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  • “Soggy Bread and the End of the World (According to My Child)”

    “Soggy Bread and the End of the World (According to My Child)”

    By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today

    Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus.

    —What made my kid cry today?

    A tomato slice.

    A fat one.

    And soggy bread.

    That’s it. That was the offense.

    He asked for a sandwich. I made the sandwich.

    And then I ruined his life by including—gasp—a fat slice of tomato.

    Not thin. Not crispy.

    Fat. Juicy. Tomato.

    Which, in his words, “ruined the bread, ruined the sandwich, and ruined lunch forever.” 😭

    So naturally… tears.

    A dramatic slide under the table.

    And a passionate declaration that he would never eat again.

    🍞 Real Mom Thoughts:

    I tried explaining that tomatoes are delicious.

    I tried pointing out that he liked them yesterday.

    I tried logic. (Spoiler: Logic doesn’t work on soggy bread grief.)

    And then I remembered something:

    Sometimes we all throw fits over things meant to nourish us.

    💛 Faith Tie-In:

    God often hands me something good:

    — A lesson

    — A challenge

    — A quiet season

    — A little “stretching”

    And what do I do?

    I wrinkle my nose.

    Slide under the table.

    And cry over the soggy parts of life.

    It’s too uncomfortable.

    Too hard.

    Too slow.

    Not what I ordered.

    But it was meant for my good.

    It was prepared with love.

    Just like that sandwich.

    🙌 Spiritual Parallel:

    My kid missed the whole lunch because of one soggy spot.

    And how many blessings do I miss because I’m focused on the inconvenient part?

    “Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.”

    — Psalm 34:8

    👩‍👦‍👦 Motherhood + Discipleship Moment:

    I remade the sandwich.

    I left off the tomato.

    Because sometimes grace means feeding the kid and his feelings.

    But I also talked to him later.

    Not about sandwiches, but about how we react to things we don’t like.

    Because that’s what discipleship looks like in motherhood:

    Turning soggy bread moments into soft-hearted conversations.

    ✨ Closing Encouragement:

    Next time your kid cries over something ridiculous (and let’s be honest—they will)…

    Pause.

    Breathe.

    And remember: You’ve probably cried over soggy bread too—just in adult form.

    There’s grace for them.

    And there’s grace for you, too.

    What made your kid cry today?

    Or better yet—what’s your “fat tomato moment” with God lately?

    Let’s laugh (and grow) together in the comments 💛

  • 🧺 When Folding Laundry Becomes Worship

    🧺 When Folding Laundry Becomes Worship

    By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today

    Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus.

    Somewhere between the 14th mismatched sock and the suspiciously sticky shirt, I realized something strange:

    I wasn’t annoyed.

    I wasn’t resenting the pile of tiny pants or sighing over the never-ending waves of laundry that flow through this house like some sort of fabric tsunami.

    Instead… I was praying.

    I was folding slowly.

    Breathing deeply.

    Whispering thank you.

    💡 It Hit Me: This Is Worship.

    Not with a guitar.

    Not with a pretty devotional.

    Not even with a quiet room (because let’s be honest—I haven’t seen one of those since 2012).

    But here, in the ordinary, God showed up.

    🧺 Folding the Tiny Socks

    I prayed for the feet that will run and play and walk in His ways. I thanked God for the child who owns those socks—even the one who lost their mind earlier over the wrong spoon.

    👕 Folding the T-shirts

    I prayed for the heart that wears it. I asked God to clothe them in kindness, humility, and strength.

    🧦 Folding My Own Stretched-Out Pajama Pants

    I prayed for my tired soul. I thanked God for the gift of being needed—even when it feels like too much.

    📖 Worship Isn’t Just for Sunday

    “And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus…”

    — Colossians 3:17

    That means laundry.

    That means leftovers.

    That means bedtime routines and grocery pickups and every single sock.

    Worship isn’t about the setting—it’s about the heart.

    And when our hands are busy but our hearts are pointed toward Him, He meets us there.

    🙏 A Prayer for Laundry Worship

    Lord,

    Thank You for the holy hidden moments.

    Help me find You in the ordinary.

    Remind me that service can be sacred.

    And let folding laundry become worship—because I’m doing it with You in mind.

    Amen.

    🌿 Dear Mama Folding the 47th Shirt…

    God sees you.

    He’s not waiting for a spotless house or a 30-minute quiet time.

    He’s right there—between the crumpled pants and the wrinkled patience.

    So take a breath.

    Match the socks.

    And let worship rise from the laundry pile.

    Because yes, even this… counts as holy.

  • “No One Listens to Me—Not Even the Dog”

    “No One Listens to Me—Not Even the Dog”

    By Lizzie @ What Makes My Kid Cry Today

    Real Life. Real Laughs. Real Jesus.

    It was 8:07 a.m.

    I had already said, “Put your shoes on” seven times.

    One child was crying because their sock felt “too wrinkly.”

    Another was singing the ABCs at full volume while not brushing his teeth.

    The toddler was naked for unknown reasons.

    And the dog—bless him—ran straight past me when I called his name, ignoring me like I was a ghost in my own house.

    And that’s when I said it.

    Out loud.

    With all the dramatic flair of a sitcom mom at the end of her rope:

    “No one listens to me—not even the dog!”

    🫠 The Invisible Mom Feeling

    It hit me hard.

    That washed-out, walked-past, unheard feeling that sneaks into your chest and whispers:

    “Does anything I say actually matter?” “Why do I even bother?” “What’s the point of speaking if no one hears me?”

    And to be clear: I wasn’t expecting applause for asking someone to pick up their socks.

    But it would’ve been nice if the dog didn’t straight-up sprint away from me when I asked him to sit.

    🧠 What I Really Wanted

    I didn’t just want obedience.

    I wanted to be heard.

    I wanted to feel like my voice mattered in my own home.

    But motherhood has a way of making you feel like a walking reminder app that no one opens.

    ✨ But Then God Whispered

    Later that day—after the shoes were on, the dog was contained, and the toddler was redressed—I sat down with my coffee and silence.

    And the still, small whisper came:

    “I hear you.”

    Not from my kids.

    Not from the dog.

    From God.

    📖 The Reminder I Needed

    “Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.”

    — Jeremiah 29:12

    God hears me when no one else does.

    When my voice is drowned out by cartoons and chaos.

    When I feel like I’m shouting into the void of laundry and mismatched shoes.

    He hears.

    And He cares.

    🙏 A Prayer for the Unheard

    Lord,

    When I feel invisible, ignored, or tuned out—remind me that You are the God who listens.

    Let Your voice be louder than my frustration.

    Let Your peace meet me in the noise.

    And thank You, thank You, thank You…

    for loving this mama, even when the dog runs the other way.

    Amen.

    🐕 Final Thoughts

    If today you feel like your words fall flat, your commands echo unanswered, and your only audience is a dog that ignores you—please hear this:

    Your voice matters.

    Even when no one listens, you are still seen.

    Your kids may not realize it now, but your consistency is love in action.

    And your Heavenly Father?

    He’s listening—every time.

    Got your own “no one listens to me” story? Send it to whatmakesmykidcrytoday@gmail.com! I’ll laugh with you, not at you. Probably.