So I get up this morning and rush around to get my kiddos off to school. In between lunch boxes and clean matching socks I pick up the toys off the bathroom floor and clear off the counter. I try to smile and greet the FIL nicely as he arrives. See he is headed off to his High School Reunion in Iowa and hubby is taking him to the airport. Admittedly I have been a bit pissed that his wife couldn't drive him, no we don't really know why. Hubby had a half comp day owed him from traveling on a Sunday, so he took the morning off to help out his dad. Did I mention this means his big ass truck is in our driveway for the next week? No? Well that just added to my grumpiness about the whole situation.
Anyway, so I leave to drive Brooke to school, then I run by to check on a neighbor's pets while they are on a cruise. Basically padding my time away from the house so I can make sure they are gone for the shuffling of cars that we will be doing for a bit. Having avoided too much early morning contact with the FIL-usually I require a few drinks to get my inlaw tolerance up, and seeing as it's before 9:00am that might be frowned upon in the school drop off lane- I planted myself on the couch and turned on the tube.
And there he was. Steven Curtis Chapman, on some morning show or another. My sister, my father and my neice were all gifted by me through itunes his song When Love Takes You In. See me and my neice are adopted so the song is especially appropriate for our family. But his song that totally puts me in sobbing tears? Is this one.
I wrote What makes you cry? back at the beginning of my blogging and this song was at the top of my list. Because dear gracious do kids grow up quick. After the release of that song, early this summer his 5 year old daughter Maria was killed in a horrible accident. Wow, that growing up fast? A BLESSING! So as I listened to Steven Curtis Chapman and his son sing Cinderella and talk about how his son would be singing it next month in his oldest daughter's wedding while he danced with her I was reminded once again to slow down and give thanks to God for all the good in my life. Really, we are so very blessed. Time to stop bitching and start appreciating.
Sometimes things just happen for a reason. Literally 2 seconds before I clicked on your comment to my blog, my husband had emailed me an apology note to forward to our 11 year old because he yelled at her this morning and he's off to a business trip.
That is a beautiful song and I'm going to forward it to him. Also, have you ever heard Trace Adkins' "You're Gonna Miss This"? also Billy Ray Cyrus "Ready Set Don't Go." Both make me weep like a baby.
Thanks for the reminder :)
Sue Wilkey said...
September 10, 2008 at 9:46 AM
Sue- I cry over both those songs too. It all just goes by so fast doesn't it?
Karen said...
September 10, 2008 at 9:50 AM
And I just noticed: My daughter's name is Brienne!
Sue Wilkey said...
September 10, 2008 at 9:56 AM
Karen, This song is beautiful. I have a post coming up similar to yours with a different song that brings me to tears.
Yes, we all need to be more appreciative now and again. Bitching does feel good too though. I think there is room for both in life.
The Chapman family's story amazing and them losing Maria is such a shame. Life is very precious.
Busy Bee Suz said...
September 10, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Suz- I'm with ya. If I didn't have anything to bitch about how would I know what to appreciate? Right?!
Karen said...
September 10, 2008 at 12:16 PM
OMGosh, I can't click play on that. I can't take anymore tears today! It's true though... it's sort of like the post I posted at Mommy Matter last week (or so)... I keep pushing my kids to make it through every little step instead of sitting back and enjoying them RIGHT NOW.
Darnit... now I'm getting weepy eyed.
Unknown said...
September 10, 2008 at 1:20 PM
good thoughts and that explains the big truck in your drive way lol
Scott-N-Heather said...
September 10, 2008 at 4:50 PM
That was such a sad story--you're right, a little perspective can go a long way sometimes.
Jenn @ Juggling Life said...
September 10, 2008 at 9:07 PM
This is a beautiful song.... my youngest daughter was only a few months old when my now ex-husband left me with 5 children. She's such a wonderful girl--8 years old today--and last spring had her first father/daughter dance. He went, begrudgingly, and didn't even dance with her or bring flowers. How sad. She longs for the cinderella dream...in a father.
After 7 long years I've met a great man who is an awesome dad to his sons. My daughter hugs him all the time and I know she's thinking...this is what a Dad should be. Too bad...my ex is missing out on the princess that dreams are made of.
Great song and great post.
t said...
September 28, 2008 at 12:48 PM