5. Was Paul a Christian or a Jew?

Well, he left the Jew when he became a Christian

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This morning, #6 took Communion for the first time. On the way home from church, I asked her what she thought of it. She said, “It was great! I felt like a woman!”

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#4 (the walking party) is outside on the trampoline with a half dozen of his friends. Someone just said, “I didn’t know fish had nipples.”