Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • Happy Birthday…

    B,
    I am trying so hard to turn my mourning into thankfulness, but, at 11:53 September 11th, you will be 5 years old. HOW!?
    Being your mommy makes me think we should all have to pass ‘fit to be a parent’ tests before deciding we would like to become one. Just when we think we have it all figured out, you pull the rug out from under us. And I am again humbled. You have the will of an ox on redbull. You are 110% obsessed with baseball, the A’s specifically. All you want to do is play, hit and slide. (all while wearing your head-to-toe A’s uniform) When you know it is not feasable to play, you pretend to play at the misfortune of any small child or object in your way.

    You love all sports, but none like baseball. You played your first soccor game and scored 2 goals in the first 5 minutes. When the coach sidelined you, you twitched in antipation to get back out there. Everything you do, you do with passion; I am so excited to see what God does with you.  My prayer is you will know our GOOD God at a young age, and use your gifts and talents to glorify Him. You also love numbers. You want to know what all the numbers make when you put them together, how old I will be when you will be “x age”. These conversations could last hours. you love to talk about heaven, and why it is so great, why do we want to go there, and yet, you are not quite sold. That is ok. I will trust God will change your heart, but in the meantime, I understand. I am not ready to go quite yet either.
    You are my cuddlebug, and I love you. I love that when I tell I am sad you are turning 5, you tell me you are sad I am turning “30”. I love that you cried when I told you had to get married and move out. I love that you don’t want to go to heaven because you don’t want to leave me, and vise versa. I love that you play and laugh with your sister when no one is watching. I love that you LIKE to clean your room, vaccuum and clean the glass table. You are my sunshine. You make me happy, and I love you more than you will ever know. Happy Birthday to my big 5 year old who has made life more than I could have ever imagined. You will always be MY baby.
    Love,
    Mom

  • Thankful.

    You know that moment where you stop and realize everything you have ever desired has been graciously given to you? Oprah, (you may have heard of her?), calls this an “a-ha” moment. {insert eyeroll} Had to use her example because I know we have all heard her say it whether or not you voluntarily watched her show.
    Anyway, I had that yesterday. This year especially, I can’t stop thinking about how good our Father is, all.the.time. It’s not that I have never thought about the many ways we are blessed. Or that I have never experienced true contentment, because fortunately in this blip of life, I am thankful to be content. It is more like, WOW. Everything I have ever needed or hoped for has actually been given to me, and then some. And in writing this, I know, just like that, it can all  be taken away. All but my salvation. We are promised trials, sadness, and the reality of a fallen world. Life will hurt, people will fail us, it is a matter of time. I also know that no matter what the future holds, He has answered many prayers, given me the desires of my heart, and nothing will change His countless acts of grace to me. So I will praise my good and merciful God who has reminded me to set my eyes on Him, and that in His perfect, kind nature; He is the giver of everything good.

    “I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father, I lay my life down for the sheep.”
                                                                                     -John 10:14-15

  • Aaaand, I’m old.

    Aaaand, I’m old.

    Anyone want to play bridge later? 😉

  • more boring updates

    Doc cleared me to sleep normal and lift Halle. Thank you praying friends! The fluid is still there, so Doc says walk 60 minutes a day, and we can give up on the sleeping like a lunatic, and not lifting my baby since that did no good. We will revisit the fluid issue in a few weeks.

    What an answer to prayer to finally be able to be a RESTED, functional mommy. Thank you Lord. 
    I came off the steroids and crazy headaches returned, so back on the ‘roids I go. Also the discomfort and exhaustion comes and goes. Seriously think I would need 4 padded walls if it wasn’t for scripture and pain medicine. Thank you sweet friends for asking about me, and caring.  I know this post is a snoozer, but I want you all to be encouraged, God is responding, and I am thankful for your supplications.
  • A Costco story.

    A Costco story.

    It was time class things up a bit, so tonights fine dining experience was Roma al Costco, followed by a shopping trip filling our cart with treasures we didn’t know we needed. We wolfed down pizza and hot dogs and had seconds and thirds with the soda machine. Yah baby.  We even got all crazy and I let little stink pour 4 seconds of his own soda concoction. It looked tasty until he added pink lemonade to his mix. yek. He downed it knee deep in pride. It was kind of sad cute.
    Normally I don’t blog about family outings, but this one was actually really fun. I think everyone should have a family costco date night. We only live once, right?
    It started off like this:

     Those things haul. And are super fun. I totally grabbed one simply because I qualified. 
     We didn’t hit one thing. Can you believe it? And I got to sneak hugs and kisses the whole time. 
    This is what B got when he harrassed the new receipt gustapo for a “mad face” upon leaving. Uhm, yeah. Chad tried defending the guy and said they were B’s medals. I think we all know those would be indicitave of female anatomy 101. B wasn’t laughing. Good times.