I’m super excited to participate in another Five Minute Friday tonight! In case you don’t know, Five Minute Friday is a movement started by Lisa Jo Baker, the Gypsy Mama, as she’s known, where bloggers sit down for five minutes and write what’s in their heart from a one word prompt.
Now Gypsy Mama probably knows what the correct punctuation should be in in the above sentence because clearly that’s what we call a run on. That just goes to show that that really I have no business hanging out with this #FMF crew. They’re all like ‘love, peace, dreams’ and I’m all like ‘Hey! Yesterday a lorikeet bit me!’ That’s okay, though! It’s a fun experiment!
The prompt for tonight is the word REMEMBER.
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REMEMBER
Dear Minions,
Tonight I watched you get into an ugly fight that started with a unfounded accusation and ended in tears and recriminations. You are angry with each other and you went to bed seething and sorry. Words were spoken that will be remembered tomorrow. ‘I don’t like you!’ ‘I can’t wait ’til I have my own room!’ and ‘I’m never playing with you again!’ were all things that were said.
My boys, my hearts…
Remember.
Remember earlier today when you helped each other with your homework? Remember last night when I overheard you plotting to trick Dad into crawling into bed with you? Remember when it worked?
Do you remember last week when you were separated by multiple states and you, Henry, remarked that ‘it’s just weird not having James here.’
Remember that time when you both answered on school questionnaires that you were each other’s best friends?
Remember when I told you I was taking you to the dentist but instead we went to Disney World?
Let’s go back farther, boys.
James, Remember when I told you that I was pregnant and you scratched your knee and ran off to play?
Remember how, from the moment Henry was born you were overly protective of him? Remember how, even now, we have to tell you ‘let us take care of Henry.’
And Henry, when James was a little mite he played with toy trains and Duplo blocks. You, though? You just wanted to play with James. No trains or blocks needed.
He was your favorite toy.
James, remember when you split your lip and had to get stitches and Henry patted your hand and whimpered because he hurt for you?
And boys, I know you don’t remember it, but when Mommy lost two babies you were a balm to my soul. A comfort. A blessing.
And remember when this thing decided to join our family?
God has richly blessed you with, not just a brother, but a sister as well! Something I longed for as a child!
Remember boys, the next time you are tempted to throw words like they are stones…remember that is not what words are for.