Ain't No Supermom

Category: Thankful

  • 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.

  • Sweet Mercy

    One month has passed since our baby has left our arms to be in the care of our Father’s. Preparing myself for this day, I thought I would need buckets for the tears, a few ambien if things got real bad. And then today came. No tears. Not one. Our good Lord is ever faithful. Oh, is He faithful. And abundant in the many ways He shows us He loves us. His Word is alive. His people are His arms and feet. We feel His love through you all. The sadness can be paralyzing, but the hope of the other side of the cross is overwhelming. God had the details of this day all worked out before we existed, dare I say that?  I had made up this day  to be intolerable, dramatic, and full of sobbing. Instead I was given unexpected emails, texts, cupcakes, flowers and a very generous gift involving pretty hair by a very sweet friend. These gifts were given in love, not intentionally knowing it was to be a hard day for us which made it all the more special. It showed us God’s handprint in this healing process and His sweet mercy. Thank you to everyone who reached out and loved on us, or just said hello today, you will never know the gravity of that act.  

    Sweet baby, 
    You are one month old in eternity. But who is counting? Me. Your mama. I am counting the days until I get to see your sweet soul again. I miss your sweet smile, how you use to scrunch up after I would unswaddle you. I miss your diapers. They were so tiny. I miss them. I miss you, my love. The time is moving by and it hurts….but it is good, it has to move forward, that is how God has designed us-to live under the constraints of time. I will forever seek out babies/toddlers/ children that are around your age to see what you would be doing, what you might look like. I will never fail to think of you or who you might of been. I think it is the mama in me. I miss you terribly, and while I wish you were here, I am content you are secure with our Savior. Thinking of you every day.
                                                                                               Love Always, 
                                                                                                   Mama

  • Sunday Funday.

    The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, 
    His mercies never come to an end, 
    they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.
    Lamentations 3:22-23
    God’s word is true. His promises stand firm, and He has given us more mercy than we deserve. Today was dripping in grace, and I am thankful for a reprieve. It was the first day I did not cry through out the day, and feel burdened beyond what I could bear. So what did we do? Great question. We did weird stuff. Chad painted our fence. Because it was two shades off and he is a stud like that. We fed the kids 2 breakfasts, smores, and then lunch and headed to the cemetery to spend some time together as a family. I know it sounds morbid, but it brings us peace to spend time together there. People probably think we are bizarr-o. The boys played overthrow and fetch catch, Halle yanked all the pinwheels off the other babies graves. (soooorrrrrry). I got really irritated that people would pay to bury their child then never order a plaque for their child. It is almost like their baby is forgotten. It made me sad. I then strolled through the entire infant/ child section of the cemetery and realized there are people who have lost far more life than us. One family lost 3 babies in 3 days. One family lost 2 children in 2 years, never made it past a month old. I could go on. I won’t. It just brought me this unexplainable comfort to know there are other moms and dads out there who know this kind of pain. 
    After tearing up the memorial park, we hit up the home depot and made the boys day by spending 5 minutes in the toilet aisle. In case you don’t know us too well, our kids are a different breed. Some like chuck e cheese, ours like toilets. We are talking fascination. Then super Dad took the boys out for some ball and mama took a nap. I am writing this play by play to share with all you prayer warriors that God is hearing you and chose to say YES today. Thank you so much for loving on us and taking the time pray for us. Today was a sweet gift because of all your sweet prayer, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

  • next chapter

    Just a warning, this is a boring post. If you are here for drama, feel free to wander away. I had my 3 doctor appts this last week. And the week before. My Barbara says everything is too soon to tell what the damage is, and she took more stitches out, also the nuerologist says my brain is molasses. I didn’t really need to pay the co-pay to hear this. I KNOW. All meds are the same, he didn’t change anything, for which I am thankful. He was very kind and said if I don’t have a seizure in the next 22 days, (Imightbecountingtheminutes), I can drive! Weeeee! The concern is numb feet. So I will have to figure something out in learning how to put pressure on the pedal, or something like that. The truth is my right foot was numb after the 1st surgery, and I was ok to drive. It’s not like running. Watch out people. 17 months of no driving, and I am ready to giddy-up with my mommy wagon.
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  • Rocket Randomness

    This week is VBS for our church. My sweet faithful friend has offered to wrangle up my people, all with her brood and cart them all to church. {without me} True love right there. This last year she has taught me so much about friendship and sisterhood, and being real and I love her. Smooches M. I have been blessed with the best of the best in the friendship department, and ya know what? I am grateful. As a lonely 7th and 8th grader who had no friends and bad hair, I still remember the painful void and insecurity middle school brought with all it’s big girl problems and did I mention? no friends. Today I stand a whole lot older, {with bad hair}, but my heart is full, and I see had God not given me the stark contrast I would not see the blessing of friendship He has graciously poured out. You people who love us, encourage us and care for us…you have given us such an incredible gift. Thank you for your friendship and care. It will be a great day when I am able to reciprocate and do the same for you. (more…)