Mommy Brain

You wouldn’t think a house that still contains three boys could be quieter due to the absence of one girl, but it is. I’ve discovered that boy noise is much different than girl noise. Natalie is chatty, like I am, and I didn’t realize how much I was used to her popping into whatever room I’m in to say, “Mom, guess what happened in my book?” or “I found a new Twilight link online.” or “One of my blog friends got her own horse!” or “I only have one chapter left in my book and you read so much faster – could you read it aloud to me?”

The boys can be chatty, too – but more so when I get them one-on-one away from the house. At home their boy noises tend to be more along the lines of “Jon, did you see that – Pow! Got you!” and “Oooo, I took you out!” and “What type is that Pokemon?” Especially during this week, since Kevin promised them lots of extra gaming time since Nan got go go to camp, and they didn’t. (Noah will join her next year, and Jonathan probably the year after that.)

I was very excited that the camp allows us to e-mail our happy campers every day, with the e-mails being printed out and delivered at lunch time. Natalie made my promise to e-mail every day – and this was on top of the little notes I wrote for her to open each morning when she awoke.

Last night, I went to the camp’s web site to send Nan a message for tomorrow, and found that I had to register. Okay, no problem. Then I had to wait for an approval code. Good thing, I guess – they don’t want just anyone sending e-mail to their campers. But, it’s Monday morning, and I still haven’t received my approval code – and Nan’s expecting an e-mail at lunchtime! Aargh!

I wouldn’t be upset except that my dear little Natalie tends to be a worrier. She doesn’t like it when I go on long car trips, and I must always call to let her know I’ve arrived. She worries about little things, big things – it’s something I pray about every day, that God would teach her to rest in His peace. But now I’m worried – because I don’t want her worry and disapointment over not receiving an e-mail to ruin her fun today. So, if you think about it, could you please say a quick prayer for Natalie? And another that they’d send me my gosh-durned approval code already?