{"id":4289,"date":"2012-01-06T23:33:38","date_gmt":"2012-01-07T03:33:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthomas.com\/photocardblog\/?p=4289"},"modified":"2012-01-06T23:33:38","modified_gmt":"2012-01-07T03:33:38","slug":"om-life-boys-edition-wtw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/journal\/om-life-boys-edition-wtw\/","title":{"rendered":"OM Life With Boys Edition :: The WTW?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"We are one of those families that I thought we weren’t going to be… we run from here to there, doing lots of different activities and ending up with a very full week of stuff to do.
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\nI drive a mom taxi and even typing that makes me cringe. But our bustling days are only examining the Big Picture of the weekdays. If I look at every piece that makes up our week, I see that each choice we’ve made benefits at least one of us in our family. And I can live with that, but I think the mom taxi label bubbles just below the surface.
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\nThe moment I had happened just today when we were all getting ready to go to temple for a sabbath service geared toward kids and Grades One and Two of Hebrew School were to sing songs throughout. I had taken my 9-year-old to the doctor for a routine check-up and had about ten minutes to get ready to go. My 6-year-old asked me where we were going and I told him for the fourth time that we were going to temple to hear him sing with his classmates.
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\n“Oh. Well, I don’t know any songs. We don’t sing in class.”
\n“But the service is especially for you to sing the songs you’ve learned.”
\n“I don’t know anything about that.”
\n“But your teachers, Mrs. J. and Mrs. S. sent me a special note about it.”
\n“I don’t know who they are. There’s a Mr. J., but he’s at my regular school.”
\n“You don’t know Mrs. J. and Mrs. S.?”
\n“Uh-uh. Can I have a snack?”
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\nWhat the what? Is he just messing with me? And why am I busting my backside to get to this blessed service if he has no idea what he’s doing? All the running around and scheduling and making sure I don’t forget one little thing was all swirling in my head. He pushed me beyond disbelief. So, you know what I said to him?
\n“Go put on your shoes.”
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\nAnd we all went.
\nAnd he knew every song.
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