Allowance Cop

It is PAINFUL writing this check for my traffic violation. But, that's the point, it's a fine for my disobedience~a civil penalty. And, it's hitting me where it hurts...my spending money. Ouch.

The lesson is learned. I am being very careful now. No more rolling through stop signs. I am making sure  I can legally turn on the red and when I see a police officer I point to my seatbelt and give him the thumbs up! I am Mrs. Barney Fife. "The LAW is the LAW!" :)

This is much more effective than if the police officer just gave me a "time-out". "Ma'am, please pull over to the curb and think about what you have done." Like  having to stand in a corner with a dunce hat on. Maybe they could put a bright orange traffic cone atop the car to add to the punishment by public humiliation...people slowly driving by to see who the poor soul was. (another reason to tint the windows: Black car, black windows = shady behavior)

But, no..I get enough thinking time while the officer is in the car behind me writing the ticket. How much is it going to be? Will he decide to give me a break? Wonder how his marriage is..did he just have a fight with his wife?..oh, I'm road kill.... And after the fact, they always tell me to have a nice day. And, I always say thank-you, which makes for a very civilized spanking.

Never wanting a lesson to be lost, it occurs to me that this type lesson may be valuable with an allowance. If Aidan knew he could get $5.00 a week, but ends up with 96 cents due to incurring fines for jobs not done...hmm I think I'm on to something.

Isn't it great how one generation can pass on valuable life lessons to the next? Just call me the Allowance Cop.....and have a nice day.

Another Nest.

I have another little bird, but he lives in another nest. He was a gift from one mother's heart to the other. The one act, healing an emptiness in each. A plan so lovingly designed by the Lord that I stand back in awe, or fall on my knees in worship. Beauty for ashes. Out of chaos, a purpose.

I send this little one  heart whispers. I picture them traveling through the night sky, slipping through his window, spreading across his little chest and dropping into his heart. A love beat. Things I want him to know.  I whisper that I love him. Life whispers, so I listen closely just in case he whispers back.

Baby bird.

When I ask Aidan for a kiss, he tilts his head back and opens his mouth..wide. Just like a baby bird waiting for his mama to fill it with tasty worms. I kiss him somewhere between his nose and upper lip. Aidan has Polymicrogyria. It's rarely heard of..because it's rare.

Aidan often reminds me of a little bird. With the way he gives little birdie kisses and shakes his tail feather. He's a rare bird so it makes him different and special. When I feel other children are being unkind or cruel to him....talk about a game of Angry Bird, that's me. Little piggies better watch out for this Grandma bird. It makes me want to pull him into the shelter of my wing. I want to build Aidan a fluffy nest, surrounded by barbwire. But, for how long? Who is going to push him out of this nest? Not me. But, I don't have to because that is Mama birds job. Thank-God. And, she will prepare him and know when the time is right. And scripture says: "Do not worry, look at the birds of the air. They do not sow or reap or store away in barns...your heavenly father feeds them." Surely God has a plan for this baby bird.

Two of my favorite sounds in the early morning are the birds chirping it up with each outside my bedroom window and Aidan's little pitter-patter of this feet walking down the hall to knock on my door, climb in my bed and give me little birdie kisses. It's tweet to my heart.

Quietly blogging...

Why do people blog? I know why people READ blogs. It's a peek into someones life. It's all the inside information..spilling out onto paper..or a computer screen. What is inside peoples hearts and minds? Read a few blogs and soon, you may feel like you actually know the person. I check into see what they are cooking up in the kitchen, what new products they have discovered or what is going on in their family/personal lives. Those are my favorite bloggers~ the truth tellers.

Sometimes it feels like stumbling across someones diary. Should I really be reading this? It's so personal. Did you just mean to bare your soul like that? ~Thank-you.

I thought that if I ever came up with a name I liked for a blog, I would start one. This morning the phrase "Quietly Blogging" jumped into my head. I liked it. Uh, Oh. ~So here I am, quietly blogging. To myself, and anyone else that may like to peek into my diary. Let's have some fun:) ..and shhhh..this is a quiet blog.