The Beauty of Motherhood

The beauty of motherhood
Pure joy of make believe.
Adventures through imagination.
Dreams taking flight.
These children search for the beauty in small ordinary things.
They find laughter and joy.
I find I believe.

Make believe.

DressUp
Dress up time as a princess and a fairy.

Imagination.

Imagination

Dream.

DareToDream

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Balancing is an Art

Balancing is an art.
Life is uncertain.
Moments so unstable.

We stand, sure-footed
And a wind, an unforeseen circumstance
destabilizes the most confident.

Falling is not failing.
It’s a lesson to persevere
Don’t ever give up.

We grow stronger
more confident
more flexible

Balancing is an Art
Not learned in a day
A lifetime of commitment.

My daughters learning to balance.

My daughters learning to balance.

Silent Night

Everyone knows the first verse from “Silent Night” which is  lovely, but have you stopped to listen and ponder the second and third verses?

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior is born
Christ, the Savior is born

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

The idea of this reverent silence reminds me of a quote from my all time favorite author, C.S. Lewis. This is from a passage in his book The Screwtape Letters:

“[The demon Screwtape writes:] Music and silence–how I detest both! How thankful we should be that ever since our Father entered Hell–though Cover of "The Screwtape Letters"longer ago than humans, reckoning in light years, could express–no square inch of infernal space and no moment of infernal time has been surrendered to either of those abominable forces, but all has been occupied by Noise–Noise, the grand dynamism, the audible expression of all that is exultant, ruthless, and virile–Noise which alone defends us from silly qualms, despairing scruples, and impossible desires. We will make the whole universe a noise in the end. We have already made great strides in this direction as regards the Earth. The melodies and silences of Heaven will be shouted down in the end. But I admit we are not yet loud enough, or anything like it.”

In this past year our house has been anything but quiet. We now have a 21 month old and a 6 month old. Our daughters love each other tremendously and although they are young, I know they will be great friends…and our house will only get louder with the squeals of playful sisters. Life is full and life is good. We have been so blessed, but I need to remember the importance of silence. God speaks to us in the still, quiet moments, and he restores our soul in the absence of Noise.

So, for this Christmas Season (and into the next year and beyond) I encourage all of you to discover what is making the most Noise in your life (electronics, activities, work, everyday distractions?) and mindfully make a little more quiet time. Take a break from some of the holiday busyness a let Jesus’ light and love fill in the silence.

I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus, So Shoot Me.

Prompted from a friend’s post, I am also blogging about the ever approach Christmas holiday and the big, jolly fat man: Santa.

I don’t believe in Santa, so shoot me. Obviously, since I am an adult, I know I am not expected to believe in Santa, but I feel the weight of society hanging around my neck expecting me to perpetuate the myth of Old Saint Nick. Guess what? I’m not going to do it.

As a child I knew who Santa was, but I didn’t believe he was some magical man who came down our non-existent chimney loaded with “toys and goodies”. I never felt deprived in any way. All of my presents had a name associated with them. This one was from Aunt so-and-so, here’s one from Uncle Billy bob, these are from mommy and daddy. And I received them with joy and gratitude. I said “thank you” to the gift giver and even wrote out thank you notes.  (or drew pictures when I was younger). I still watched all the favorite holiday cartoons. My favorite was “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer”. But, it was just a nice story. I didn’t need it to be true.

So, why am I writing out this long vent about not “believing”. I am just getting DARN tired of always having to explain and justify myself. I am tired of being frowned upon for my kids not growing up in a “santa” home. Why is it such a big deal?

If you want to believe or have your kids believe, go ahead. I don’t care. Celebrate Santa all you want, but don’t try to guilt me into following your commercialized tradition. It’s not like I am all “anti-santa” and I am not going to go up to your kid and say, “Guess what? Santa isn’t REAL!” I don’t care if I use a santa napkin at Christmas dinner, or if I get pictures of santa on my Christmas cards.

But for our house, we will not be writing letters to the North Pole, and we will not pose for pictures with a guy dressed up in a red suit at the mall. I’m sure we will still sing all the favorite Christmas carols, and we’ll probably decorate reindeer shaped christmas cookies. But please, do me a favor, and stop trying to make my kid believe Santa Claus is really watching whether they’ve “been naughty or nice”.

I love Christmas. It is my favorite holiday by far. And my kids will know Saint Nick, you know the real “santa”, the generous historical figure, but he or the magical version is not the center of our holiday. If that makes me a Scrooge, than “bah hum bug” to you!

Stop Being Supermom and the 3 Things that are Most Important to being a Great Mom

Recently read this blog post: Dear Moms, Jesus Wants You To Chill Out.

And I thought I would pass on these words of wisdom. As moms, we really only need be concerned about doing these three things:

  1. Love God
  2. Love Husband
  3. Love Children

Don’t worry about being a super mom.

I am still going to try to keep a clean, organized house, make meals from scratch, and other nice “extras”…BUT if we eat pizza we buy, have books and toys from one wall to the other, and the kids are still in PJs at 2pm…IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD! I am not a bad mom, and my kids will still grow up with good values.

As the article also states, Moms, stop comparing yourself! This only leads to discontent, disillusionment, and disaster. If you find yourself more discouraged than lifted up by reading different “mom” blogs, just stop reading them altogether!

So,  I’m gonna go chill out, and I hope you do too.

Keeping Things out of Reach from a Tall Toddler

I was attending to my four-month old, Blue Eyes, when my 18 month old, Sweet C, walks into the room with a tomato.

I wondered how on Earth she had gotten a hold of what she apparently wanted for a snack because I had placed the fresh garden treats on the kitchen table out of her reach. Well, what I thought was out of her reach!

This is how far the tomatoes were from the edge of the table. I didn’t think to measure it, but as you can see, they were quite a bit towards the middle…

Tomatoes on my kitchen table. Quite a few inches from the edge!

So, the good thing is it was just a tomato my Sweet C took a bite of and it wasn’t say, a cookie! 🙂

The other good thing about my toddler’s growing reach is if I need a Binky for Blue Eyes that was left on the table I know I can count on having help to retrieve it!

My babies are just growing, growing, growing! Have to enjoy all the little moments and achievements 🙂

Anybody else have a sweet moment to share of their child surprising you with how much they have grown?

Reflections

A verse that I have been trying to meditate on for the past several months is from Philippians 4:8. You know, it’s the one that has “whatever is pure, whatever is noble, think about such things.” Because, what we think about becomes our actions, our character, who we are…

I want to be a good wife, a good mother, and a wise woman. To achieve these goals I need to be careful with my thoughts. If I let negative and complaining thoughts into my mind, then they will carry over into my actions. Sometimes I need to give myself a mental shake and tell myself “Hey, cut that out! Replace that negative thought with something lovely!”

If you are a mom, you know what I am talking about! It is so easy to think, “My kid is driving me crazy! If I hear one more cry I am going to looooose it!”

Or if you are a wife, “If that man leaves his dirty clothes on the floor one more time!”

It is easy to get caught up in the little annoyances. 

Give yourself a good mental shake. Count your blessings. Say something positive, outloud even, if you have to! “My kids are driving me crazy! BUT, I love them! They are wonderful, they are a blessing, my life would be empty without them!” And give your husband grace because I’m sure there are a ton of things you do that annoy him too! Sure, you can address the annoyance, but do it respectfully and with an attitude of love. (Don’t complain about it!) “Honey, I would really appreciate if you could make those dirty clothes find their way to the laundry basket.”

When my Sweet C gets up in the morning I sing a little line of “This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it!” Choosing joy in the morning will set to mood of the whole day. Circumstances may cloud up the sun, but thinking about what is true and admirable helps refocus on the bigger picture: God is good and gave me a good life. I want to be a good wife, a good mother, and a wise woman and thinking negatively/ complaining will not get me there.

What goal do you want in your life, what is an obstacle, and how will you overcome?