Kids are fun! They love to laugh and to play. It comes so easy for them. Living in the moment and having a blast. I love it.
Recently our little family went sledding; it was a beautiful sun soaked day. The snow was fresh and the sled hill hadn’t been used enough to be muddy. It’s safe to say that we all had a great time. We were only out for about an hour but what an hour! I can still picture my oldest son coming down the hill, beaming, loving life. I can hear the giggles and excited exclamations. No amount of money could buy a better afternoon!
Sometimes I wonder why we buy so much. Why we go, go, go? Really the simple things are so much better. Will my son really feel deprived if he has fewer toys than some other kids? No. Our stuff obsessed society may buy (excuse the pun) that but not me. So bring on the sledding, rain puddles, pillow fights, forts, and tickle monsters 🙂
I want to give my kids the gift of me, my time, energy and attention. That’s what they really want and deserve. Those little rugrats are a blessing and gift from God and I am the luckiest woman in the world. What is your favorite activity to do with your kids?
Sometimes being a mom just plain sucks. It’s hard and it hurts. This last week has left my heart bruised and it won’t be the last time. You know what I mean, every time something hurts your kids, it hurts you. Remember the first time your little one had to get a shot? You cried. When they were learning to pull themselves up and instead did a face plant? You felt it. As time goes by I know the pain will change. My kids will get their feelings hurt and their hearts broken and my heart will hurt right along with them. It’s the price we pay when we become parents.
Last week my 8 month old, happy as can be, little boy was admitted to the hospital. It was a short stay and we were able to go home after 24 hours. The doctors think he had a seizure but aren’t sure why or if it will happen again. Despite no sleep and little food I was able to remain relatively calm through the whole experience. A fact I whole-heartedly attribute to the “peace that passes all understanding” I know God was in that hospital room with us guiding the nurses and doctors, holding my baby, and comforting me. I felt my Jesus there with me. To some that might sound crazy and very spiritual and that’s ok, you can think I’m crazy. I had to stop here and give into the tears that were stinging my eyes because even though we are home now my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. In fact, it is hurting even more. It hurts when I think about what might have happen, it hurts when I remember the other kids still at the hospital and when I think about the families whose children won’t ever be coming home. This week every time I have held my son I have prayed for those families. The parents who are watching their kids suffering and the families dealing with lose.
After this experience it would be very easy for me to give into fear. The fear of what tomorrow may hold. I could worry myself sick, something my last post touched on. But I am determined to find joy instead. I will rejoice in today. I will enjoy every blessed minute I have with my family. More hugs, more laughs, more time just being. I have been taking more pictures of my kids, not the posed matching outfit kind, but just the silly kids being kids type. I’ve made a point of closing my laptop and sitting with my oldest while he watches cartoons, and said yes when he wants’ mommy to play, instead of “in a minute”. I still have a to do list, the laundry still has to be done and dinner cooked, but I have found a lot more time by being intentional and cutting out the “fluff” in my day. I am so glad I did!
I know this post was long and an emotional roller coaster (not to mention grammatically frightning) but I think thats ok. Sometimes we need emotional, it gets our attention and helps us to stop and process things.
New International Version (NIV)
26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
“Mommy why did you stop the car?” “Because there is a stop sign.” “Why do we stop at the stop sign?” “Because we have to so we don’t get into an accident.” “Why?” “Because we have to.” ”But why? “I don’t know! We just do!”
Conversations like this are a non stop occurrence in my house, car, and shopping cart. Wherever my toddler is, a never-ending stream of questions is not far behind. I know these are teachable moments but they can also be trying moments. I feel like I need a Google widget at my disposal 24/7. Then when a construction truck drives by I can say, “that’s a giant excavator” instead of “hey there goes a scooper digger thing.” Although, for the record, I am well versed in all things construction thanks to extended viewings of Bob the Builder 🙂
I know that as my kids get older they will out grow the “why” phase. They will still have questions, but will stop looking to mom for all the answers. That is a scary thought, not because I have all the answers, but because I can decide what they are exposed to. My earnest prayer is that I can equip them to find answers in the right places. Somehow, in spite off the craziness of our days, I want them to see me living a life full of Jesus. So they will turn to Him first when they are seeking answers.
Lord help me show grace and forgiveness to my children just as you have shown it to me. Help me model your love and joy to them. I pray when they have questions and are seeking, they seek you first.
And as for you, brothers and sisters, never tire of doing what is good. -2 Thessalonians 3:13
For the record I love being a mom and especially a stay at home mom. I fully realize how blessed I am to be with my kids 24/7. I also realize many women don’t want to, or simply can’t, stay home with the kids. I am not judging. I don’t think I am a better mom because I’m a stay at home mom. I’m grateful to have the option. For me, I would choose second hand clothes over a power suit any day. That’s how I’m built. My heart aches when I am away from my kids. Yes, the non-stop craziness sometimes makes me feel and look like a zombie. The green-eyed monster does get me at times and I envy other women’s stylish haircuts and trendy clothes. I dream of a house, with a second bathroom, that I would ban the boys from using. For me to stay at home our family has to make sacrifices, and it’s not always easy. Daily I pray for contentment and wrestle with my selfish desires. Right now I’m reading a parenting devotional, written by Gary Thomas, entitled Devotions for Sacred Parenting. It’s a short book with only one devotional a week. The lessons are encouraging and help me keep my focus on the important things. If you’re a parent, stay at home or not, I pray that God will encourage you and fill you with joy and, with His strength, allow you to meet each days challenges.
Have a great weekend! Hope to talk to you soon…