Posted by: angelnorman | August 6, 2007


I don’t understand how anyone can think of war as an answer. Tonight I watched some special on the bombs that were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. As I looked in horror at the images on my television screen, all I could think is that were that child-who was sick with atomic bomb disease- was that little crying boy my own sweet child, I don’t think I could feel very peaceful about the people who caused it. I don’t think I would want to love them and forgive them were it my child crying out for help because he was in so much pain. I would hate them. And maybe that makes me less than Christian, but then, what about warmongers? How could that love of murder be rewarded in heaven? I don’t know. War does not promote peace; it spreads hate. There is no good in it. That special made me want to vomit, and I’m sure that it’ll be a while before I forget the faces of those little Japanese children, so hurt and sad and scared, dying without parents there to care for them because their parents were decimated by the bomb… innocent children with their little souls in their little eyes, so much like my own son. His eyes are sparkly and big and I swear, I can see so much in them. They were just so very much like my sweet Nick.

Maybe I needed to see what I seen though because I had a rough day. Potty-training was not fun today. We had Nick’s friend Jenson over again today so that his mom could go to her OB appt (she’s due in a couple of weeks!) and Nick did horrible with taking potty-breaks. Even if I reminded him every 15 minutes, he’d squeeze a little out and then 5 minutes later, his undies would be soaked. It’s almost as if he gets in there, decided he’ll do just enough to get by since he can’t wait to get back to his toys, friends, and TV! So after he pooped in one pair of undies and peed in 5 other pairs, I was pretty much at my wits’ end with his pottying. I wanted so badly to just put him in a diaper and call it a day. I complained a lot. And I mean a lot. I spent like an hour just whining to Jen about how bad my day was. A friend of mine told me her kids, Cash and Hayden, (who I mentioned in a previous blog) had a few great days, some not so good days, then at random a good day, a bad day, and just on and off…. until one day it just clicked. So that’s what I’m hoping for. Clickage.

Anyways, I digress. My point is that today was rough and I complained a lot. But as God helped me see tonight, at least my child is healthy and happy and has plenty of time to master the toilet. I shouldn’t be so impatient with someone who I love so much. I should be thankful for the opportunities I DO have. Thank you, Father, for helping me see this.

And the next time I stress, I should also think about how I CAN handle this because God obviously thinks I’m qualified or He wouldn’t have blessed me with a son to potty-train in the first place, right? 🙂 It’s like I recently told my aunt when she said she thought I should have went to college– I don’t need a college education right now. I am getting the best training there is, straight from God, bringing up a little boy to be a good person. How lucky am I to have God as my Teacher? There’s no piece of paper that can top that!

Nick, watching Toy Story: “He’s sad.”
Michael: “Who is sad?”
Nick: “Bus.” (that’s Buzz Lightyear)
Michael: “Why is he sad?”
Nick: “Because he can’t fly.”
Michael: (after seeing the part where Buzz attempts to fly from the staircase and fails): “Oh I see.”
Nick: “Aw, sad.”

Me: “I hope this town has stuff in it.”
Mike: “Like what kind of stuff?”
Me: “Buildings and stuff.”
Mike: “Well what else would it have, Angel?”

….. I meant other than houses!


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