Saturday, November 3, 2012

Doorposts, Facials, and Genetics - Day 3

Love God, your God, with your whole heart: love him with all that's in you, love him with all you've got!
Write these commandments that I've given you today on your hearts. Get them inside of you and then get them inside of your children. Talk about them wherever you are, sitting at home or walking in the street; talk about them from time time you get up in the morning to when you fall into bed at night. Tie them on your hands and foreheads as a reminder; inscribe them on the doorposts of your homes and on your city gates.
Deuteronomy 6:5-9, The Message

Last night my husband sent me for a facial. I am completely aware that just the fact that I was given an hour long facial on a Friday night after he had been up since 4:45 and the kids were hopped up on sugar is enough to bear an entire day's worth of gratitude. He's a good man. Let this be considered my praising him at the city gates.

Lying on a table with warmed blankets and soft music playing, I was relaxed, enjoying this bit of pampering. I could hear the esthetician talking to me about my skin....."exfoliation"...."oxygenation"..."young looking"...."no wrinkles".....and then I was jarred back to reality. "It must be genetic. I bet your mother has amazing skin."

She does. She has youthful skin and I am so glad that when my family line carries a host of other genetic nightmares, this is what I have been given.

But I think there is a piece of me, and I am sure I am not alone, that still bucks when compared to my parents. I have been blessed with parents that truly love me. But despite similarities, there are differences. And often I am quicker to point the areas of divergence before the areas of resemblance  I guess there is a part of me that is still a 16 year old teenager.

But beyond feeling grateful for a connection to my mom that is good and positive, it sparked in me thoughts of how I relate to my precious five year old. 

I get that girl. I sometimes know what she is going to do or say before she does or says it. And when to the world she looks irrational, I can figure out her train of thought and I know it makes sense. 


I don't want her to grow up thinking she is just an extension of me. I don't want her to think that she has to think like me or respond like me. I want her to have the freedom to be her own person without feeling pressure to be a certain way. I want her to grow up knowing in a real way the love of her Heavenly Father.

I am so grateful for the three gifts God has given me, packaged in blonde curls, blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks. And I pray I don't mess them up.

And so, today, I am full of thanks. Thanks for.....

011 - An hour long facial that is good for the skin and for the soul
012 - Good genetics and a mother who loves me
013 - A family to share meals with
014 - Giggles from a Sophie that make me smile, even if she's being a stinker
015 - My five year old who thinks the Trinity is just like the Wonder Pets (3 people using teamwork)

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