What I didn’t realize was that instead of preaching the Gospel to myself all those years staying home with my kids, I preached a different anthem.Read More
“Growth looks like...nothing.” These words had me murmuring yeses and amens when my friend Breanne spoke them. Most of the time growth doesn’t announce itself, it doesn’t look like anything in particular on any given day. Like that old cliche about faith and the wind….you can’t see it but you can feel it. Well with growth...you usually don’t see it or feel it until you are forced into a situation that requires your growth to come into play, and then it kiiiinnnnddd of looks like something.
For me, growth kinda looks like an abandoned dirty kitchen at 7:40 a.m. on a weekday.Read More
Today there will be many feelings. But this is your baseline: They are ready. They are, they really are ready for this. And so are you. There will be a moment (maybe a few) when you think…Read More
I’m sitting here in a dimly light kitchen while three-fifths of our family sleeps soundly in their beds and all I want, honest-to-goodness, hand-over-my-heart, all I want is to sleep. But one-fifth of our family is suddenly feeling very scared of the dark and can’t fall asleep. You know it’s funny, you think once you stop with the midnight feedings and diapers you will actually get to sleep like a normal person again.
All of our kids have been on the struggle bus lately. Lots of big feelings. LOTS. Something shifted for them recently, but really we’re all feeling it. It’s the click, click, click of the ride when it’s far too late to change your mind and that big hill is getting closer. Only now as summer is closing, it feels more like click….click…….click……..and then, we plunge. The stomach-in-your-throat, “I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I might like this or I might have made the biggest mistake of my life” feeling is just under the surface, waiting. Waiting exactly 12 days and then...we plunge. The closer we get to the beginning of the school year, the slower and scarier those clicks become.
This ride starts with that too slow and too fast jolt over the biggest hill you’ve ever seen. That’s how it works, that’s how all roller coasters get their momentum and speed, and excitement. That’s also how major life changes work, the too slow and too fast jolt over the biggest thing.
The utter delight and excitement I have can only be matched by the pain in my stomach and tears that come with no warning. All my babies are growing and going and living a little tiny bit of their own lives away from me. All of them will be out of my protection for hours, not able to get a pep talk or a hug until we see each other after whatever happened, has already happened.
I’m feeling all the maternal feelings, but also I’m feeling an excited anticipation. Really, I promise. I can be my own self for hours each weekday. I can be independent and brave and conquer projects and dreams and do good things. And I can also do all the chores and the errands and then have mind-space to give actual attention to my kids when we reunite. And! They are learning! And having fun! And learning their giftedness. And making friends. And having their own little agendas and purposes for each day.
In this whirlpool of emotions, I’m trusting that after the plunge we will all be doing great and adjusting very well. But I’d be a fool and a liar if I couldn’t admit that the click, click, click and the steep plunge at the beginning are going to be….well, they are going to be what they are: kind of terrifying. I’ve had a baby, toddler or child with me every day for 8 (9 if you count pregnancy time) years. Almost a decade of having a little chick under my wing. Ugh….why did I wait in line so eagerly for this school roller coaster ride again?
Then again...quiet coffee shops and mompreuring doesn’t sound so bad.
I can’t deny that with a deep sense of satisfaction and some relief, there also lingers a guttural melancholy. There’s a particular sense of sadness when a goodbye is permanent which throbs in my stomach when I sit still. An overarching sense that says, “This is right. It’s time to move forward.” reverberates through my bones, and yet….Read More
I wish someone had told me that not only is it impossible to be the “everything” woman, but it’s boring. The best thing, the very best thing about growing into new seasons is that YOU get to experience it. You get to see what YOU are like as a career woman, what YOU are like as wife, what YOU are like as a mom.
One of the most giant realizations I’ve had and embraced about myself lately is that I’m a salty mom. That’s who I am.Read More
You are here. Right now.
If I’m being really truly honest, here isn't a place I'm enjoying…and I know it’s kind of icky to read a mom say that…it’s icky to be the mom who feels it. Oh wouldn’t I love to be floating on cloud of motherly contentment with this season! But this season of motherhood is just hard and so tiring. Wouldn’t it be delightful if enchantment for every single season of life just naturally swelled in us and flowed out of us? Instead, I’ve been fighting, sometimes spitting mad, against this season and I’m exhausted…so I’m done. I’m done fighting it. I’m here. Here is where I am right now, today.
Accepting this basic condition of my reality means admitting an ugly truth to myself and even more so to the Giver of Life. Facing the nasty brass tacks of my sinfulness, yet again, I found mercy and grace on the other side. And that brings me here, to all of you, because I have this little inkling that maybe…just maybe I’m not the only one digging my heels in and demanding to be somewhere else past or future but this present place just isn’t my cup of tea.Read More
“Please. Just don’t give up on Jesus” the Mennonite minister begged through tears after his son confided in him that he was gay. That was the father’s biggest concern: don’t give up on Jesus. Those words reverberated through my mind and my heart for weeks. No matter what changes, what is lost, what is found: please don’t give up on Jesus.Read More
When You Need To Remember LossRead More
I catch myself in these terribly cliche moments of momstering on the drive to church and I hate it. So this year, with the onset of varying school drop off schedules, pick up lines for dayzzz, bible study mornings, MOPS, and my part time job, I couldn't continue in my frantic ways. Something had to change, so I've taken up a new spiritual practice.Read More