The Quintessential Calvin and Hobbes

I may be asking for more than I can handle (but I do so fully aware of the God I serve and his promise to NOT give me more than I can bear (but to loosely paraphrase Mother Teresa, "I know God will never give me more than I can handle, but sometimes, I wish he didn't trust me this much."), but I think at least some of my dozen (beat that, 6+ club) children should be little Calvins. I just think that kid had the greatest childhood ever. My cousins, the original Calvins the cartoon is based on, or so they told me when we were 5, agree: imagination and energy over obedience and lethargy.

I have a feeling some of you stopped reading this at the word "dozen," and are sitting there going...12 little kids running around with THIS'n's genes doing half the work?! INCONCEIVABLE! or at least, God help us all! ....but you see, that's not what I meant. I want to foster and adopt and oh who knows, be a housemom in Venezuela or something. If they even need housemoms in Venezuela, that is.

I hope I get to be a mom, someday. who knows, ya know? Maybe I won't. But I know my God, (Jeremiah 9:14..or is it 24) and He has this tendency to give important stuff away (His Son, His Spirit, His Life, Sight, Forgiveness, New Legs, New Skin). I gave Him my heart you know, and he took it and then, when I wasn't looking, he slips part of it to this bunch of kids I spent my summer with, part of it to these kids I work in the schools with, and the rest to the fabulous, fashionable young woman in the picture with me; and He doesn't do things without a reason. I trust Him. I'll be blessed outta Zion with all my kids, one way or another. Miracle is like, His middle name or something.

So give me some Calvins. And a few Susies. And DeJuans, and Heavenly Skies, and Anas, and Jonases, and Treys, and Israels, and Jacks, and Ashas, and Claryns, and Marcuses, and Chloes, and Hallies, and Heidis, and Sarahs, and Oscars, and Omars, and Tys...lions, tigers, twins, oh my.