Some friends recently reminded me of a site that houses some awesome Christian missionary music, saying that their kids really love it. I’m placing it in this list amongst some other ideas for wholesome ways to get through the witching hour, which in our home can happen at any time, but most often it’s the 2 hours before Daddy gets home which feels like 5 hours. I think you know what I mean. I’m doing this to remind myself of the options. It may assist others as well! Continue reading
Both kids are quiet,
Or very near,
That blissful state.
What just happened? Continue reading
“I’ve been there too” are some of the most helpful words I have heard as a mom. Recently, I had a fellow mom say it to me when my son was displaying typical two-year old behavior at the park. I will not go into the specific behavior, but let’s just say, it took a lot of patience and redirecting on my part. This other mom understood what was going on and assured me that she had been there herself with her other children.
How good it felt to find out that I was not the only one who struggled with a park mishap. We moms give each other lots of advice and tips, which are all good, but the best part for me is the simple assurance that someone else has been there too… and got through it just like I will.
Departing from the heavier, more spiritual topics I’ve been focused on over the past few weeks, I wanted to share some recipes today. Specifically, rice-and-bean recipes. Beans and rice are the centerpiece of my family’s diet; my husband and I consider ourselves “flexitarian”, meaning we enjoy meat every now and then but eat mainly vegetarian meals. There are lots of ways to eat vegetarian without having so many beans, but beans happen to work great for our family’s budget, palate, and health. We felt super-validated this weekend when the Wall Street Journal ran an article proclaiming, “The secrets of the world’s longest-lived people include community, family, exercise, and lots of beans.” Continue reading
“…While to that Rock I’m clinging…”
I’m sitting here at the gym, not working out. It’s been a rough week, vehicle-y speaking. (The above photo of the worst wreck I’ve ever seen is one of the few things that didn’t happen regarding my car this week. No, that piece of work happened several years ago in the middle of the night. Luckily, I wasn’t in the car and no one was hurt.) But the way this week has gone, I could feel something like I did when I walked out my front door and saw that for the first time. Continue reading
Several months back, a friend said to me, “you’re in survival mode”. At the time, it really helped me. I realized she was correct, and the clarity it brought to my situation also helped me cope with it better, both emotionally and physically. I wish I could describe it clearly, but I don’t remember exactly what we were going through at the time. I think if you’re also in survival mode, you know instinctively what I mean. (For that matter, as I learned in preparation for laboring, one aspect of the fight or flight mechanism is that, once it’s all over, your body’s hormones assist your mind in forgetting the trauma. So It’s natural and good that I don’t remember!)
Since that time, another friend has brought it up that I’m in survival mode, and I even wrote a little about it recently, here. But something about being in survival mode is bothering me. Continue reading
A few years ago, when I was pregnant with my second daughter, I was down in the dumps for awhile. Although I’ve been blessed with easy pregnancies, I had a hard time emotionally dealing with the sickness and fatigue of the first trimester. But I spent some time thinking and praying about what I could do to keep myself on a more even keel, and came up with this list … which has served me well since then, during rainy days, long winters, and tough toddler phases 🙂 Continue reading
I recently had a play date with another mom and her kids. The morning of the play date I felt really tired because I didn’t sleep well the night before. I kept waking up during the night worried about not being able to sleep. thus losing more sleep. That morning getting my toddler’s diaper changed was a battle, getting him to put on pants was a battle, putting him into the car seat was a battle. Plus, I spent a good deal of time that morning making a childproofing contraption out of cardboard and duct tape to prevent him from touching the buttons on the side of the TV. (As of editing this post, the contraption has fallen apart).
So, that morning I called my friend to tell her it would be at least 15 minutes before we might even be getting into the car. It would then be another 15 minutes to get to her house. As I drove there I realized my eyes were a little hazy, and that I should have stopped to get coffee on the way and had missed my chance. I got to her house, and she greeted my with her usual, “would you like a cup of tea?” I love tea, so I immediately responded with, “as long as it’s caffeinated YES please!” She then offered me some deliciously flavored coffee that was still on the pot.
We sat in her living room and had a normal mom conversation that soon delved into a more deep conversation. Our little ones played together (and occasionally we both refereed squabbles over sharing toys). Sitting on her comfy chair and drinking coffee was a gift from the Lord. Her friendship at that moment was a gift from the Lord. Friendship and support are one of the best gifts we can give to each other as moms. Whether she knew it or not, her time spent with me gave me renewed energy to make it through the day.
Let me not forget to pray for fellow moms both local and afar, who are a gift to me. Let me always be ready to look for ways to support these moms in prayer and friendship. Let me be ready to reach out to moms I do not know. Let me be an encouragement to them.
Josh was up for over an hour Mothers’ Day night, inconsolable. I paced the floors and had to admit that at least this way we were burning off some of the approximately 2000 extra calories I had consumed that day. It’s just one way I assume the best of my children.