I walked over to the kitchen sink to get some water and saw all the dishes there. They rudely reminded me how crappy the day felt. How terrible I must be to not get the dishes done before my children were in bed. My children who were being loud in their bedroom while they should’ve been sound asleep. It’s the little things that make me … Continue reading The Makings of a Great Mom
It was a rainy day. I watched over the balcony as the rain fell over the mountains, and I looked down at the exact door I walked through over five years ago on our honeymoon. We had a perfect view of the room we stayed in. It felt a little surreal to see it from up high as my three boys ran around the room … Continue reading In the Trenches
…Right? I wish. More like, “I have three kids, I care less about most things.” Should I give you examples of what that looks like? Do you care? Doesn’t matter, I’m sharing. I let my boys play with stupid junk, like the green stoppers they put in your Starbucks cup to keep it from spilling. Kind of gross, but they think it’s great. As long … Continue reading I Have Three Kids, I’m an Expert
When I look at pictures from a few years ago when we had one baby, I cringe a little bit. Not because we were bad at being parents, but because we were incredibly naive about a lot of it. I will openly admit that I have a pride issue when it comes to parenting. I don’t read parenting books because I like to think I … Continue reading The Truth of My Parenting
It’s been a long four months. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have any kids, sometimes even harder to explain to those who are years outside of first having kids. I got in a funk this time after having a baby. I’ve had three babies, three totally different experiences in parenthood. For some reason, this time has left me walking in circles, harder … Continue reading The Postpartum Funk
I like to know where I’m going. Like when I’m following directions, I know my next four turns before they arrive. Preparation. No surprises.
In other words, the exact opposite of parenting.
Last night I laid in bed planning out the next year for Asa. His bedding, clothes, haircut, things to buy. And then my mind went into overdrive, going over all the terrors of having three boys, another two-year old, more stuff to buy, potty training. Potty training. So much potty training. Continue reading “Nothing & Everything about Parenting”
I’m preaching to myself today as much as anyone else. This week has been rough, despite the great celebrations of my son’s first birthday and the discovery of a third boy entering our family soon. But guys, let’s be real, the devil never rests, so I’m speaking Truth a little louder for you & for myself.
I will become a mom of three boys in March. Three boys. Three. I am coaching myself through it, feeling relieved that although a girl would’ve been amazing, I can now breathe a little easier knowing I have done this two times already.
But before I step out into the confidence that I wish I could say I felt, I am sinking deeper into doubt. Parenting is rough. Being a mom is a servant’s job some days, other days the most rewarding experience of all. At the sound of the “I love you’s” and the sweet slobbery kisses, I know I am loved. But I also know that I am tired, I am on my knees, and I am praying for grace over and over and over. Continue reading “What a Mom Wants”