As I bustled about my morning getting ready to go to town, the weight of this week bore down heavy on me. In stark contrast to the blessed calm of last week, this week finds us shuttling from here to there with appointments four of the five days. Yesterday and today were doubtful that I'd even get out at all, because there are freezing rain warnings and I don't have winter tires on yet. Those are sitting in my basement, awaiting the day when I can leave the van with my husband so he can put them on. As I rushed through getting ready listening to the kids bouncing off the walls downstairs, and the baby crying outside the bathroom door, rushing to get ready for his overdue doctors appointment which I'm not even sure I'll be able to make, I know this is only the start of a very busy week - and it weighs on me.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
I had a brief but fruitful conversation with a friend of mine the other day. It was while our children were in a class together and we waited outside with our younger children, trying to have a grown-up conversation while simultaneously keeping our hooligans out of trouble (you know how it is!) In this quiet, slightly chaotic moment we shared together our difficulties carving out time for personal prayer. And she told me that she's started carrying her bible around the house with her, because inevitably at one point or another she will have free time. It may not be first thing in the morning, it may not be when she's scheduled it. But if she's attentive, God always sends a quiet moment for her to turn her heart to Him. And when she is prepared, she can take it in.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Aaron is my fifth child to turn five, and this birthday has me pondering a lot of things. He is the latest born of all our children, and by far the most intense. When my oldest turned five it was such new territory but I've done this a few times now, and still there is always something different about each one. And Aaron I think has been the most unique so far. Because when I think I have everything figured out and I know the way things should go or where children should be, he's the one who teaches me that each child is unique, that each has his own way, and I need to learn from him rather than imposing my own views of how I think he should be. Which is not unlike this day five years ago, when he made his grand entrance into the world.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Long before kids are actually kids, parents (or at least we did) dream of what kind of family they'll be. Never having been too sporty myself but recognizing the importance of sports to a child's development (and honestly, just seeing that the cooler kids growing up were generally the more sporty ones) I thought for sure we would steer our kids in that direction. As the kids have grown we've tried several different things over the years, some of which have become mainstays in our family life, and others which have fallen into the category of "not for us but we gave it a shot".
Sunday, October 25, 2015
So - I've been a bit busy. Like, super-busy. Life since at least when the baby was born (and maybe even a bit before) has been a whirlwind, and I'm getting overwhelmed. My husband is always very kind to remind me that we just had a baby four months ago and that will change things, but I feel like the baby is the least of it. It's everything that just seems to be coming at us non-stop that really has me tuckered out. Just as soon as we crest one mountain we see that there is still more to climb and frankly, I'm running out of steam. I've been saying for a while that I've lost my groove but now I'm convinced that there just isn't a groove at all. It's been overwhelming.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Like most parents, I don't like to hear my children cry. My second son was our most fussy baby, and I did not handle his crying very well at all. I tried countless things in an attempt to fix his problem, old wives tales that never worked, changed my diet, snuggled him, let him "cry it out" - nothing. The more I tried the more frustrated we both were. And I've shared previously some of my biggest parenting regrets were during his infancy, when I just could not handle all his crying. I felt like a failure, I questioned why a God in charge of the infinite universe could not solve my son's obvious intestinal distress. I talked to therapists who gave completely impractical and unusable advice, and in the end just had to make peace with the fact that this little guy was a crier.