To My Marmee

I don’t think there is any woman alive who doesn’t have a complicated relationship with her Mother. As women we give birth to these amazing little people and have the opportunity to watch them grow. We try so hard not to project our own fears and insecurities on our children, but inevitably we do. We pray they forgive us and turn out okay anyway.

My Mom and I have not always had the best relationship. It has been a hard road littered with many tears, fights, and hurt feelings. While there are ways I don’t want to be like her (we all have that with our Moms, right??), there are many features of my Mom I pray I have.

My Mama loves with all her heart. She has never met a stranger and would invite someone she just met to Thanksgiving dinner without hesitation. She has taught me to always include everyone and to talk to people you don’t know in the grocery store. You never know if you will meet a friend that way.

Share your talents, and often. One of my favorite memories as a child was falling asleep at night listening to my parents play the piano and violin. My Mom would accompany my Dad as he played the violin. They often played in Church. My Mom and sister both have beautiful voices and would sing duets all the time. She was always willing and able to lend her musical gifts to enrich the lives of those around her.

When I was 6, Mom started taking American Sign Language classes. She thought it was a cool language and always wanted to learn it. I was her eager audience and because of her desire to learn, I became fluent and have been able to have some amazing opportunities. She and I have both interpreted for many church services. If there is a need and you can fill it, you do – plain and simple.

As the Mother of 5 children, my Mother learned that laughter is so important. My Mom taught me how to properly TP a house, took me and my friends to movies and the skate rink, and always had a pantry full of snacks for the neighbor kids. She wanted our home to be the house where all the kids would congregate, and they did. When you walked through the doors of our home, you felt loved.

Right now my parents are on a mission for our church. They are in the Philippines for 2 years, sweating, serving, loving and learning. The lessons they are teaching my children right now are just amazing. Teaching my children to serve others, to give of themselves, and to not be selfish are worth more than I could ever describe.

I am so grateful for my Mom. I won’t get to see her again until August 2013, and the Philippines is so very far away. But, I know she reads my blog. So I am using this public place to tell her what she needs to hear.

Mom,

You are amazing. You have done a great job as a Mom. You are an even better Meemaw. You are soft when needed and firm when necessary. Your 25 grandpeople know you love them more than life it’s self. Your 5 children (and 4 inlaw kids) know you would give the shirt off your back if it would help us. I learn from you every day and am so grateful that not only are you my Marmee, but you are my friend.

You have often said to me we don’t give birth and look at these little people and think, “huh, I wonder how I’m going to screw this one up!”. I know you have often felt a failure in the parenting arena, we all feel that way. But I need you to know you are not a failure. You truly have done a wonderful job and I love you.

Happy Mother’s Day Mama.

 

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Four on the Fourth: May 4

Trying to get all 4 of them to sit still for a picture is often very comical.

Eh, I give up. There they are. All together. And not fighting. I’ll take it :)

Exercise: it’s about me.

I have never been an athletic girl. I danced for 7 years and played soccer and even football. But I was always the one with the pot belly that couldn’t run the mile without getting winded. I was slow and while I loved playing games, hated the competition of it all.

Then in Jr. High I tried the track team. I was good at sprints – short and fast distances were good. But I still didn’t love it. I had always loved the water, so in that time, I joined a city swim team. I loved the non-contact sport and loved being in the water. Again, I was never very fast, but I really enjoyed myself. I swam and joined the diving team in high school. This lasted until middle of my Sophomore year when we moved. My new high school not only didn’t have a swim or diving team, but it didn’t even have a pool!

 

Read the rest here where I am guest posting today!

Have a great weekend friends!

humble

To say parenthood is humbling is a huge understatement.

When I was young, I thought parenthood would be easy. Not walk in the park easy, but not hanging on by your fingernails hard.

Lately, it has been hard. Oh so hard.

Jeremy and I have very different personalities. He is quiet, reserved and quite non-emotional. I am the complete opposite. I feel everything at I 110%. I have a quick temper, something Jeremy never had until living with me for 10 years.

Our children are more like me in personality. They are dramatic. They are LOUD. They either LOVE something or HATE it. There is no middle ground.

I can handle the girls when they are in their dramatic moods. It is not as hard as Seth’s moods. Maybe it is because he is most like me. Maybe it is because I see traits in him that I have always disliked about myself and I want him to change them. I don’t want him to have a friend tell him he is obnoxious. I don’t want him to never fit in, to always feel on the outskirts. I don’t want him to have the struggles I have had.

My frustration builds, his builds and we explode.

The other night what started out as a “go to bed” turned into him screaming and crying and eventually losing every single toy he owns. His room now has only books, art supplies and his bed. I took everything away.

I felt so very defeated after. I felt as if I had lost so much. Why can’t I be the calm, happy, Mary Poppins kind of Mom? Why can’t I laugh more and yell less?

Parenthood is not for the faint of heart. It is hard. It is frustrating. It is humbling.

As I sat in my room rocking Elliott to sleep, I pleaded with the Lord to help me know what to do with Seth. To lead my path and help me to know how best to help him. As I prayed, I realized I have been trying to do this all alone. I haven’t included the Lord in this struggle. I thought I could handle it. But, obviously I can’t.

I am tired. I am oh so tired and I can’t do this alone anymore.

I have been humbled.

-just write

Elliott Joseph is One.

Dear Elliott,

I type this late at night on your birthday eve. Your first birthday. You are my baby, my last baby, one of my bookend babies.

You came without warning. I had many ideas of what I wanted to do when I was in early labor with you, but you had other plans. When my water broke with you, I went almost immediately into active labor. Fast and furious – that was how I described your birth.

However, your personality is almost the opposite of that. You are such a chill kid. Pretty laid back and OH so happy. Even though you had a rough start until I figured out you couldn’t tolerate dairy, you never stopped smiling.

Much like your oldest sister (whose initials you share) you never cry without a reason…and it is always a reason I can fix. Poopy, teething, hungry, tired…you’re easy. You showed an early preference to music, especially Mindy Gledhill’s Hourglass. If you are upset all I have to do is play or sing it for you and immediately you calm down.

You adore your brother and sisters. They come into the room and you light up. You love when Seth or Amelia take you outside and push you in the swing. You squeal with delight when you see Libby in the morning. And when I put you in the stroller to go to the school to get the kids, you clap your hands with excitement.

Shortly after you were born, Daddy gave you a blessing at church. You were told you would be a peacemaker in our home. I see that daily.

You bring love and joy where ever you go. You don’t like when the kids yell angrily and let them know it with your cries. You are sensitive for sure.

You are also so mischievous.  Getting into the cat’s water, while he’s eating, all the while watching me to see what I am going to do – grinning all the time. That’s my boy. You are taking steps, just had your first haircut, and climb the stairs like nobody’s business. The days we are spending at the swimming pool are quickly becoming your favorite, a water baby like Mama.

If I can keep you eating blueberries, strawberries and Mum-Mum’s you are a happy boy. You don’t love anything as much as milkers though. You laugh and get so excited when we sit down to nurse. It is your time to have Mama all to yourself and you relish in that time.

You are my sweet boy and not a day goes by I don’t thank the Lord for sending me you. I am so grateful to be your Mama and love you oh so much.

Happy birthday baby boy. I pray we can have many, many, many more. You are so very loved, always remember that.

Love,

Mama

Finally, a year later is the slideshow of Elliott’s birth.

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