Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • Personal update

    Personal update

    The waves keep coming. It is well. Our Lord is graciously providing care, patience and love. The last week or so, brought me some hope so I feel like I can finally share some good news. Some of you may know I have been having seizures (not the convulsant kind) on/ off since January. They were pretty well under control until a month ago, when they started happening multiple times a day. Our wonderful moms/ parents/ friends have been helping us function as a family unit. We have needed full time care for the kids as I am a wild card. My mom comes every morning and afternoon, Rhonda, My mom in law comes every Monday and Friday. Like I said we have the best most sacrificial, loving moms and dads ever. SO thankful.  I have struggled with whether to share this on a public platform or not, but, I don’t feel like this is something I need to keep behind closed doors anymore. (And I am tired of typing and saying the same thing over and over again.) If anything I hope that by me saying this so broadly, people will be understanding, not take this as a pity party. I am thankful, blessed, and being transparent about my physical and mental limitations-no, I can’t drive, I can’t meet you for you coffee, I can’t rush around and do everything I used to. I am on 3 antiseizure medications that affect the central nervous system, so I am shaky, weak, dizzy, slow to process information, have short term memory loss, shot by 11am, ya know, just about right on target for Michelle. In other words, I am an old woman. I do take full advantage the motorized carts at costco and target. This delights me, and brings me tears of happiness. When I hit something, plus 10 points, and you may get a giggle. But I said I good news to share. Ready???

     That is one huge head.
        (Kaisers imparting words of wisdom-A+ Campaign marketing Dept.)
    Ok, so last week I was admitted for a 3, well, 4 day EEG. They watch your brain, withold caffeine, (GASP), and sleep deprive you waiting for seizure activity. I think my head head spun off my shoulders. They got what they needed, THANK YOU LORD. This was a huge answered prayer. They know how to better medicate me. To find the right med cocktail can take years, so the fact they know which meds will help the parts of my brain affected is a huge blessing. One step closer to functioning independently. I will in no way push it. I completely leave driving and such up to the doctors, they say at least 3-6 months from the time of no seizure activity. I am so thankful God has provided peace with being chauffered around. And people willing to do this! One of the 3 meds takes 6 weeks to kick in. Awesome. We are trusting God has us in this state of humility and complete dependence for His good purpose. By no means is this comfortable, but I will say when He is leading there is a peace about the path; splinters, boulders and all. Thank you praying friends. 
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    o·a·sis  

    /ōˈāsis/

    Noun
    1. A fertile spot in a desert where water is found. (while I am sure this is true, irrelevant.)
    2. A pleasant or peaceful area or period in the midst of a difficult, troubled, or hectic place or situation. (DING DING DING.)

    Last weekend our sweet friends blessed us with a trip to the desert-A much needed break from reality. We truly have the best of the best. We were able to head up on a Thursday and peace out on a Sunday. SO FUN. We had a couple other families to enjoy that cheerful time with. You know how the saying goes, friends that sweat together, stay together. Or something.

    Picture Perfect


                                                                  “Commitment.” -G.G.

     B is the blinker. There is one in every family.

     Me and my girl. She had no choice loved it.
     Meet Belle, the sweetest, most outgoing 4 year old ever:) 

     Meet Hudson, my future son in law.
     Awh, look at Baby girl. 
    Oh, wait for it…
     just kidding, those chunks were totally there before y’all.

         Such a boy!

    Getting my float on at 6:37 pm. Yup. Weeman’s wearing shoes. We be paranoid like that. 

    Thank you to our wonderful friends who made this weekend possible. They gave up their vacation so we could have one. We are blessed and so unworthy to call them ours. We love you Schoenings! 
    Thank you W’s and G’s for sharing your weekend and making new sweet memories with us. xo!
  • Lil Stink

    Lil Stink

    You make daddy and I belly laugh. Sunday at church, this is what you wrote when daddy told you to write your name on your name tag.
    Tonight, when asked to dress yourself for bed you show up in your cubbies vest and swim trunks and announce you are an artist. Don’t change, okay? I love you more than life, and I always will.
                                                                              Love, 
                                                                              Mama

  • Bedtime Lullabye

    Bedtime Lullabye

    I have an obscure relationship with Halle’s bedtime. I love those precious cherished moments, and yet, it’s painful. It begins with entering a room with 2 cribs. One I know will be filled that evening, by God’s grace. The other, will remain empty, which always stops me in the doorway. Don’t judge, we will take it down one day. Halle and I cuddle in her rocker. We sing songs about our Jesus. (In horrendous pitches might I add) Surprisingly, she always wants to hear more. We pray. I pour my heart out for her. We say “amen”. And then, she starts in, “Heeee baybee.  Heeee baybee.” Over and over again. He never slept in the crib. She knows the words where and hi. She is saying HE. She wants the story of Christian before bed. The 18 month old wants her lullabye. And so I give it to her. We tell his story. Sometimes twice. After she hears He is with Jesus, she finally stops asking–and maybe there is something to walk away with there. Maybe that is the infantile/ childlike faith scripture talks of. The peace that comes when trusting God enough to let His will and what He chooses for our life be…enough. 



  • The Glory Days…

    My kids, (and I),….have been blessed. Especially this last week. Camp compass happened. (VBS). It rocked their world! And mine too if I am being honest. We had entirely too much fun being with friends, friends, friends. Our church did an unbelievable job of pouring truth into these young little souls. At the end, I asked my sweet friend E-why can’t we cut tape and do crafts and be all communal again? She didn’t have a good answer. Here is a recap of this spectacular week. If the week wasn’t good enough, Sat was spent getting to see and talk the night away with our Andersen’s and new baby girl, Emily. She is beautiful. Sunday we will watch our Papa preach from the pulpit at his church! Such an exciting week. So much to praise God for.

                                                     No pain, No gain. It’s that simple.
          How we roll into little league games where we don’t belong fit right in.

    Baby Emily! She is perfect. Told ya.