🎶only a boy named🎵… Simon

29 Mar

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What is the significance of the items in this image? Yes, it’s a little boy’s dress sock and a small rubber cow.

I was doing laundry and discovered the duo. You see, the song “Only a Boy Named David” and the bible story of David and Goliath is a favorite around our house. So, naturally, when you pretend to be David you must have a sling!

I mistakenly thought I had successfully confiscated all of the make – shift “slings” around our house.  Goggles… belts… you name it.

Never underestimate the power of imagination and ingenuity.  When you stuff a little rubber cow in a sock … tada! You have a sling that can go ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round and …. hit your sister (Goliath!) in the head.
Love seeing the bible come to life in our home, even if it means a disgruntled sibling calling for an ice pack. 😂

quotable

19 Jan

While sitting at the breakfast table…

Jadon: “We need to obey this week, guys.”       Simon:  “Yeah, we are going to do better.”

While chasing each other playing David and Goliath…

Simon (who was about to be overtaken):  “I trust you, Jesus!”

 

Identity Crisis

15 Jan

The house has been semi quiet since 9:20 pm.  I believe we set a record!  I climbed into bed and thought drifting off to sleep would be easy. 

Raelee woke.
Heard footsteps. Sent a little girl back to bed.
Heard a few odd noises. Walked into the hall to see a light on – then found a little girl having a tea party on her bed.

It’s now nearly midnight. Sleep teases me. My mind is busy. I can’t seem to find the “nothing box.”

In recent weeks I have thought of writing down all the thoughts that I can’t seem to sort through.  Maybe writing them will help the sorting process.  Maybe sharing them will make me too vulnerable.  It’s a chance I may or may not take… the publish button will taunt me,  I’m sure!

I’ve thought so much about our story to parenthood.  It’s a fun one to tell.  I love our story. But sometimes I don’t love what it has done to me.

Going from 0 to 3 in one week will put years on one’s face and a few gray hairs on one’s head. Literally. 

We welcomed 2 little 16 month old boys into our home, and exactly one week later we welcomed our first baby girl. I’m not sure how long that adjustment period lasted.  I think it was at least a year.  Or maybe we are still in it?  We tried learning the wants and needs of 2 little toddlers, all while appeasing a colicky baby – I remember one guest saying “it’s a chorus!” while the 3 cried simultaneously.  Yes, sometimes there were 4 of us crying. 🙂 

I hesitate to post this. Because I remember all too well being on the opposite side of all of this.  An empty nest. Empty arms. Aching heart. Praying for a house full of children!  Those were hard times.  Our hardest.  So I feel guilty sometimes about expressing any kind of stress or exaustion that comes with raising children. I am thankful for my blessings, and I pray that if you are in a time of grief or waiting that God will be to you what He was to me during that period. He truly was my Strong Tower… my comfort and strength.

And He’s still that to me, and more. 

Back to sorting.

I guess this post would be addressed to my peers and close family – those who have witnessed my transition to motherhood during these past two years… those who sat behind me in church and got annoyed at how distracting I was… those who tried having a conversation with me only to be left standing alone while I chased one on the loose.

To you: thank you.

Thank you for your support and love.  Thanks for telling me I was going to make it, that I was doing fine. Thanks for offering to help. Thanks for the hug, for the smile, for listening.

Thank you for being patient with me as I find the new me.  I am still trying to figure out who that is! Does every mother go through this!? I feel as though my overall vocabulary has diminished to about 100 words. I struggle to talk intelligably with other adults. I hear myself talking and wonder why you are even listening to me. I don’t even know what is coming out of my mouth, yet you listen and nod your head.  Thank you.

A huge shout out to my husband who is the most patient man on earth… he made the transition to daddy look so easy. He instantly loved our Jadon and Simon. He slept through the crying of …. oh wait, I mean He adjusted to interruptions during the night. 🙂  He doesn’t expect his needs to come before anyone else’s in our home. He’s truly a servant. I would not want to be on this journey with anyone else by my side.  He loves and gives unselfishly.  He may be rolling his eyes on the other end of the line when he calls home to hear about my day, but I’d never know it. He, more than anyone, has been patient with me as I learn the role of mommy. 

I think we finally may be finding our normal.  We made it through the first year with 3, then an unexpected pregnancy, and the birth and adjustment with #4.  Thank the Lord for His help! I have leaned hard on His strength this past year more than any other.

This morning I read about ‘the bottom line’ – when you sign the bottom line on a contract, you make sure to read all the terms, conditions, and fine print. But Jesus wants us to sign on the bottom line of an empty page so that He can fill in the details. Is it risky?  With anyone else it would be.  But when we are signing to Him it makes all the difference. It actually makes perfect sense! He has it all planned, He knows the bends in the road, the mountains,  the valleys, the transitions that lie ahead. My times are in His hands. It’s an exciting journey!

Thanks for listening, again. ☺

surviving the moments

8 Dec

Last week I posted about some of my more melancholy moments… and about how I was cherishing these days that are slipping by much too quickly.

Then there are days that don’t go by fast enough.

Yesterday.

“How to survive with 4 kids ages 3 and under.”

That is exactly what I typed in my Google search bar.  I was desperate for any practical advice or encouragement to get through my day of chaos!

Now here I am with my thermos of coffee, Raelee down for her morning nap, and a little boy tucked back into bed because he was told “no, you can’t get up until the sun comes up.”  …. This morning I’m cherishing these last quiet moments before the house comes alive.

Thanking God that He is my strength.  He is my help. He is patient. He is my Teacher. He is compassionate.  He is loving. He is ever-present in my time of need.  

Help me, Father, to reflect Jesus to my children today.

And by the way, I did find some encouragement during my Google search:

The Everyday Question of Motherhood

Motherhood as a Calling

Update:
Within a few moments of posting, I was greeted with these silly morning faces.
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The sun is up. Have a great day!

weak gifts

4 Dec

For various reasons, this Christmas our families have mutually decided to do scaled back gift exchanges.  Not that we usually do elaborate ones…! White elephant gifts and small stocking stuffers is the plan. Small gifts.

I was reminded of all of this as I read from Kinlaw’s This Day with the Master. He writes,”…the GREATEST GIFT we have to offer God is our WEAKNESS.” Key verses 2 Cor. 12:9-10 – My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness … for when I am weak, then I am strong. 

I don’t have much to offer …. but wait, I do.  So many broken pieces.  “It’s amazing what God can do with a broken life when he has all the pieces.” I don’t recall who said that, but it is oh so true.  It’s my gift to Him today. Every day.  And it’s ugly, to me at least.  But it’s beautiful to Him.  “We can rejoice in our very weaknesses, because our lack clears the way for the Spirit to be glorified. … our weaknesses can be a source of JOY. When we know we cannot provide what is needed, then He is free to occupy center stage.”

The little packages that we offer our families this year won’t be lavish by any stretch of the imagination, but they will be filled and given with so much love. ❤ 
In the same way, what I have to offer Christ is not impressive to the human eye, but it is all that He desires from me. I give it freely, and it is enough … because He is enough.

May you find the JOY of giving Him your greatest gift.

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Melancholy Moments

3 Dec

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I enjoy opening the blinds each morning and welcoming the day.  This morning I paused to notice the dusting of snow on the little outdoor toys. I need to put them away for the winter.

In a few months the leaves will be on the trees again, we will watch the farmer prep the field that is across the road. We will excitedly  pull out the hose to clean off the cart, tricycle, and dump trucks.   But will their legs be too long for the pedals? Will J still fit in the cart and let E push him around?  Will the little dump truck give them just as much enjoyment as it has the past 2 summers? Or will they rather run off to climb the little trees, play tag, and build forts with daddy’s leftover wood scraps?

How will their play change? How much will they grow?

I have these moments to hold in my hand …. they are slipping through my fingers like sand.

Cherishing today.

Simon Joel

1 Dec

20151107_124611I could keep this super short, and say: For tidbits on Simon, see post on Jadon and think OPPOSITE.

Simon is usually the last one out of bed.  When he first gets up he has one thing on his mind. Milk.  It’s like his coffee.  He can’t function without it. After he has a full cup of cold milk he’s all set … he may just sit at the table and stare out the window for a while, or he may lay in the middle of the floor with one tractor and push it back and forth.  He runs in a very slow gear.

I saw the title of an article that intrigued me, but I never did read it.  I should.  I’m going to need it.  It was something like “When Your Child’s Personality Rubs You the Wrong Way.”  Yes, that sounds bad, but it’s 20150925_202328really not.  I’m learning to appreciate the pros of his personality.  But I do have to admit it’s not easy on me!  Simon would be perfectly fine for someone else to feed him, dress him, and tend to his every need.  “Mommy, you can feed me if you want.”  “Ellyana, you want to go upstairs and get me my kajamas?”  (intentional spelling)  🙂  “Jadon, you want to put my socks on me?” …. AHHHHH!   Funny thing is that Jadon and Ellyana love to be busy, so they are usually more than happy to run his errands and do his work.  We have the “do it yourself – don’t be lazy – finish the job” conversation. Alot.

But there are so many things about his personality that keep me sane.  He is FUNNY.  He makes me LOL quite often!  He likes to sing (the ones he makes up are classic … my personal favorite, “God loves me on accident” … not sure on the theology behind that one, but it had me giggling!). He is loving. He loves to sit and chat. He already uses words of affirmation that melt my heart. “Thank you, Mommy, for this yummy food.”  “You’re doing a good job, Mommy.”  Sigh.  I guess his wife will just have to appreciate the fact that even though he’s too lazy to help her with the dishes, at least he’ll tell her she’s beautiful while she’s doing them!   20151006_133013

Simon’s attention to the smallest detail is amazing. He’s the first to tell me that my light fixtures need cleaned… he notices if a graphic is different on the cereal box… he knows when the condiments on the fridge door are different or out of place.

Sime-a-roo.  We love you. You are a one-of-a-kind, incredible kid.

 

 

 

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