There were other choices I could have made. Other paths to walk down. I won’t flatter myself, being a neurosurgeon was never in the cards, but motherhood was not a default mode for me. Did I fully understand the domino affect that would take place when I allowed those tiny humans into my heart and home? How they would consume my every thought, and change the way I viewed the world around me? No. Certainly not. Are there moments when I stand on the frayed edge of sanity? Yes… many. But I love it. I love being with them! Sitting around the table, playing memory while we eat popcorn is my idea of the perfect night. I love it in ways that words will not do justice. I am passionate and enthusiastic about this dream I am living! I love being their guide through life. Even when I feel ill equipped for the task, it is always my goal, through the Lord’s strength, to grow in wisdom and grace… to be better than I was before. I make mistakes. I am making them right now. I say the wrong things, my temper can be quick, and my words clumsy. My prayer is always that the Lord will allow them to see past my foolish ways and see my heart… a heart that loved them so much it hurt.
Our daily lives can be full of the mundane, the tedious, all the obligatory tasks… don’t loose sight of the goal. Don’t loose that passion and joy! This thing we call motherhood is a beautiful journey, treasure it. Don’t let tiredness make your decisions. Never underestimate the impact you are making, and walk worthy of the calling you have been given.
This is what baking looks like at our house.
This is their favorite part.
This is what our living room looked like for the better part of a week. Sheets to protect the couch, bowls for getting sick in, hand sanitizer, Gatorade and tissues on the coffee table.
This is the little town we made when I decided that, sick or not, the TV had to be turned off!!
This is how we like to spend Friday afternoons.
This is the adorable vintage play ironing board and iron set I found for her at an antique store. She happily ironed, folded and re-ironed, and re-folded her blankets all day. I know she’s never seen her own mother so enthusiastically ironing
This is how he ate his cereal this morning
This is the month our baby is due
Yes, I am happily pregnant with baby number four!
As an adult, I think it’s easy for me to forget how exciting and impacting simple childhood traditions can be. But when I stop and reach way back to my own childhood memories I remember. I remember watching my mom carefully cut the top off of a bright orange pumpkin. I remember reaching in feeling the cool slim squish through my fingers. It was all so new and amazing! Watching my mom rinse and roast those pumpkin seeds in the oven. Being delighted at the sight of my jack-o-lantern siting on the porch with a cheery candle glowing inside.
We are right there with our own children. In that perfect stage of memory making. So at the beginning of the week the old newspapers got spread over the kitchen table, sharpies, big spoons and carving knives were rounded up and we got to pumpkin carving.
Her pumpkin carving hat.
They all drew their own faces and I helped cut them out. I love the way they turned out! Pumpkins with lopsided grins and mismatched eyes are the best.
Our kiddos go to AWANAS every Wednesday night. Because Halloween landed on Wednesday this year the AWANA leaders got together and made a special night for the kids. Fun games and face painting and the kids were asked to dress up like their favorite animal. My boys do not dress up. Ever. Not super heroes or cowboys… nothing. It’s just too embarrassing to dress up. People might look at you and even worse they might comment on what you’re wearing. Oh the horror!
But now… I have one that will She loves dressing up. She decided to be a butterfly.
I can’t even tell you how much she loved her fuzzy antenna. She bounced, and fluttered around the house. What she lacks in gracefulness she makes up for in enthusiasm.
Yeah. She was pretty darn cute if I do say so myself.
Somehow it’s already November. The leaves are finally changing color. Rain has washed away the harvest dust, there’s even some snow up in the mountains, or so I’m told.
I hope you are enjoying all the little traditions of the season! ~April