If A Mama Wants to Shower - A True Story About My Morning

If a Mama wants to shower, she will go into the bathroom and see the thermometer sitting on the sink.  Then she will remember that she never checked the temperature of her sick child.

While on her way to check the child’s temperature she will see the diffuser and remember that she wanted to diffuse an anti-bacterial oil blend in the child’s play space.

While getting the oil diffuser set up the Mama will see the child’s sippy cup and remember that she needs to refill it with Gatorade.

While refilling the sippy cup (which must be washed first) she will realize the entire sink is filled with dirty dishes.  Chances are she’ll stop to wash them.

She will then discover that the dishwasher is full of clean dishes that must be put away.

While putting away dishes, the Mama will see that the breakfast table was never cleared.  Most likely she will want to get the refrigerated items put away.

While clearing the table she will discover that the floor hasn’t been swept in awhile.  She’ll stop and sweep the floor.

While sweeping the floor she’ll start thinking about how nothing is getting done and she’ll stop to write a funny story about it.

While on her computer anyway she’ll discover 4 new emails that need her attention and require follow up.

While thinking about those emails she’ll remember a few things that need to be added to her shopping list.

While finishing the shopping list she’ll realize that can’t go to the store yet because . . . .she hasn’t taken a shower.

So. . . . . .she’ll go upstairs to take a shower.  And on the way her husband will say, “Why haven’t you showered yet? I thought you were going to do that a long time ago.”

Who Will You See?

We recently returned from a trip to the "Happiest Place on Earth".  We planned and saved for the trip for 14 months.  We met all of Michael's family in Orlando and spent 3 1/2 days as a group of 16 touring the wonderful world of Disney.

We left from O'hare Airport on a cold January morning.  Both girls were dressed in T-shirts that said "1st Disney Trip".  One kind security guard took one look at my girls, smiled and started the following conversations:

Guard:  "How exciting you are going to Disney - who are you going to see?"
L:  With much excitement and awe, "Mickey & Minnie!!"
G:  With a sweet and innocent smile, "Grandma"

Be still my beating heart . . . .

Here they are after arriving at our hotel - it would still be another 24 hours before we would see Grandma, but I did send Grandma an email from the airport letting her know that her arrival would trump any princess or other character we would see during the trip!

Time Does Heal

February 17, 2010 - Michael had a conversation with his boss and a colleague that changed our life.  Things had been hard in his job for almost a full year - with ups and downs; days of encouragement and days of discouragement.  But on that day everything changed.  Our departure became eminent and our world was spinning.  

In the days that followed we cried, we prayed, we took some time away, we cried some more, we sought counsel and shortly there after Michael resigned from his job.

We were wronged.  We were hurt.  We were disillusioned.   We were confused.

But . . .God was gracious.  God was loving.  God was GOOD.  God's people were gracious.  God's people were loving.  God's people were good.

It was hard to imagine healing or to even be interested in the healing process, but we saw glimmers of hope that in time God would heal our hearts; our lives; and our family.

February 17, 2011 - As the day approached all kinds of emotions welled up inside of me.  We were still hurting, but God's provision was overwhelming.  We had a sick child; Michael was living in Chicago and the girls and I were living in central IL.  We were trying desperately to buy a house, get our daughter healthy, and move on with our life.  The week surrounding the "anniversary" was hard.  I cried more.  It was easy to blame all the hard things in our life on the events of the past year.  I wanted to place blame, I wanted to lash out. 

But . . . God was gracious.  God was loving.  God was Good.  God's people were gracious.  God's people were loving.  God's people were good.

February 16, 2012 - The phone rang.  Someone who had been significantly involved in our previous situation called to apologize.  Not just to Michael, but to me!!  Tears flowed.  He had no idea that he was calling so close to the anniversary of "the conversation".  The apologize was genuine, real, gut-wrenching, and accepted.

Forgiveness was granted.  The wounds were healing.

February 2013 - Dear friends in ministry were in the middle of a terribly difficult situation that mirrored ours in many ways (I've written a blog post about it, but for their sake am waiting until more time passes to post it.)  As February 17 approached emotions were stirred.  There was pain, but it wasn't as much.  There was anger, but it wasn't as much.  There was more hope than before. 

February 17, 2014 - the day came and went without any notice.  I didn't fear the day with dread.  There was no anger, no pain, no hurt.  Time is moving forward; my heart is healing.  Now instead of this day being a day I dread and lament with only memories of hurt, anger, and betrayal; the day can be a celebration of the life of my niece that began on that very day in 2010.  I worried that year that her birthday would always be shrouded in sadness for me.  But this year it was not - praise the Lord, who is the healer of broken hearts.

We bear a scar from the experience, which will always be with us.  And I'm sure like all scars will sometime in the future expose another layer of healing that need to happen.  But for now, I sing for praise that my God has used his character, his people, and time to heal my wound!

They Will Know We Are Christians By Our . . . . . .Love?????

There seem to be alot of very divisive topics in the Christian community these days.  Within the last several days I have seen and read passionate blog posts on GMOs, breast feeding, habits of the rich & poor, family size, and education of children . . .just to name a few.

Every person that has written or posted articles has given compelling reasons why their particular view on said topic is right.  Not just right, but Christian - God honoring.

My concern over all this passion is growing.

For starters on many of today's "hot" topics, I've read writings from Christians (often Evangelicals) on both sides of the issue.  Rarely have I read a writer conceding that perhaps thoughtful, intelligent, God-fearing people can feel differently about an issue. 

I'm reading alot of hate and anger and not sensing alot of grace.

Some of the things I've read have upset me.  I've felt compelled to defend myself more than once.  I stop; remind myself that the opinions expressed are just that . . . opinions.  I tell myself that I am accountable only to God for the decisions I am making.  What's best for my family isn't best for everyone's family.  After 5-10 minutes of self talk I can usually get back to a place of respect and appreciation for the opportunity of free speech.

But the thing that is bothering me more than the opinions expressed is the way in which we are doing it.  We are writing & posting these essays all over social media and as I said earlier, they are not always filled with love and grace.

So what are those who are not Christ followers seeing?  Are they seeing the love we have for each other?  Are they seeing Believers who genuinely want to encourage one another?  Are they seeing servant leaders who are willing to put aside the "right to be right" with humility? 

I fear they are not.  I fear they are seeing people filled with pride, anger (which is often NOT righteous), and hate.  I fear they are seeing people who are operating from places of fear and bondage rather than from love and freedom. 

Does what they see motivate them to follow Christ?  Does what they read cause them to ask more about this community of Believers who are supposed to be known by their love for each other and for God.

I fear the answer is no.

Our Family Tree

We had a new babysitter recently.  The girls LOVED her and are already talking about "the next time she comes".  We are especially excited because this particular babysitter is not from our church. (Church girls - we LOVE you too, don't worry!!)  But since most of the events that we need babysitters for are church activities - we use the same pool of sitters as four or five other families.  It can get kind of competitive as to who gets the babysitters first!

Our new sitter is my aunt's niece . . . . get it?  (If not - here's the skinny:  My aunt married my mom's brother and the new sitter is the daughter of my aunt's brother.  So she's not related to us - but we do share mutual cousins and an aunt and uncle.)

During the evening the girls were showing Lizzie their scrapbooks.  They happened upon a picture of one of the shared cousins.  Lizzie says, "Oh look - it's Jessica."  Imagine the shock . . . my girls were quite confused as to how Lizzie could possibly know Jessica.

HELLO worlds colliding.

Lizzie told the girls that Jessica was her cousin too.  Stop. the. presses. . . . how could this be?

We came home to this note, written by our 7 year old who was clearly shaken by the revelation:

For those who don't fluently read 1st grade print & spelling, let me translate:  "Lizzie is in our family.  I am embarrassed, not Grace.  Did you know before we told you.  Sign here . . . .yes . . . no . . . Circle if you know and write the word."

As you can see, we followed the instructions - by circling yes and writing the word.

The next morning we were discussing Lizzie's relationship to our family.  I was explaining this seemingly complicated relationship.  The discussion included why Lizzie isn't at most of our family events.  I explained to them that Lizzie was, in fact, at cousin Jim's wedding.  And we would most likely see her again when/if Jessica, John, & Nolan get married.  The girls were quick to assure me that we would see Lizzie at her own wedding . . . . . see I told you they loved her - they're already inviting themselves to her wedding.  So once I thought everything was understood, I asked for a recap to see if they had grasped the concept.  This was the answer from our 4 year old:

"It's like this - we have the same family, but she's not on any of the branches of OUR tree."

Letting Go

One of our summer goals was for L to learn how to ride a two wheeler.  We started practicing almost as soon as school was out in June.  We took off the training wheels and  gave it a try.  Michael and I took turns holding onto her seat while she peddled.  It didn't go well . . .

After just a few attempts the training wheels went back on the bike and summer progressed.  We tried a couple more times, but it seemed she just wasn't quite ready.

Last week we gave it one more try.  School was about to start and she wanted to accomplish her goal.  I admit as I unbolted the training wheels, I was less than confident.

We started again - her riding, me running behind holding the seat.  I just couldn't bring myself to let go of the seat.  She was too wobbly and wasn't  peddling fast enough.  I exhorted her to "keep her balance and peddle faster."  But we were in the same place as before.

Then something happened and I let go . . . . . .she kept peddling . . . and she didn't fall off the bike.

I was amazed and humbled.  Turns out I was the one holding her back.  All I needed to do was let go.  Once I did she was free to ride. 

I've thought and thought about this.  I wonder how many times as her mom, I have been unwilling to let go and therefor held her back from what she could have accomplished?  I thought she needed more balance and more speed, but all she really needed was the freedom to go.

I'm sure this will happen again.  Letting go is so hard - and there will be so much of it in the future.  I'll have to let her go more and more each year and ultimately I will have let her fly away.  I've heard the cliche about giving our children roots and wings, but this week the cliche made more sense to me than ever before.

The Secret to Being Kind

Our precious 3 year old has a tendency to throw temper tantrums when she doesn't get her way. We've been trying to teach her that if she would just use words instead of throwing a fit, sometimes we can make changes.

So a while back there was a morning she didn't want to wear the shirt I had picked out for her.  She really wanted to pitch a fit . . I could see the wheels turning in her head.  Finally she looked at me and said "Mama the arms in this shirt feel funny could I please not wear it?"  (Now it was in a whining voice - but I didn't care - she didn't throw a fit!)  PARENTING VICTORY.  Then she said, "Instead could I wear my 'I'm A Hoot' shirt?"  PARENTING VICTORY #2 -

So I began to poor on the praise. . . .thank you for using words . . . of course you can wear a different shirt . . . that is exactly how mommy & daddy want you to express your feelings. . . . that was so kind . .. etc, etc, etc.

Then she says . . . .

" Yep mom . it's because I'm naked.  It's just easier to be kind when I'm naked"

There you have it.