Monday, January 31, 2011

A trip into town

  
  
      Today 5 out of 5 of the Warnocks are recovering from colds, sinus infections, and ear infections. I am actually trying to rear three children with no voice at all. Gotta tell you, whispering works! My voice that I raise so often does not work and I have truly found such freedom in it. Remember that, whispering for the day is a nice alternative.
    A common question I am asked is what do I do when we need to go to the doctor.  Well, all five of us went two days ago. I am a mom that is actually relieved when we go ahead and ALL are sick at the same time. So, Saturday morning we woke up and my sick husband and myself got all three munchkins out the door and drove an hour and a half to the nearest "after hours" clinic.  Another unexpected convenience is the after-hours clinics, because atleast we get to all cram into one room at the same time and knock it all out in one place. After getting three prescriptions filled and stocking up on everything from frozen waffles to baby, toddler, and adult Tylenol, we made it home from our usual 5-6 hours in town. As you can imagine, when you live so far from civilization, every aisle at Target seems to be stocked with "necessities".  Does anyone else experience rapid heartbeat and sweaty palms when checking out at Target?  But, we made it home and are now able to open up our own self-sustained pharmacy.
     You know, the first year I lived at Lost Valley I dreaded driving that hour and a half and most of all, the 9 mile dirt road again and again. But after three years of learning what it means to surrender, I am actually appreciative of the memories we've made in the car and quality time we spend as a family. Tony and I make the most of every trip and I have found we're more intentional with our time because of it. I have been blessed to listen to my eldest three year old girl carry on a conversation with herself in the very back of our suburban for over an hour, I have participated in my two year old son's dance parties to No Doubt, I get to enjoy the smile on my youngest babe's face as he takes in all that is going on around him without even making a peep, and I am privileged to converse with Tony as we listen to the 80's and 90's stations on Sirius in order to relive our "glory days".  I am thankful that my family is adaptable and I am thankful that my children travel well now because of it. Trust me, I still have my days of cussing every bump in the road and crying as two of the three children throw up in the back all over my car. But, as I write, I realize that the Lord has used that 9 mile dirt road (which is also called our driveway that takes 20 minutes to drive up) to shape and mold my family. 
       Moms, try to turn your jaunts around town into your 9 mile dirt road. Turn off the dvd's and maybe host a dance party instead. Find out what their favorite colors are, the highs and lows of their day, and take a few minutes to list out loud the reasons you are thankful for each of them. You will have sweeter memories because of it and so will they.
                                    



7 comments:

Aly said...

Oh, Brooke. I love it. I'm picturing sweet Jack smiling and waving his hands up and down a million miles an hour haha

Heidi K. said...

I'm just writing to say hi today since I can't call you because of your poor voice! I just had a revelation the other night as I was driving back that one thing I will miss when I'm not here anymore is the dirt road. NEVER thought I say that! Love you friend!

LittleRia said...

I love your blog! I miss you so much and hopefully I will be seeing you sooner rather than later! I also love your headline and picture! ;)

Heidi said...

Oh how I miss those darling little kiddos.

Chris and Lindsey Wheeler said...

I love the pics of the kiddos...miss them!!

Ellen said...

All three of you sisters have great communicating skills! Keep writing and sharing your heart!

Molly said...

I love your attitude, friend. I have come to realize that, after "cussing the bumps" the nine miles were still there and the bumps are the easiest way to get my baby to sleep. Whispering is genius...

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