Boys. I had boys. Two of them.
Ice Hockey (in the South, we have to specify…)
Playing boys. And a husband who played with them. Yep, boys.
God love them – oh, He does! – yet there were moments I simply wanted to put on a tiara, don a tutu, strike a pose and do a plie…instead of being struck by a stray soccer ball or wayward hockey puck.
Honestly, I revel in these mom moments and memories. Even when:
the soccer ball kicked in the kitchen shattered the alabaster light fixture as it fell to the floor
the paintball gun toted by my older son plastered the side of the trees (and the deer beside them) with pink paint
the orange U up against the shower door struck at me (YEP-the neighbor’s snake was LOOSE in MY house…
the hockey bag full of gear was left at home as we drove an hour to the airport for a hockey tryout in Chicago-6 states away
Yep, these are memorable moments that are now focal points in my life. Kinda like those cherished Christmas ornaments that are placed on prime property-front and center-or the stars God named and hung in the sky for us to track and treasure.
No chagrin here! Really.
so we treasure our time with Him…and His children. His treats for us are sweet commUNITY and opportUNITY(ies) to share those special moments where He shows up and shows off.
Now, here’s the deal. I saw exactly what I least expected…and wanted immediately. At the Cracker Barrel. Really! You can laugh out loud, yet you never know where God will put His good gifts, do you?! Yep, I saw the perfect tiara and scepter.
Isaiah 45:3 (NIV) I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.
Queen for a day.
Yes! I truly could be queen for a day in the midst of all that testosterone…
at least in my imagination.
I traipsed to that tiara as fast as I had ever traversed a store…and got the last one! WHEEEE! I got it.
So why in the world would that tiara and scepter matter to me, mom of boys?
A few weeks earlier, I’d been to the urologist for some testing that included an x-ray. An elevated x-ray. On a big ole chair. Think what you will—you may get close to that actual image.
When the tech entered the room following the procedure, she stopped dead in her tracks. Why? I was doubled over, laughing out loud!
“That’s not the normal response most people have to this procedure,” she kindly informed me. I believe she thought I’d lost my ever-loving mind in that undignified moment of total exposure. Nope. I got it…
It simply hadn’t looked like an elevated x-ray potty chair in my dreams.
So the tiara and scepter were gifts to hang on the wall of the “throne room.” Other women would be able to “sit on the throne and be Queen for a day” too. And have something to laugh about while perched on high.
Especially when the precious little 5-year-old sweetheart had to come in for some urinary tract testing. Instead of being simply being probed for a problem, she was “crowned princess” for a day…
And the throne rose to her command as she waived the scepter.
24 thoughts on “Tiaras and Tutus”
Humor can go a long way, can’t it? Loved getting to know you through this post! I have 2 girls, one who dances, so I have my fill of all of that!
LOL! Tutus! I always wanted tutus! And got hockey pucks and snakes…Thank God He gives us a wonderful sense of humor. Hugs and what a pleasure to “meet you”. Join us each week!
Wow. You’ve got me thanking God I only had one boy to go along with my three girls. (The tutus outweighed the squirt guns, thank God.)
Of course, there was more drama. So.
Sounds like you had quite the exciting life there! Thanks for the laughs and the link up!
Ruthie, I’m so glad you got some good laughs out of this post. God has a magnificent sense of humor. He’s the one chuckling along WITH us!
This momma-to-2-boys can SO RELATE 🙂
Yes, ma’am! See just a snippet of what you have in store? snakes and all kinds of critters…
This is awesome, Susan! Thanks for helping us look at life’s less than delicate moments in a new way!! 🙂
Thanks Holly. It’s fun when God shows you His sense of humor in those sticky spots, isn’t it? I love laughing at myself and I think God likes it when we take what feels so intense and let Him have it so we can have HIM. Hugs. Susan
OHMYGOODNESS! I ’bout died laughing! Thank you for sharing this…. I’ll be smiling (and secretly laughing!) all day…
So glad you found us over at Coffee & Conversation…and looking forward to Dancing With Jesus on Friday <3
I love that ~ ’bout died laughing! So glad I found you too. Yes, do join the dance!
You have me cracking up sweet Susan! Oh my! Hilarious. I loved this – every word. Cheering you on from the #RaRalinkup with Purposeful Faith.
YEAH! ~ And anticipate some of the same at your house as those toddlers of yours grow, Kelly. Oh, my…!
Welcome to Tell me a True Story Blog Party. I loved your story of snakes in the shower and soccer balls in the kitchen. You caught me off guard until I realized the tiara and scepter were gifts to hang on the wall of the “throne room.” That was a clever gift. We all need to enjoy some fun even while visiting at the urologist.
Yes, ma’am, Hazel. So FUN to be able to give a gift for the “throne room” to spark a bit of humor in an otherwise humorless spot.
Beautiful, hilarious! Only because I can say that I was in an altogether too similar situation this week. I felt about the same way! Blessings to you, friend!
Lol! I can only imagine Lisa!
I love this! We have one son and two male dogs, so I’m the only woman in the house. I’m looking forward to all the fun of raising a boy. Thanks for sharing! I’m your neighbor from #TestimonyTuesday.
Samantha, I hear ya! Be blessed and cherish every moment. Every caper and every escapade. Plan some too! Memories live forever and warm our hearts
Oh those boy memories bring back some great memories of my own! Yes, life as a boy mom is quite different than a mom of little girls, isn’t it? Now I live out my girly moments with my granddaughter when she comes to visit. We’re talking manicures, shopping, the works! Thanks for bringing a smile to my fact this morning, Susan:)
Kristine – oh to be a grandmother with a granddaughter after raising sons. How good and sweet is God?! Tiara and tutu may be in your future???
I love this!
I’m the mum of four boys — even our dog is male, so I completely identify with the feeling of being out numbered and out-testosteroned.
Someone gave me a pink feather boa for my fortieth birthday, and I cherish it.
I bet!!! And I hear ya. Girls just wanna be girly sometimes. My youngest son gave me a female snowshoe Siamese kitty for Mother’s Day one year-so I had some estrogen at the house with me…
This brought a smile to my face, Susan. Thinking of that x-ray technician wondering if you’d lost your sanity. I’m glad you had a moment of humor to help dispel any anxiety you may have been feeling. God is so good, isn’t He?
Blessings and hugs,
Yes ma’am! He is good and gives us a laugh when we need it most. Hugs my sweet friend. Susan
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