Showing posts with label Mama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mama. Show all posts

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Mother's Day

Being a mother is an incredible blessing.  Sure, it's hard.  Very hard.  Being a mother takes up all your time, completely changes your life style, and is messy, teary, and tantrumy.  But, it is amazing.  It is a gift from God.  And, I wouldn't change a thing about being a mother.

God has blessed me with some incredible mothers in my life.  My mom, my mother in law, Nana, and Granny are examples of Christian women, wives, and mothers.  They are the pillars of my family.  These women embody  what it takes to raise a family, run a household, and have a career.  They are my role models.

This mother's day, I had breakfast cooked for me.  Grace chose the meal - waffles.  They were the best waffles I've ever tasted.  We enjoyed church together, then lunch at my mom's house with my granny, my nana, and a lot of family.  Then, we had dinner at my house with my mother in law.

I am so thankful for this blessing that God has granted me.  I am thankful for my 2 little girls who share the same physical characteristics, but have individual, distinct personalities.  I am thankful for all the nights I have gotten to rock them to sleep.  I am thankful for the tantrums because it means they are becoming independent thinkers.  I am thankful for every tea party had, tower of blocks built, baby doll dressed, book read, and nail painted.  I am thankful for every bath, every diaper change, every thrown shoe I've had to put back on.  I am thankful for little fingers that hold my hand, color a picture, and leave grubby prints every where.  I am thankful for the ache that develops in my heart every time I've been away from them for too long.  I am thankful that I get to hear their conversations, songs, and prayers.  I'm thankful that I get to watch them grow taller, smarter, and more capable every day.  Thank you, God, for loaning these two little girls to me and trusting me to be their mama.


Saturday, March 6, 2010

Lessons Learned

As adults, we like to think that we are in control and let our chests puff up when we teach our itty bitties something new.  I mean I can't be the only mama to show everyone in town when her first born learned to spell her name.  And I know I'm not the first mama to show off her daughter's ability to sing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" complete with hand motions.  I realize most of Emma Kate's lyrics aren't understandable to any ears but Mama's, but the girl has got mad skills that are screaming American Idol.  Really though, our children are the real teachers.  Over the last 3 years of being a mama, I have been taught some lessons that have been realized through tears as well as smiles, some that have been hard to swallow, and definitely some that have made my heart all but burst.



Here are a few of the lessons my teachers have imparted.

1.  Babies don't come with instruction manuals.
     I know it sounds a bit cliche, but it's true.  Lots of smarty pants have tried to write them, but this mama is here to tell you not to waste your money.  I have read countless books and articles on pregnancy, child birth, getting your baby to sleep, nursing, healthy foods, raising happy children, getting your baby on a schedule, and just about every other topic related to parenting you can think of.  Maybe my children are just that advanced, but none of the gurus' advice could make my girls sleep longer, eat broccoli with a smile, or forgo a single temper tantrum.  And, once you think you've got parenting figured out, here comes numero dos to defy everything you found that worked.  Here's what I've found that does work: every child is unique, and I can stress about a million things or I can try to enjoy the sleepless nights and temper tantrums because I'm finding that this time passes way too quickly.



2.  Children have a hidden container of bodily fluids.
     Just when you think you've seen the last of tinkle, poop, vomit, or snot, those itty bitties pull out another round of reserves.  I mean really, what other explanation could there be?



3.  Never say never.
     They WILL prove you wrong!  Before I became a mama, I remember wondering why those parents in the next aisle over allowed their children to yell, scream, and kick their way through the toy department.  Weeelll, my first born quickly showed me why.  Let me just say that one trip to Target which involved Mama trying to play Dr. Spock and pull reverse psychology on the flailing toddler in the toy department set me straight on this issue.  After using the calmest voice I could muster, I told Grace that I was leaving and started to walk away just knowing she would follow.  I got a few feet away when I heard the high pitched wails stop.  Turning around, I saw her quietly and calmly stand up, stare a hole right through me, and turn and run in the opposite direction!  So much for teaching her a lesson.  I'd say she schooled me.


4.  8 hours is overrated.
     Sleep.  Ahhh, such a sacred word.  After not having a full night's sleep in 3 years, I am here to say that it is survivable.  I thought that there could not possibly be 2 children born to the same set of parents that were such terrible sleepers.  Once again - wrong!  I've learned that 8 hours is a mere suggestion and not to ever expect it again.  I've also learned that one can be quite functionable and almost intelligible while suffering from chronic sleep deprivation.



5.  Babies are born knowing a few things.
     It is often heard that the only things babies are born knowing is how to sleep, eat, and make dirty diapers.  While the first is arguable (see lesson # 4), I'd like to add another to the list.  Babies have an innate knowledge of how to make messes.  I think it's handed down through the paternal genes. ;)  It's amazing how much laundry stain remover a 7 pound baby can go through, how far a 8 month old can spew pureed carrots, how deep mashed up poptart, blush, cheerios, and spilled milk can seep into carpet, and how expansive a collection of toys can get.  Certainly they're not taught this impressive skill; my little ones came knowing how to create messes.



6.  Babies cause love to grow.
     I remember a friend who was pregnant expressing her concerns that the relationship between her and her husband would never be the same after the baby arrived.  I told her she was right.  Their relationship would change, but it would be a change for the better.  My love for Justin has grown and deepened more than I could have ever imagined in the last 3 years.  I appreciate him on a new level.  Knowing that we are responsible for these itty bitties, and we are in this together has caused our devotion to one another to intensify.  Seeing Justin take care of our girls and hear him sing silly songs to them makes my heart melt on a daily basis.



7.  You can't comprehend the love.
     Before I had children, I thought I got it.  Really though, I couldn't have possibly comprehended a parent's love until I became a mama.  I did not imagine loving someone so much it hurts.  I did not imagine being able to fight tooth and nail to protect my children.  And, knowing I would do it in the blink of an eye.  There's no way I understood how much my mama loves me.  Not until I became a mama.  I know that I didn't fully understand unselfish love.  Not until feeding, diapering, comforting, and rocking a helpless newborn who has nothing to offer as thanks.  I couldn't comprehend my heart walking around outside my body until I became mama to 2 little girls who are my world.



Thank you, Grace and Emma Kate, for letting me be your student.


Sunday, January 3, 2010

Meet the Mama

As with all new relationships, introductions are a must. So, here goes...

I am Laura. Child of God, wife to my high school sweetheart Justin, mama to Grace and Emma Kate, teacher to 20 first graders, graduate student, cook, maid, tear wiper, craft lover, baby doll dresser, nursery rhyme reciter, bath giver, and toddler rocker. I love all things family.


I have dreamed of being a mommy since I was a little girl. I can remember playing with my baby dolls, making lists of baby names, and combing through catalogs selecting nursery decor and layette. What I did not dream were the sleepless nights, teething tablets, never ending diaper changes, or temper tantrums that come along with the name. And I certainly couldn't comprehend the joy of watching your little one take her first step, hearing "mama" for the first or the millionth time, the feeling of providing nourishment and comfort to these precious creations, or loving another person so much it brings tears to your eyes every time you try to wrap your mind around why God would bless you so much.


After Justin and I were married in August 2004 and way before having children were on our radar, I began praying for my future children. I asked God to bring them safely into the world, to help Justin and me rise to whatever challenge He had in store for our family, and to help us to be Godly parents. I prayed and continue to pray for the hearts of our children. It is my desire that my children give their lives to Jesus Christ, for them to have a true understanding of the power that He can have in their lives, and for them to keep God as the center of their lives. I have also prayed for the future spouses of my children. I continue to thank the almighty Father for every blessing He has provided and pray for guidance as a Godly mother.


When I began these prayers several years ago, I had no idea the blessings that God would grant me in my children. These blessings came in the form of Sassy Grace and Sweet Emma Kate. Grace is an almost 3 year old with more spunk in her pinkie than most contain in their whole bodies. She keeps us rolling with her quick wit and grand imagination. Grace loves baby dolls, books, singing, and anything girly. She is my conversationalist, my shopping buddy, and my right hand gal. Stay tuned for many Grace tales! A year and a half later Emma Kate was born. She is now 15 months and is the sensitivity to Grace's sass. Emma Kate is expanding her vocabulary daily, beginning to explore toddlerhood, loves following after her big sister (or staying on my heels), and showing her affection with hugs and snuggles. She is my soft hearted baby and my snuggle buddy.



My hopes for this blog are to give insight about all the roles of a mother and share the laughs and challenges that come along with it. I'll be peeking out from behind Mt. Laundry or jump on between tripping over toys and attempting a healthy meal for my brood to update frequently about the business of being Mama.