I received a text from a new mom recently. It took me right back to those first few weeks I navigated the waters of motherhood. Everyone else made motherhood look easy! But now, with this 7 pound bundle, I felt clueless!
8 years and 3 kids later, I read the text from my new mom friend and just smiled thinking, “Oh the newborn stage goes so fast and yet everything seems so overwhelming!”
The answer to this question might seem pretty obvious.
A child from outside a family becomes a part of a family. Forever.
The circumstances from which that child comes can vary immensely from one child to another. The essence, however, is the same in every case: the presence of both extreme loss and need. Loss of a birth family. Need for a stable, secure, loving, and warm forever family.
Romans 8:37-39 … in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
“We are soldiers of the Lord”, I told my children one day. “You mean were going to war mom?” This was the start to a very interesting conversation.
I pen these words the day after a bomber took out an 8-year-old as he waited for his dad to cross the finish line of the Boston marathon. There’s not a single day that I drop my son off at pre-school that I don’t think about Sandy Hook and have to fight the urge to do a U-turn in the school parking lot, bring him home and lock all the doors. Then there are super viruses, bacterial infections, and childhood cancers…It’s enough to make me want to say this desperate prayer all day, every day “Jesus, keep my kids safe. Jesus, keep my kids safe. JESUS, PLEASE KEEP MY KIDS SAFE!”
“For we ourselves forgive everyone who is indebted to us” Luke 11:4.
Kids make mistakes. Lots of them. Sometimes those mistakes are pointed squarely in our direction as moms. We understand that missing the mark is part of the learning process but when we are extra tired, extra stretched or extra raw as we mother all of that disobedience, anger and loss of our personal property can sting. Continue reading →
As the kids piled into the van, I noticed Lindsay’s hair, which looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a week. I said, “Lindsay! Did you even look in the mirror today? Your hair is a mess! We never see these people! They’re going to think you are a little ragamuffin… And, oh no! Are those the jeans that are too short for you?”
It was too late. My husband had already pulled out and would not be turning around for longer jeans.
I was grocery shopping…pushing one of those semi-truck-like carts with the set of double seats on the back filled with my then toddler girls while my infant son bounced along in the Baby Bjorn on my chest. We were a sight. A couple stares, a few knowing giggles, and a raised eyebrow or two. I was plowing through that store praying we’d make it home with everything we came to get without a major mishap or scene.
With a smile, my son says, mom I got the job. It’s music to any mothers ears to hear the excitement in her child’s voice, knowing he has had some sort of success. It melts your heart, to know they’ve accomplished a giant milestone in their life. It really doesn’t matter if they are two or twenty-two, its the same feeling you get when you know they have succeeded in reaching a goal.
As you may well know, Megachurch Pastor Rick Warren’s 27-year-old son killed himself this week. I’ve been troubled that so many have felt the need to weigh in on this one. There are those who have built a tiny platform on that boy’s casket to talk about everything from politics, to homosexuality, to mental health. This is not one of those posts. Truth be told, those posts are making me kind of nauseas.
“Now Jesus was praying in a certain place, and when he finished, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Lord teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples’” Luke 11:1.
Prayer. Add it to the list of things I feel guilty about as a mom right below never wanting to do crafts with my kiddos and being too cutthroat during games of Candyland with my four-year-old. Continue reading →
On Monday Erin struck a cord with introverted mamas! But I think she struck a cord with us extroverted mamas too!
I am 100% extroverted! I could be with people all day long. I could chat all day to friends, my kids, or my husband…I love people. A day with people puts “wind in my sails”. Not only do I love people, my love language is touch. So I don’t mind a hand on my arm or a cuddle on the couch.
I’ve been challenged to find a “watchword” for the year, a word to keep in front of me and focus on. My watchword for this year is peace.
The other day I was looking through the closet for something and came across the iron. My daughter picked it up as if it were an item of curiosity and asked me in a confused voice “what’s this for Mommy”? Yeah… she really didn’t know.
Motherhood is hard for me. Its’ not hard in the usual way. The I’m sleep deprived, I have so much laundry to do, my kids are pushing my buttons way. Honestly, I can handle those challenges most of the time. But still, most days motherhood feels extraordinarily tough. I think I know why.