For years I was forever jealous of any of my online friends who were involved in a great church. We had been looking and looking, but to no avail. Finally, we found a church that is now our home! A church that loves and accepts both our daughter AND our son! They have a Special Needs program where all the teachers are the best! They love Ian completely no matter what…and that takes SO much stress off of me!
Last Sunday, after Church/Sunday School, my husband and I were talking to Ian’s teacher, Miss Wendy. She was letting us know what they had talked about during Sunday School and other things that had happened the class. Something caught my eye and I followed it…it was a red ball.
Now, this red ball is a big red ball that my kids just LOVE to hit, punch, or kick everywhere. I start to go into panic mode – we were in between two buildings in a playground area, but there were windows on both sides of the playground. Thankfully, all the other kids were either gone or inside, so no one else would get hurt from this giant red ball. I called to my kids to “roll” the ball. They knew the drill: sit down on the ground and roll the ball back and forth.
That worked … for all of two minutes!!! Then back to the punching this giant red ball. One near miss– and I do mean as near as near could be with out broken glass everywhere, and I was on them – again – to stop punching that Giant red ball. So, down they sat again, this time one on a little grass hill and the other at the bottom. Now obviously, in order for Ian to get this GIANT Red Ball up the hill, it took more than a “roll”, so it escalated really fast this time!!!
“Ian”, I spoke very seriously and rather loudly. “Give me that Huge Gigantic Red Ball…NOW!” The kids stopped. While Tori walked back over to dad, Ian got that look on his face that told me I was in for a run for my money!! You know that look: “Oh goodie…I finally have mom’s complete and total attention…now let’s play!”
Ian pulled back his arm with that Very Huge Gigantic Red Ball in it and aimed…right at me. I knew better than to ignore this all too real threat – but I was at church. What could I do? I couldn’t scream at him like a maniac – ok, well, I could have but we all know what good that does!!! So I did the next best thing: I turned my body sideways (less to hit) and gave him that “Don’t you even think about it” look that all mothers are born with. It didn’t work - the twinkle was still there in his eyes. I spoke more sternly, “Ian…stop this. Give me that Amazingly Huge, Very Gigantic Red Ball…right NOW!” Maybe next time I should really think through my verbiage, because as we all know, our Special Kids are nothing if they are not literal. Completely literal. So … bless his little heart – he gave it to me…boy, did he give it to me. With it whizzing towards my head, that ball was suddenly even more Amazingly Huge and more Very Gigantic than it had ever been before! (first published 02-08)
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How many times in my life have I seen an Amazingly Huge, Very Gigantic Red Ball whizzing towards me? How many times did I just want to run and hide? Sometimes when that Red Ball got closer, I realized that it was actually very small and I could deal with it no problem. But what about those other times. The times when it really was an Amazingly Huge, Very Gigantic Red Ball heading straight for my head. How did I respond? What did I say? Who did I turn to?
Lord, help me to always turn to You, no matter what size the Red Ball is that is whizzing my way. Show me how to respond like You would respond: with love and grace. Give me the heart that it takes to be the woman and the mom that You want me to be.
This is my wonderful kitty Daisy! She sits on my lap almost everytime I sit down to work on the computer.