Lesson Learned From My Thumb Sucker


All of my kids suck on their fingers and have unique ways of doing so: Abbie switches thumbs; always has… still does. Quinn sucks the knuckle of his pointer finger on his right hand. Seamus sucks his middle and ring finger on his right hand; he usually ends up looking as if he is signing “I love you”.

I was not a thumb/finger sucker. My husband, on the other hand (no pun intended), was. For a looong time.

I am certain that there is an orthodontist out there who is going to become a close family friend.

Their need to suck is especially strong when they are tired and falling asleep.

Last night I went in to lay with Abbie for a bit. She had come into our room and wanted a glass of water. I couldn’t resist snuggling into the bed with her. Our time together is so brief now that she is at school… As I snuggled next to her I listened to her attempting to suck her thumb as she fell back to sleep.

It’s not as easy as it usually is. She has a cold; her nose is stopped up, so she can’t breathe and suck her thumb at the same time. I listened to her attempt this several times. Even once she was asleep, some part of her brain couldn’t decide what was more important: breathing or sucking that thumb.

Since I couldn’t fall back to sleep, my mind started considering her quandary. I guess it was one of those moments where God wanted to speak to me, so my daughter became thirsty so that she’d wake me up…

Why do we put ourselves through so much unnecessary struggle? There is that internal struggle to do what we know we need to do versus the things that our flesh wants to do. That pull is so strong.

But, they aren’t always big and obvious. It can be “do I go for a walk or make myself a milkshake?”, “do I sit down and play with the kids or clean the kitchen?” Neither option is bad. But if we play that game long enough it keeps us from what we should be doing.

The desires of our flesh are so strong. Left to our own devices, they would surely win EVERY time.

I wonder if He likes the service?

This past year (2005-very early 2006) was C.R.A.Z.Y. for our little family… financially, we were turned upside down on our heads (and thrown down a couple of flights of stairs, onto a concrete floor, for good measure.)

This has been hard to admit to people, except that so much came out of it that can’t be shared without giving the backstory. I have been so completely, and utterly amazed at how the Lord works through everything. And this year we were reminded that He is with us even through the storms.

This part-time job has continued to reveal the Lord’s graciousness and goodness. The interesting thing about waiting tables is that you can have a busy night and low tippers, Or you can have a slow night with high tippers. Or somewhere in between.

When I waited tables in college I fer-sure needed high tips, cause, like, I totally had to go out to maintain my social life, ya know, and like, if I didn’t get those high tips, I was like, TOTALLY bummed out, cha know? I felt insulted and angered when customers left tips that didn’t add up to the quality of service they received.

Now, I am (a lot) older, and (I hope) more wise and I know that what I make in tips helps our family out.

Therefore, each time I head into my work for my shift, I hand my work over to the Lord.

See, with tips, I have no control over how much I make. It could equal out to $15.00/hour or $6.00/hour… In other words – it is so “random” I can’t do anything more than rely on the Lord — or “wait” on Him. So, I always pray that the Lord will see to it that I get the tips I need. It’s like manna from Heaven. I know that I am receiving the amount the Lord ordains. No less, no more.

When I have a busy, hectic night with (crummy) low tips, like last saturday, I am able to let it go. I don’t grumble (much).

And then I have nights, like tonight, where the night is sooooo s.l.o.w. and yet customer after customer gives these crazy (good) tips.

We’ve gotten so used to living hand-to-mouth this year, that when something like a “good-tip-night” happens, I am reminded that the Lord loves to surprise us with things we aren’t expecting. I know He enjoyed watching me count my tips at the end of the night and giggle to myself that He is so awesome.

Remember to look for the Lord in even the most common, everyday thing!

On a totally different note, the kids had a blast trick-or-treating. Sean said that they were worn out and actually asked to come home. Sean said he would say something like “there’s another house with the light on” and they’d just groan and say “we’ve got enough candy already.” (yes, you read that correctly — in other words, my children, my flesh and blood were saying, essentially, “Please dad, please, no more candy!” — they must get that from their dad’s side of the family ;-)

Quinn has LIVED in that costume since sunday afternoon. He takes it off for bed and as soon as he is up, it’s back on again.

And dear heavens, I wish you could get a good look at the pirate in front, complete with ruffled shirt and bandana. He doesn’t have his pirate booties on in this photo, but you can bet your bottom dollar he had ’em.

None of us could tell what Abbie’s costume was when she picked it out (a fairy costume with kitty ears?? And with cowboy boots, none-the-less!) but she looked beautiful in it. I cannot get over how she is growing.



I am so very sick with a head cold or something (maybe someone ran over my head with a truck when I wasn’t looking??)

Anywho — because of that, and because these things tend to make the rounds, I will be pretty random for the next several days…

*sigh* and my birthday is today… (so begins our birthday marathon around here…)
me 7th
Abbie 14th
Sean 16th
Seamus 25th
(poor Quinn has to wait until January)


Cool Trick

Watching him play and explore. He figured out how to swing himself. <3


… the past two weeks have gotten away from me! We’ve been enjoying the warm weather and going to the pool is our daily activity. Abbie is back to where she was last summer: jumping in and swimming underwater – she is our water bug. Quinn is enjoying the water, but prefers to just sit on the steps. With Seamus, it is harder for Quinn, because he can’t jump into my arms like he did last summer. Seamus just falls asleep – the movement of the water rocks him right to sleep.

I’ve been working on my first BIG quilt. It looks really nice so far. I had to hand measure and cut all of the squares. They are sewing together really nicely. (The corners are lined up well!) I’ve never sewn anything this big! It’s exciting. Abbie has told me she wants it for her bed.

I had training monday night at the Hope Clinic for Women and feel so blessed from my time there. I can’t wait to begin volunteering there. I’ll have more details in the weeks to come. It’s a beautiful place with a beautiful, eternal mission.