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Three in Elementary School

This year we now have three in Elementary School – two in Kindergarten and one in 2nd grade. Boy how time flies. They are not babies anymore. They all have distinct personalities and it’s amazing how identical twins can be so different.

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Top L – The Joker, Bottom L – Mr. Sensitive, R – The Big One

Maximus is independent and serious, always inside his own head.  He loves mommy and loves taking things apart.  Don’t leave a screwdriver around or you’ll see a table in pieces when you get home.  He is the most sensitive and his heart can break easily.  One wrong move can bring on the tears and you will hear either:  “This is the worst day ever” or “I’m going to find a new house” as he rushes away in tears.  He never misses a “hug and a kiss and a tickle” when I’m leaving him and is always available for an extra kiss.

Marcus is the joker.  He thinks everything is a joke and thinks everyone wants to play as much as he does.  He is a risk taker and is afraid of NOTHING. He will jump off the 6th step or climb the bookcase just to say he did.  He loves water and loves when older girls (8-10 years old) pay attention to him and take care of him like big sisters.  He’d be an only child if he could just so he could get all of the attention and he is the most jealous of the three.  He’s tackling Kindergarten like a pro, yet shed many tears on back to school night until he was re-assigned to the same class as  his brother.  Marcus is a natural athlete and will excel at whatever sport is presented to him.

Alexander is the oldest and doesn’t let you forget it.  He is the most easygoing and yet the most stubborn.  He is so good at math, and can read like a pro.  He can translate anything from Spanish to English and loves to show off to his brothers.  He is the perpetual big sibling always trying to “teach” his brothers how to do things yet coming across bossy.  Alexander loves to draw cartoons and is always drawing his favorite characters, looking for pictures/images on Google and drawing them himself.  He has won the Responsibility award, the Respect award and the Creativity award at his school.

I’m a proud mama and sad they’re growing up so fast, but so excited to see what’s ahead.  This is a great journey and I’m so glad I’m on it with these three.  There’s never a dull moment in my house!

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Encouragement Central

Boy, don’t we all need a little encouragement….we all need to feel accepted, our feelings need to be legitimized, and we need to know that someone is on our side.  That’s what encouragement is.  Encouraging us to keep putting one foot in front of the other, encouraging us to stay strong, keep our focus in the right place, and not get frustrated or angry at the little things.

When I think of encouragement to me lately, it’s been coming in the form of things I’ve been reading.  Let me share with you a few of the things I’ve read recently that have encouraged me this week:

  1. This article hit home and I could relate: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/samantha-rodman-phd/7-reasons-your-wife-is-st_b_6621940.html – it validated some of the things I feel
  2. “The Struggle of the Introverted Mother” – I thought there was something wrong with me until I read this post: http://www.scarymommy.com/the-struggle-of-the-introverted-mother/ – I love this Scary Mommy Blog
  3. And lastly – ANYTHING from Becky over at Scissortail Silk: https://www.facebook.com/ScissortailSilk – she is one of the most encouraging women I know when it comes to understanding and knowing when we need a little encouragement today – I recommend, even if you’re in a different stage of being a mom – read her facebook posts every once in a while – you will feel encouraged.

So, for me, encouragement is the dictionary definition:  “The action of giving someone support, confidence or hope; persuasion to do or to continue something” – isn’t that what we all want.  I’m not saying that my feelings are always based upon truth, but my feelings are legitimate.  We long for someone to come alongside, whether in person or word and give us some confidence and some hope, to spur us on to continue the race.

I’m thankful for women to write to encourage strangers in their journey.

Comment below on what has encouraged you this week – it could be that someone said something that made you smile, you read something that spoke to you, someone did something you didn’t ask them to do – what has encouraged you this week?

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Kindergarten

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My oldest is going to Kindergarten next year.  He and I visited his new school last month, before school was out.  On the way there, I asked him, “Alexander, what do you think Kindergarten will be like?”  He said, “I really don’t know Mommy.”

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Kinder-garden.

The “trying threes” and what I’m learning this Easter

“It was a perfect sacrifice by a perfect person to perfect some very imperfect people.” ~Hebrews 10: 14, The Message

Doesn’t that just sum it all up?  I’m one who wants to be perfect – I hate being a work in progress…I want to learn it, and move on.  But, until I’m with Jesus face to face, the deepest desire of my heart will not be fulfilled, as I will never be perfect on this earth.  I am forgiven and perfect in God’s sight because of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, but I still struggle with sin.  I get discouraged so often because each day God teaches me something else where I feel like I’m failing – I know, in my head, that I just need to improve, but in my heart, I struggle with the question, “Why don’t I just do it right?”

Thank goodness for grace.  My salvation is not based upon what I do, my works, but on what Christ did for me on the cross.  If I love him, I’ll obey him.  I do love him, but why don’t I obey him all the time?

I see a bit of myself in one of my three year old twins, Marcus.  He’s a rule follower and hardly ever strays from the straight and narrow.  We both go into situations enthusiastically – especially if we know the rules, because we are good rule followers.  I always say, “If you give me the rules or tell me how to do it, I’ll do it right.”  That’s why this Christianity thing is so hard for me at times – I don’t always get it right and there are times or seasons where I feel like I’m always getting it wrong.  Take, for example, I have two three year olds in my house right now.  That’s enough to make any mom “get it wrong” A LOT.  If you haven’t been around young kids, now I have three, I believe it’s not the “terrible twos” so much as the “trying threes” (trying for the mom, that is).  My oldest’s first eight months of being three were like someone had taken my sweet boy and replaced him with a baby monster.  But at that eight month mark, a miracle happened, and my boy returned.  I’m not facing quite the same with the twins, but the tantrums, the lack of being able to understand reason (times two)…it’s wearing on me, and I seem to get it wrong at least once a day.  My temper rises, my voice yells – it’s almost like an out of body experience at times, where I am watching myself yell…But that’s why there’s grace.  Jesus died on the cross, knowing I’d have twin boys and knowing they’d both be three at the same time.   He didn’t do it so much to play a joke on me (although we laughed for five weeks straight when we knew we were having twins), but more to teach me lessons throughout their lives, and I think I’ll learn a lot of lessons this year of being three.

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“But easy street is a dead-end street.”

Philippians 3: 17-19 (The Message)

I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and don’t you forget it!

In February 2012, I started a journey to get healthy and feel better about myself.  My twins were not quite one year old yet, and I felt horrible.  I had no energy, I felt fat, and did not know what to do. I hated seeing myself in pictures and videos.  That was when I saw a friend of mine on Facebook who had experienced a total transformation over a period of several years.  It was when I saw a photo of her and said “WOW”, that I knew she had found something.  Her spirits were high; she was so encouraging to others; she seemed very content. 

In my first four weeks of my first Team Beachbody challenge, I lost 22 lbs. and 28 inches off my body… I felt great!  It has been up and down since – an early morning workout is hard to maintain when boys are growing and stages are passing (teething, sickness, growth).  But, I can still say that I weigh less than I did before having my first son over five years ago.  I still have a long way to go, but I am down two sizes in pants in the past two years.  I feel healthier than I ever have, but I still struggle with being happy in my own skin.

Isn’t it amazing how some kid’s comment in middle school can stick with you the rest of your life?  Why do we remember these horrible comments said in a pre-pubescent ignorance?  Why do these words stick and God’s words do not?  Isn’t God more trustworthy than the kid we rode the bus with when we were 12?  

“I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

 “For you formed my inward parts;

You wove me in my mother’s womb.  I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 

Wonderful are your works,

 And my soul knows it well.”

Psalm 139: 13-14

Oh, soul, if you know it so well, why do you forget it so often?  Why do circumstances get in the way of the Truth?  Why do others change in my mind what I know to be true of God?  How can it be, that one small word can have such a lasting impact on my heart and my mind?

“Home is the tr…

“Home is the true wife’s kingdom. There, first of all places, she must be strong and beautiful. She may touch life outside in many ways, if she can do it without slighting the duties that are hers within her own doors. These are hers, and no other one’s.”
– JR. Miller

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