Mom Through Children's Eyes

Joseph, 9 -- Hannah, 11

The kids were asked these series of questions about their mother. Their responses are differentiated below by the first letter of their first name.

1. What is something mom always says to you?

J: clean up your room

H: clean your room

2. What makes mom happy?

J: When I respect her & do things the way she wants me to do them

H: When we do what’s right.

3. What makes mom sad?

J: When people disrespect her, including me

H: When we do what’s wrong.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?

J: By saying funny stuff!

H: By tickling us, and making sarcastic jokes.

5. What was your mom like as a child?

J: (long pause, lots of thinking) I don’t know

H: (long silence) She used to play basketball and was aggressive. She stood up for what she thought was right, and liked animals.

6. How old is your mom?

J: 41?

H: 42?

7. How tall is your mom?

J: OH! Don’t know!

H: 5’ like 10” maybe?

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

J: To tickle me in the ‘pit-ties’ (translation: arm pits)

H: Study God’s Word

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?

J: Drinks coffee and reads her Bible

H: (lots of laughing) She works on her Bible study, and she cleans house.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

J: Playing her guitar

H: Winning the Nobel Prize

11. What is your mom really good at?

J: Singing

H: Teaching us.

12. What is your mom not very good at?

J: Making people NOT laugh

H: Keeping her temper.

13. What does your mom do for her job?

J: Do you even HAVE a job?

H: Taking care of me

14. What is your mom's favorite food?

J: lasagna with zucchini

H: Fried chicken

15. What makes you proud of your mom?

J: When she gets a compliment on doing something

H: The way she loves us and is able to be a good witness.

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

J: Porky Pig

H: Bugs Bunny

17. What do you and your mom do together?

J: We play

H: We like to talk to each other, play, and she sings lullabies to me.

18. How are you and your mom the same?

J: We both are good at reading.

H: We both like to read and look a lot alike.

19. How are you and your mom different?

J: (laughing) She has brown hair, and I have blonde hair

H: We have different personalities. I’m a drama queen, and sometimes I cry over stuff that doesn’t even matter. My mom is just the opposite, and laughs at everything. She doesn’t care what other people think about her.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?

J: She shows it.

H: I know she loves me because she’s always there for me, and never misses anything. She does everything she can for me, and sacrifices for me. She tells me and I believe her.

21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

J: Ooo . . . I don’t know.

H: Church

Do you think your kids know you? (Ha) This is a humbling little exercise, but a lot of fun and good for a few laughs.

This was initially posted on my Facebook page, but since some of my family members are not on there I am reproducing here on the blog, too.

"Some say the world will end in fire, some say with ice."

Recently, a friend of mine invited the kids and I to attend an ice-skating/birthday party she was hosting for her eldest child to be held at Ellenberger Park here in Indianapolis (head east on St. Clair street from Emerson Avenue if you want to check it out for yourself). Now, since I have managed to maintain a perfect record of never having broken a solitary bone in my body to date - and because I wanted to keep it that way - I refrained from donning a pair of ice skates myself and venturing out onto the rink of death, er . . .um, I mean, the ice. But, my children were undeterred by my recurring insistence that 'somebody's going to break an arm tonight,' and struggled on a pair of skates.

As only my son could have done, he managed to show up to the rink with one ankle sock on under his shoes, and entirely sockless on the other foot. (Grrr!) So, I had to take off my nice, warm, long socks and hand them over so he could skate. (Joseph - thanks ever so much! I love February at the ice rink minus socks. I owe you one, buddy! ha ha!)

They clopped along the big rubber mats and shakily navigated their way onto the ice. Both were afraid and I wasn't sure they were going to attempt it, but eventually, gloved-clad hands pressed against the plexiglass walls, both eased their way around the rink. As the night wore on, they both made their way out onto the ice and didn't do too bad skating. The videos are snippets of their first experience on the ice. Enjoy!