My ‘almost’ Trump Twitter Moment

what kind of mother am I?

Today I almost had a Trump twitter moment. But, thankfully, I thought better of it. So, I decided to vent on my blog  express myself positively on my blog instead.

While I love all most of my social media friends, I  occasionally receive unsolicited advice and opinions which I  am certain come from well-meaning hearts (at least that is what I tell myself).  But, after receiving 15 similar messages in the past few months, today was the tipping point.

The messages go something like this – Wendy, when are you starting Sam in preschool? Wendy, have you signed Sam up for preschool yet? Some of them go on to remind me he needs socialization. Today’s message pointed out a study that showed children who start preschool early are less likely to do drugs or jail time.

So… does this mean if I don’t send my 2-year-old to preschool now that he is MORE likely to do drugs or jail time?

What kind of mother am I?

Here’s the kind of mother I am….

I am a mother who birthed 3 beautiful sons. I am a mother who buried the first one when he was 12. I am a mother who worries about childhood cancer. A lot. I am a mother who wants my boys to love God more than this world. I am a mother who used to compare herself to others. I am a mother who doesn’t do that anymore. I am a mother who loves her husband, the Father of her boys, and treats him with kindness, love and respect. I am a mother who requires good manners and clean hands. I am a mother who believes in dirty clothes, shoes and feet. I am a mother who believes in more books and less television. I am a mother who believes boys should be allowed to run wild and free. I am a mother who believes boys should learn self-control from their parents.  I am a mother who wants the very best from and for her children.

I am the mother God made me to be.

You are the mother God made you to be.

Mothering is work. Mothering is hard. Mothering is rewarding beyond measure.

Don’t compare yourself. Don’t second guess yourself. And never attempt to make another mother feel less than when they don’t “do life” the way you think it should be done. There are exceptions when children are abused or not cared for. But, sadly, I think we are all more inclined to push our advice and beliefs on those who need it least.

The beauty of being a parent in this great nation is that WE get to choose what is right for OUR  children.

I am a 50 year old momma with a 2 year old and a 13 year old (boys). I have been broken to the core by the loss of our first born. I have made decisions no mother should ever have to make.  I don’t doubt for a minute my mothering skills. For now, for OUR family, we are all the preschool he needs. But, thanks for asking.

Be blessed!

Wendy

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Nick and Sam

Nick and Sam

Choose Kindness

in a world where social media rage has become the new road rage

Really? I wonder if some of my “friends” would be so outspoken if they were not hiding behind the safety of an electronic device.  Social Media Rage (mostly revolving around but not limited to politics) has become the new road rage – where seemingly normal people (whom I thought I knew) become people I hardly recognize.

Vicious personal attacks can contain extremely hurtful words, pictures and symbols. Others sometimes join in the online assaults and people even publicly proclaim they don’t want to be “friends” with anyone who doesn’t vote for (insert your candidate name here).  Ugly exchanges force bystanders to ignore, “unfriend/unfollow” or block.

What are we thinking? Or not thinking?

It. Makes. Me. Sad.

While you’re busy getting angry and attacking someone for having a different opinion, another child is being diagnosed with cancer, another woman trying to conceive is disappointed yet again, another aging parent is being loved out of this world, another family is experiencing unimaginable and sudden tragedy and a lonely human soul is searching for hope in a horribly broken world.

And when they look at you – when they look at me – what will they see?

We all get so caught up in our world of standing for this or that and we forget the very circle of influence – our family, our friends and people who we come into contact with on a daily basis – who are watching carefully and desperately need us to be a beacon of light in a dark world.

Our children are watching. They are listening.  They are learning.

Brothers….looking very serious and always watching their parents.

And what about the impact of their actions as business associates, potential or existing employers can see some of these very public “expressions”?

We may not always agree but we always have a choice to be kind.

Agreeing to disagree is ok. And we don’t always have to be right

“Choose to be kind over being right and you’ll be right every time.” ― Richard Carlson

Let’s choose to be kind.

Be Blessed and be kind as you live a moment at a time…

What Will They Remember?

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When your children look back at their childhood, what will they remember about you?

What will be your legacy?

It may not be what you think.

Start with asking your children individually these questions- What does mom like to do best? What does daddy like to do best? What makes mom happy? What makes daddy happy? What makes mom sad? What makes daddy sad?

Their perceptions – their answers – not yours, will give you a glimpse of how they see you and what they think is most important to you.

And if you don’t like their answers, change what you are doing.

And if you like their answers – keep doing what you are doing.

Then ask yourself these questions – When he/she is 18 years old, will I wish I had spent more time on my phone/work/social life? Or will I wish I had spent more time investing in him/her?

The season of childhood is a short one and it will be gone before we know it.

And childhood memories are being made as our children watch what we do and what we say.

And our children watch what we do, even when we don’t see them. And they hear what we say, even when we don’t hear them.

And don’t we all want to be seen and heard?

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Think back to what you remember about your own childhood. Is there anything you wish your parents had done more of or less of?

Being a parent is such a God-given privilege. Our children are a blessing and a gift – from God’s own hand. Being a parent requires sacrifice. It requires giving up self. Or at least it should. Our children are our life’s greatest work.

“And I will most gladly spend and be expended for your souls. If I love you the more, am I to be loved the less?” 2 Corinthians 12:15

No matter our circumstances – no matter how much or how little we have – it is up to us to make each moment count.

A moment at a time.
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Nick and mommy

Nick and mommy

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The Days are Long but the Years are Short

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Searching for the elusive four-leaf clover…

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”
– charles swindoll

What deposits will you make today?

What will your children remember?

Will they remember the television show or the sunset you watched together?

Will they remember the game you watched or playing catch in the front yard?

Will they remember the song on the radio or the song you were singing in the kitchen?

Will they remember the bug you stopped to look at with them or you yelling “hurry up”?

Will they remember the book your read together or the gossip they heard you repeating?

Will they remember you ordering them to bed or tucking them in for the night?

Will they remember the meal you ate together at the family table or the fast food window?

Will they remember the walk you took with them or the hectic carpooling to wherever?

“The days are long but the years are short.” – Gretchen Rubin

Will they remember the words you spoke? Were they kind? Were they harsh?

Will they remember your morning routine as a happy beginning to their day or “I can’t wait to get to school” kind of morning?

Will they remember you saying how much you love to watch them play on the ride home from the game or will they remember hearing the well-meaning criticism and replay of errors?

What will they remember about today?

What will you remember?

It is always curious to me how Nick views things so differently than me. The smallest detail can be enormous to a child.

Life is short. Childhood is shorter.

Look for the God-filled Joy moments in every day of this season and pray for HIs guidance.

The steps of the godly are directed by the Lord. He delights in every detail of their lives”! (Psalm 37:23 NLT)

And if you let Him, God will guide you every step and detail of the way A Moment at a Time…

Be blessed!

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A String in the Fiery Furnace

A plain piece of string dangles gently – unsuspecting of the journey ahead.

The children giggle as they patiently wait in line for their turn.

And the first dip in the hot wax causes the string to stiffen slightly.photo (39)

And the fiery trial begins for the string.

“Don’t be surprised at the fiery trails you are

going through as if something strange were

happening to you” 1 Peter 4:1213

Each subsequent dip continues a transformation of the string.photo (40)photo (41)

Nick and his friends excitedly show us the changing string after each trip into the fiery furnace  – noting the new shape it was starting to take.photo (42)

“A faith that leaves us unprepared for suffering is a false faith that deserves to be lost.” ~Randy Alcorn

And after more than fifteen trips into the fiery furnace, the string has been transformed completely.

And what began as a simple piece of string has now become a beacon of light that will shine for all to see.photo (44)

All because of a journey through the fiery trials.

Truth: “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze” (Isaiah 43:2 NIV).

We will all walk through fiery trials in this life. But as believers, we have the promise that we are never alone. Jesus is right there with us all the way.

And it is during those trials that our faith will be truly tested.

And the testing of our faith, I think, can possibly become our finest hour in glorifying God.

Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of. ~Charles Spurgeon

And what we learn and become through our trials can transform us a beacon of light that will shine for all to see.

And we can all become beacons of light by using our trials and suffering to reach out and help others going through trials.

And perhaps we can find some purpose, and maybe even a little beauty, in our own trials by loving someone else during their own trials – a moment at a time…

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Luminary lit by sweet children who prayed for Zack on his 12th birthday…

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Luminaries lit by sweet children who prayed for Zack on his 12th birthday…

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Luminaries lit by sweet children who prayed for Zack on his 12th birthday…

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Luminary lit by sweet children who prayed for Zack on his 12th birthday…