Her beautiful red ringlets bounced around so that you couldn’t tell which end was coming from the top her head. Little pink tutus that hung to her knees with stains dribbled down the front because we were not allowed to remove it long enough to be washed.
Silky brown hair with amazing green eyes and eyelash that touched her eyebrows and a sweet soft voice.
Pink tight, hair bows, ballet slippers, baby dolls, strollers, pretend iron with ironing board, hair glitter, make up for a little flawless face. Dress up clothes that could drape an entire mansion with plastic heels that made a clicking noise you will never forget…”mommy do I look pretty?”
These are a few memories from sweet little girls. If you have girls you are all to familiar with these things. With girls you never had a tube of lipstick with a smooth top or little slanted edge of perfection. Or a couch without little wipes of “pingernail polish” that no one knew anything about.
Oh how I loved my girls! They were so full of life and real live baby dolls to play dress up. On sunny days I would bath them and curl their hair, well except my little red head if you could catch her long enough it was only to brush her curls out of her eyes. I would place them in the yard with my flowers- more like buttercups- or put them in my rocking chair on the front porch and take pictures. Most days at the Powers house were play days. We would work puzzles and read books and color, play with play dough. Funny I can never remember nap times but I’m sure we took them or maybe that’s why I collapsed at night.
I love being a mom! I even remember the not -so-sweet times. Like day my sweet little soft spoken silky brown haired girl was running through the house -I’m sure chasing her sister -and fell face first smacking her little lip directly to the kitchen floor. Tears begin to stream and blood begin to pour and her lip begin to swell. I remember as if it was yesterday in the midst of all the craziness and panic I thought to myself ” If I had not been there would some else have picked her up and loved her and held her and kissed her little bloody lip just like I would have?” Probably not because I am her mom.
Do you remember that feeling of no one could take care of your kids like you could? Although, I’m sure there are some wonderful daycares, Nanny’s and grandparents out there that are pretty close.
I was so very blessed to be able to stay home with all three of my children. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world or a career. It was very important that we let our kids be kids.
But I often wonder did I teach them all the right things?
Wipe your mouth. Pull your dress down. Stand up straight. Wipe your nose and use your manners!!
Those were the easy ones….. girls learn so early to live like a princesses. Almost every girl wants to be a princess and live in that castle with Prince Charming. I think about all those dress up clothes and make up and just trying to look pretty. I mean what girl doesn’t want to look pretty or be noticed, right?!
Noticed! Noticed by who? The Prince? Or the King? I couldn’t teach them enough about how to get noticed by the King- not that I was pushing them to the prince either. I would have spent more time preparing my princess’ to be a daughters of the King. Don’t get me wrong I do feel like we did a lot of right too. We took them to church, read all the bible story and shielded them from most things of the world.
As I thought back to that day my sweet one busted her lip, God reminded me that there was someone even better than me who could take care of my babies and that was the one true King, King Jesus!
My daughters are amazing!
The air still fills up with all those smells of hairspray, finger nail polish and perfume. They still come running through the house wanting to know if they look pretty. The clicking noises from the plastic shoes changed a little bit to real heels and boots and yes I’m still correcting them and always will.
Sit up straight! Be nice! Study Gods word! Love on someone today! I do want that Prince Charming for both of my girls and I do want my son to be that Prince to some sweet princess one day. But one things for sure I don’t want them to bypass The King and In order to get to the prince you must KNOW the King.
1peter 3: 4 but the inner person of the heart, the lasting beauty of a gentle and tranquil spirit, which is precious in God’s sight.
Deuteronomy 10: 12 Now, Israel, what does the LORD your God require of you except to revere him, to obey all his commandments, to love him, to serve him with all your mind and being,