Helping a mom out

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Dear Lady at Hobby Lobby,

Thanks for taking the time to help me walk my kids safely to our car in what seemed like 100 mph winds (seriously, it wasn’t that windy when we walked in). Thank you for offering to take their little hands and carry a bag or two so that I wouldn’t lose anyone in the wind or to a passing car. You made my day. You said you remembered days like these when your kids were little and I am so thankful that you went against the grain (I feel like we are constantly told that unless you have run a background check and have five references and your fingerprints with you, no one is allowed to offer you a hand with your children without being labeled a creep). You helped me out a lot. Thank you!

Sincerely,

A mom with hands full of good (but often crazy and unpredictable) things

Lesson learned – read the weather before venturing out with little people AND wear your hair up so if you do go out in the wind it doesn’t wrap itself around your head making you look like a Sasquatch (and probably act like one) because you can’t see a darn thing.

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You are on your fifth infant and you just found out why onesies are made the way they are.

Did you know that onesies are made with those overlapping shoulder flaps for blowouts???? I thought they were because babies heads are laughably large compared to their bodies. But today as I was browsing the inter webs while feeding my newest little, I stumbled across this information and tucked it into my brain to try out. Well, I ended up using said info five hours later on a smiley poop covered little girl. You just roll the onesie top down instead of cutting it off (sometimes baby clothes just aren’t saved in this house) or spreading all over their hair.

The lighter stuff

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Because it’s Saturday and we tried taking five kids to both Homegoods AND the mall (hello holiday shoppers) and we all could use a good laugh (sorry Ella, today it is at your expense)…

I dub these “the drunken toddler” pics because you can’t look good (or coherent) all the time. Garrett would like me to point out that our kids only drink water or milk, not alcohol. And that Ella was looking especially classy due to her pigtails being taken out, thus giving her some awesome looking hair. Oh and who knows what she was talking about!

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The heavy stuff

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Garrett and I pray for our children a lot. We pray with them too. We often pray that they come to know who Christ is and what he has done for them. I pray that they ask questions about who Jesus is, about eternity, about true life, and yes, about death. But honestly, I pray that when they ask these questions its their dad who is there to answer because I clam up and worry that everything that comes out of my mouth is just a bunch of verbal diarrhea that hits the floor instead of their souls.

Last week a friend from my high school youth group’s father passed away suddenly. It was a shock to the family and everyone who knew him. I cried a lot that week. Cooper tried to comfort me since Garrett was out of town and he managed to do a pretty good job.

But then one night at dinner Eden started asking questions. She asked about my friend’s dad. We talked about life; true life in Christ. About death and separation from the Father (her exact question was, “Why do we want to spend eternity with Jesus?” That one was tough and easy at the same time). I may have pitted out the entire time we talked and then prayed the rest of the evening that God would use my shaky words for something bigger and better than just our dinner time conversation.

I always feel like these more serious posts end in me not knowing where I am going (I start these because I want to remember these moments) and here I sit not knowing where to go or what to say. But I want my friend, his family, and his mother to know that even though my little girl never met him, his life in Christ provoked conversations between my five year old and me that I have prayed to God would happen. God is still using him. I want them to know that. He is causing me to shed tons of happy tears as I think of how Christ is using him in my children’s lives. He was a good man. And I am so very thankful for knowing him.

In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

When I am alone,
When I am alone,
When I am alone,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

When I come to die,
When I come to die,
When I come to die,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
You can have all this world,
You can have all this world,
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REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You find yourself saying made up inspirational quotes to your kids and you don’t know where they come from.

Today we were at Sam’s Club and Ella was whining about not liking the granola bars I was looking at (I wasn’t even going to buy them). I look over at her and say, “Ella, let’s not be a whiner, let’s be a winner.” And then I was all like, what ridiculously dumb thing came out of my mouth??? I have reached a new low in the mothering department.