Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Modest Girls are the Hottest Girls

I consider myself a very lucky young woman when I look around and see all of the other strong and godly women that I have in my life. Not only am I blessed with a wonderful mom and mother-in-law, but I have so many examples through friends (who might as well be family) of what it means to be "clothed with strength and dignity." And this weekend, before bad news was discovered and tears were shed, I was able to gather with so many of these women and with my oldest daughter to celebrate Mother's Day.

We attended a Mother-Daughter Tea at our church on Saturday, complete with floppy hats and real china. It was a starry-eyed, pretend playing, dream come true for any young girl in attendance. And the theme of this year's tea: Modesty.

To accompany the theme there was to be a fashion show, and Evelyn was asked weeks before to be a part of it. All I heard about from that time on was how "fashion-y" Evie was going to be. We practiced walking slowly and smiling, and Evelyn would bust into a room at any given moment with an, "Introducing, Evie!!" (To which her father or I would have to explain to a nonexistent audience what our lovely daughter was wearing. Even if that was just a diaper and party beads.)

We even came to the church the night before to practice on the runway so that Evelyn would know just what to do when it was time for the big event.

If any ladies didn't have a hat of their own there was a lovely display for them to choose from!

Unfortunately, Evelyn had chosen a few days before to start an ornery streak of defiance. As in, she was a champion button-pusher and boundary tester. I had decided to leave Grace at home for this event, because I knew she would be into everything. What I didn't count on was my normally great-in-public oldest to be bouncing off the walls.

And I mean...ugh...she was in true form. Running away, throwing forks, swiping her grandma's glasses, picking flowers, screaming. You name it, she did it. Yes, I know my child is nearly three. I know these things are typical of a little kid. But Evie did it all with a smirk on her face. She would stop, apologize, promise not to do it again...and then do it again, laughing her tiny hiney off. The kicker was when we had a quiet opening prayer, and my dainty darling daughter chose the exact moment before "Amen" to belch as loudly as she possibly could. Nice.

When it was time for the fashion show, I was so over her behavior. After weeks of practice, I had to coax her down the runway (let's just say Toddlers and Tiaras is not in our future) and then we called daddy to come and pick her up. I later learned that as they were driving away Evelyn put on the performance of a lifetime. While Eric was trying his best not to laugh from the front seat, Evie was cranking out the tears behind him and lamenting, "Oh daddy, I was so so naughty." Nothing like trying to gain a little sympathy vote in her favor. She's good. 

I was finally able to enjoy the last few moments of adult company. Hallelujah. :) 

There was so much yummy food. Sooo much. I'm really craving a cucumber sandwich and one of those cheesy crusty bread things in the foreground there.

Some of the ladies. I spy my sister smiling for the camera. :)

It was great to have a little bit of time with my own mom and sister without having to chase a hooligan around. :) I wish I had better pictures of everything, because mine do NOT do this beautiful event justice. There were gorgeous displays surrounding the seating area and beautiful table settings everywhere you looked. So much planning and time and hard work went into this afternoon, and I would personally like to thank everyone who was involved with putting it together. Despite my wild child, I had a really good time!

The next morning I felt pampered and loved by my family as I awoke to the girls being taken care of and Eric preparing breakfast before church. I got the familiar, "Wait, you can't come out yet!" as my husband put the last minute touches on the gift he had picked out for me, which included this:

Ah, the book I've been wanting since the day it came out a month ago. Eric did good. :) After the other events of this weekend which I shared yesterday, "Bloom" has been extremely therapeutic for me. It couldn't have come at a better time.

I had dreams of eventually passing on this lovely memoir someday to someone who might need a little pick-me-up. That is until Gracie unceremoniously ripped a page out then later gave herself the biggest gushiest paper cut I've ever seen and left bloody streaks all over the inside (and a bit on the cover.) I'm guessing no one is going to want this particular copy once I'm through with it. :)

We shared meals with both Eric's family and mine, and in between when I could feel the ominous beginning of a sinus infection setting in, Eric let me go into our room, shut the door, and take a NAP - a rarity with my little girls running around the house, let me tell ya.

Although there was sadness in our weekend, although I wasn't feeling well, and even despite having a rebellious child at the moment, I have so much to be thankful for. I am thankful for my babies, for a loving husband, and a mom that I can call whenever I need and who still treats me to the occasional day of being one of the kids again. I am thankful for all moms everywhere, who while imperfect, are trying their best to carry what somedays feels like the entire world on their shoulders. 

This passage has been playing in my head all weekend, and since I'm having a kumbayah kind of moment right now, I thought I would leave you with this encouragement. At no other time in my life have these words been more appropriate for me, as I have tried to balance the blessings of my life with the grief that sometimes penetrates it. You may know it from the crooning of The Byrds, but the Lord said it first. :)

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Everything Has Its Time

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
    And a time to die;
A time to plant,
    And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
    And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
    And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
    And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
    And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
    And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
    And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
    And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
    And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
    And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
    And a time to speak;
A time to love,
    And a time to hate;
A time of war,
    And a time of peace.



Ashley Mitchell said...

What a cute little tea party!

Meagan said...

I'm a little jealous of your mothers day gift!


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