Monday, July 19, 2010

My Life as a Border Collie

I couldn’t have been Michelle Duggar—not enough fingers.

One of the challenges of having four children aged five and under is keeping them corralled in uncontrolled spaces. Home is easy: You close the doors, and know they’re somewhere within the property lines.*

In public, though, it’s a different story. Once the boys were past strollers and leashes, keeping tabs involved counting. A lot of counting. I mentally tapped each of the blond heads hundreds of times every time we ventured out. In the mall: one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. In the campground: one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. In the park: one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. And so on and so forth, ad infinitum.

Our congregation has just started a sermon series on spiritual gifts, those individual enablings the Holy Spirit shares to allow us to contribute well as part of the spiritual body. Yesterday Pastor S encouraged us to complete an online inventory that would help clarify our own spiritual gifts. I’ve taken these inventories before, but I had to laugh when the computer tallied my answers. What gift popped to number one on my list?


Of course.

*Well, mostly easy. I’ll never forget my horror at answering the doorbell one beautiful spring morning and finding a perfect stranger on the porch holding the hand of three-year-old Boy #3. She had found him wandering along our busy street in his pajamas. And when I say “perfect” stranger, I mean she let me off with a lecture on proper parenting and didn’t turn me in to children’s services for neglecting my toddler. Who knew he had figured out how to open the storm door?


  1. Reminds me of the time Grant got up and walked to school before 7 and was found on the swings waiting for the bell. Thank God for their guardian angels we so prayed for to watch over them. Rebecca

  2. Remember when Katie and her friend Erin decided to walk home from kindergarten???