Raising little women

As we walked into church I heard my 7 year old whisper: I hope I'm pretty enough. 

OH girl. First, you are beautiful and perfect just as you are, and I will tell you that as many times as you will listen to me. 

But second - my sweet girl, the world is going to say you're not pretty enough. Friends are going to tell you that. If you are looking for a human voice to reassure you, they will all at some point let you down.

Only one voice matters, and if you could learn at 7 to listen to that voice and ignore the others, you would save yourself so much heartache. Jesus says you are perfect, just the way you are. Jesus created every part of you, before you were even born. He says you are wonderfully made, and He made a plan for your life before it started. He knows every hair on your head - He designed it!

I know you have to make your own mistakes and learn your own lessons. I pray that I can help you through those battles and that you arrive on the other side with confidence in who and how God made you. 

Sweet girl, you won't be "enough" for the world. You don't have to be. Oh that I could help you understand without the years of insecurity in that process. Much love - and empathy - from your momma. 

Oh baby

 Thoughts on pregnancy, maternity leave, and life with baby #3...

Drove past a Chic fil a catering van. Lettering on the van says "driver does not carry any cash". What an odd thing to say. If this pregnant lady robbed a Chic fil a catering van - let me reassure you it would not be for the cash. 

Have mastered using my toe to hit part of the ctrl-alt-delete combo on my laptop while nursing an infant.

If the kids aren't all crying, does it even really count as dinner?

The car pick-up line at school - where you're trying to simultaneously keep the baby asleep and the 3 year old awake. 

Might have 3 kids when you hear a random baby crying and instinctively start swaying as if to rock him.

Pumping on the way to work is a whole new level of complication when you have to drop 1 or 2 kids off on the way. 

Most of my day is spent playing the super fun game: why is THAT wet?

Me when I see somebody else with 3 kids: wow, they have a lot of kids. Wait... 

 

JFF: Christmas movie ranking

 Just for fun: what's your Christmas movie score? I should probably (definitely) be painting the bathroom instead of typing this, but I'm not going to fight Hallmark this time. If you were in a Christmas movie, how would you rank? 

Do you:

get a real Christmas tree +2

go to get said tree on foot with the expectation that Mr. Right will appear to carry it home +4

wear a suit to work -1

do woodworking +3

have handmade ornaments on your Christmas tree +2

order presents from Amazon -2

decorate your car like a reindeer +1

occasionally work nights and weekends -3

have a secret family cookie recipe +2

put Christmas garlands around each door frame in your home +3

start listening to Christmas music in October +1

answer work phone calls outside of working hours -2

have real poinsettias on every surface in your home +3 

have poor communication skills, specifically with your future spouse +4

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This post inspired by my brother in law, as it occurred to me that his recent woodworking skills made his value in a Christmas movie dramatically increase. In an unexpected twist of fate, he is married to the Queen of Christmas. Christmas magic never lies.

Thoughts @ Thirty

Since I passed a milestone this year, I wanted to commemorate some of my thoughts and life lessons at this point in my life. This is mainly for my own benefit, so I can compare my thoughts in the future.

Lessons learned in my twenties:
~Whenever possible, avoid melting plastic in the dishwasher. My first thought was - I think we'll have to move.
~"Clear care hydrogen peroxide" is not meant to be used as normal contact solution. Especially not on night one of vacation at an all inclusive resort, where you have to walk 3 miles blind with burning eyes to find a real bottle of contact solution (for which you gladly trade $90 and your right arm).
~ Do the hardest thing first. I've heard some philosophies that differ, but this works for me. Make the dreaded phone call first, do the worst project first, and get it off your shoulders.
~ If you never turn the TV on, you never have to turn it off.
~Say yes. Say yes to making the presentation, to trying the new group, to taking the opportunity. My mama's words ring in my head all the time "doing things you don't like to do develops character". (My 4 year old's response is "I don't think I want character"). Say yes to what scares you, because it will force you to grow.
~Say no. I'm just grasping at the edges of this lesson, but I'm starting to get it out of sheer necessity. If you never say no you will burn out and lose out on what should be the priority. "Even the good is the enemy of the best". 
~Love your people. You are going to lose some of them, and it will crush you. 
~ Give yourself some grace. I want my house to be "not lived in clean", but it just so happens that it is lived in by two small heathens. Someday I will have more than 60 seconds to tackle a project without being disrupted by said heathens. Someday I will miss those precious little arms that wrap around my legs and my neck and limit the cleaning I can accomplish. So for now I love on the babies, do my best for the house, and give myself a little grace for the baseboards.
~Be kind to everyone. We have no idea the battles they are fighting. Life is hard - let's not make it harder for each other.

~Be where your feet are. I can't say it better than Jim Elliot: wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation that you believe to be the will of God. 

Cheers to thirty ;)

COVID ramblings

A collection of random thoughts during quarantine that I could have put individually on social media, but didn't. You're welcome.

I don't get the toilet paper shortages. Were people not using toilet paper before? Does everyone have 100 rolls stockpiled now? Our toilet paper consumption and purchasing patterns have not changed...

Quarantine gave me the opportunity to try some different jobs. I think I am ok as a preschool teacher, but at best I'm a mediocre hairdresser.

Apparently in our normal lives we basically live at the grocery. Did not realize how much we went there until we intentionally tried not to go.

I'm not a big shopper, but I really just want to go to Hobby Lobby and walk around. I don't want to buy anything, but I just want the option of a completely non-essential trip.

Life for working parents is only going to be more difficult after COVID. Will daycares have to reduce the number of kids in attendance? Will daycares refuse to watch kids with runny noses? Sick kids are already the bane of my working parent existence, and I think it's about to get worse.

Quarantine means finally using all the stuff in our freezer: lamp chops and shark meat for dinner at our house. My husband now makes tortilla shells and bread from scratch. This is normal, right?

I never thought I'd say I was tired of wearing jeans. Apparently I don't own enough jeans. I just want to wear dress clothes again!
On the jeans note... it's been a long time since I wore so many jeans. It's made me realize that other than the two maternity jeans I bought in 2015, my next most recent jeans purchase was somewhere between 8-10 years ago. I'm not sure if that means I'm an adult or if that means I need to go shopping.

As a former homeschooler, I think it's so neat how many people scrapped e-learning and bought or created their own curriculum (with teacher approval). After 30 years of hearing people hate on homeschooling, I want to yell "that's the beauty of homeschooling! you get to recognize that different methods work for different kids, and you have flexibility to make an individual plan!" This is why many people homeschool... it's not because they hate socialization. Ok, off my soapbox.

Dr. Eric Yazel should get a Nobel peace prize. And a Pulitzer, I think Facebook counts as journalism now.

You know you're a parent in quarantine when:
-it occurs to you this would be a marvelous time for potty training.
-the fact that you must take solo trips to the grocery (no kids) is not at all terrible. The trips only occur infrequently, but they are still basically a vacation.

During COVID I tend to start emails to clients with 'I hope you are doing ok'. Perhaps that is something I should keep. Compassion for each other's well being matters even when it's not a pandemic.

My 3 year old's comments:
On wearing a mask: "I can't wear a mask. It will cover up my beautiful face!"
When she first got to see my sister after quarantine: "Aunt Rebecca! It's Mia, do you remember me?!"

Grace for the mom

Now that I’m three years into this parenting trip, I am picking up breadcrumbs of what it means to be a mom – emotionally, physically, mentally. A recurring challenge that surfaces both in my head and in conversations with other moms stems from the pressures and expectations we deal with as moms. Some of these are really self-imposed, and some are projected on us (rightly or wrongly) by other people. As a new mom, I have been struck again and again with the need for grace. Grace for ourselves, grace for each other. It can be so easy to judge, but we don’t know the battles a mom has fought just to be where she is. Here are some thoughts that have been building up in my head – reminders for myself and anyone who needs them – to be kind to others and to be kind to yourself.

Grace for the mom who goes to work every day and cries in the car because she misses her babies.

Grace for the mom who stays home with her kids and cries in the bathroom because she misses her career.

Grace for the mom who hasn’t been back to the gym since her baby was born and feels guilty for not investing time in her physical health.

Grace for the mom who still uses Johnson baby shampoo, lets her kids eat goldfish, and leaves the essential oils untouched in the cabinet.

Grace for the mom who is scared of her Instant Pot, and who isn’t nearly the cook she intended to be by the time she was 30.

Grace for the mom who snaps at her kids in Target: maybe she’s not a bad mom, maybe she’s just having a bad moment.

Grace for the mom who is always scrambling to get the laundry put away by bedtime, regardless of how early in the morning she started the load.

Grace for the mom who feels like she pours out her heart every day and still sometimes burns the muffins and forgets the meal train she signed up for (guilty!).

Grace for the mom who is just so, so tired: who rocks her baby as she watches the dawn creep in through the window, knowing that as the darkness disappears so does any chance for sleep before she heads into another long day.

Grace for the mom who falls into bed exhausted and lays awake overwhelmed with everything she didn’t accomplish that day.

It’s hard not to compare ourselves with others in this picture-perfect IG world. It’s hard not to fixate on our own impossible standard of perfection. Dwelling on feelings of guilt or failure truly accomplishes nothing – it only steals our joy and wastes our time. I’m probably a failure of a mom according to many standards, but at the end of the day I don’t have to answer to social media or my peers. I do have to answer to God for the way I’m spending my time and if I’m making the right choices for the sweet little faces that look up to me. I’m working to focus on the season I’m in, prioritizing what is important, and giving myself a little grace for the rest.

Mommin' ain't easy

Last week I was driving my daughter to dance class, stressing about work and letting the stress ruin my attitude. She was asking a million questions as usual, and I was short and exasperated with my answers. Suddenly she stopped and said in a small voice "I'm sad mommy, because you're upset." I apologized to her and explained I wasn't upset at her, but all I could think was - she is 3 years old and I'm already ruining her life.

The reality is setting in that my kids won't be babies forever. Babies are easy. You might not sleep and you might smell like spit-up and pumping in your car on a hot day is definitely no fun. But at the end of the day, as long as you are keeping them clean and fed and cuddled, that is all they really need. But toddlers. And kids. And teenagers. I have no idea how to emotionally parent a little human through those stages. I'm hoping it's one of those "one day at a time, learn as you go" situations. But I have to admit that I regularly pray that God would save my children from my own incompetency as a parent.

Last year I went through a class on Stasi Eldredge's Captivating book again, for the first time since I was a teenager. The video series followed several women as they explored how their past relationships impacted their self confidence and emotional well-being. Every single woman shared how they had been damaged by aspects of their relationship with their parents. The part that scared me as a parent was that most of the women weren't sharing stories of abuse. They were damaged emotionally because their dad didn't tell them he loved them enough, their mom didn't tell them they were pretty, their parents didn't come to enough sporting events, etc. I was a bit overwhelmed by the realization that each person's emotional needs are so different, that even if these parents thought they were doing right by their kids, they were missing the mark and these women were still trying to recover decades later. How the heck do I love my kids in the right ways so they aren't emotionally damaged in 30 years? (Yes, I'm familiar with the 5 love languages, and have heard that for kids you just need to pour on the love using all 5 languages, until you figure out what matters the most to your kids).

What I'm trying to say is - how do you prepare a kid for life when you're not sure you have it figured out yourself?

All I know at present is to make every day count. "Be where your feet are" is my latest motto. If my feet are at work, I need to be focused there. If my feet are running errands, I need to be aware of the needs of people around me. If my feet are beside my babies, I need to be present with them.

And yeah, maybe I should read some more parenting books. ;)