The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it. -Psalm 24:1
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My littlest mancub turns 9 months today. It has passed more quickly than any other. If only I had nothing to do each day but to oogle over his deliciousness. Today he is crawling…straight to the backdoor every chance he gets, climbing…all the way upstairs by himself, munching…chicken nuggets and bean and cheese burritos, giggling…hysterically at his brothers’ antics, fascinated…with the toilet and the dishwasher, growling…to show hearty approval and excitement, waiting…eagerly for bathtime, loving…his family. Happy 9 months, Precious. You are more than we ever hoped for, more than we deserve.
Motherhood is the most challenging job I’ve ever endeavored to do. The most rewarding…but the most difficult, indeed. I’m posting on the third chapter of Feminine Appeal today, the book I am studying with the ladies of my church. I hope you’ve chosen to read along with me month by month as we discuss one chapter at a time here at GraceLaced. When I was young and in school, I never aspired to being a mother, much less a mother of five…boys. I thought of children as “fun,” and little versions of us as parents. I thought of parenting and motherhood as being about ME, and not about Christ. I did not understand the high calling of motherhood when I was first initiated in 10 years ago. I have a much better understanding now, but continue to grow daily in the cultivation of a godly pursuit of my mission in motherhood. […]
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Sometimes you just need your mom. This past weekend, I needed… a superhero babysitter someone who’d find my baby as delicious as I do a helping hand in the kitchen empathy and sympathy unwavering support for my husband a listening ear someone to belly laugh with a shoulder to cry on girlie makeover partner a prayer warrior …a friend. And this past weekend…my mom traveled over 1,000 miles to provide, in all these ways and more. I needed her, but I think she needed me need her too. A mother-daughter relationship is often earned through strife, tears, forgiveness, and time. Ours is no different. A satisfying relationship with my mom is not the absence of conflict; it’s the presence of peace. It doesn’t rest upon what we don’t say, but what we learn to communicate. And, this weekend, our relationship did not recall how strong we convinced ourselves to be […]
When something’s amiss with one of your kids, life comes to a screeching halt in a mother’s heart. A long weekend and some time off usually brings the good stuff to the surface–even if the good stuff is hard stuff. The older boys are no longer thinking only on legos and trains…they are considering the world around them. They are processing what relationships are all about, inside the family and out. They are developing personal habits for how to respond to stress, fear, anxiety, and anger. They are starting to have thoughts that their own mother may not know about. I can see it on their faces, and in the questions they ask. They are boys becoming men. It occurred to me this past weekend, that I may be missing it…by assuming too much. I assume they know that Jesus loves them. I assume they know it’s okay to fail. […]
He’s silly, endlessly chatty, and blissfully unaware of the fact that he just turned 3…not 6. He loves sprinkles, and he loves to blow out any candle anywhere, while singing Happy Birthday to himself, any time of year… …and I love that there is something to celebrate and delight in with every age, and every stage (even at my own!) Birthdays remind us that it’s passing day by day. Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow’s a new adventure to discover. That’s what my 3 yr. old teaches me everyday.
…my little man is very interested in solid food… …teething and a chest cold makes naptime snuggle time… …and try as I might, I cannot help but get lost in his big, dewy, brown eyes… Can you? What fills your days…these days?
Our munching, sippy-cupping, army-crawling, giggling, continually moving, body-swiffering will-developing, cuddling, heart-melting, Number 5 is 6 1/2 months old…already.
When three mommy friends get together, sometimes their babies become great pals… …and, sometimes, one baby can have had enough fun… …and, one may just not know when to quit. Look out…Number 5 is a charmer!
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