Because sometimes, days are hard and I throw a brush

Today is a hard day. As a mama, there are days when I can put forth a full effort to love, be an example of kindness, encourage gentleness… and there are days when I throw a hairbrush. Today is a hairbrush throwing day.
This week (with the help of my husband and best friend), I stocked my freezer and cupboards with 2-3 months worth of meals and snacks. I was super organized this time (whoa!), put together a detailed plan and nailed it. Day one dinner was soup. My dear son refused to try it. Refused. I tried to understand that he was fresh off of his first day back at school since being on vacation, he was tired. But we have always had the rule about trying everything - its not like he would have expected me to make him something else. After an hour, he gave up and went to bed. UGH. 
Breakfast today was a family favorite - baked french toast. I overslept (should have known to stay in bed) but thought since it was already prepped, I could pull it off. Put it in the oven and started getting the kids ready. My tantrum-thrower did not like the order she got in to brush her teeth. No joke. Que fit. Then I brushed the other daughter's hair, she happily put on her fancy dress for school, yay! Tantrum-thrower came out after a good 10 minutes and would you believe I tried to brush her hair with the wrong brush!? After spraying detangler when she said she didn't have snarlies?! The brush was silver, not pink. Que fit. Que mama throwing the brush onto the floor - apparently hard enough to make it bounce across the room. The kids didn't see that, but I caught my lovely husband's eye. He saw it. UFF.

My tender-hearted whiner.

We sat down to eat (tantrum-thrower still upstairs, then down and throwing a new fit because her brother got her cup for her). His first words were a complaint. About something he has eaten a dozen times before and loved. I *may* have then said something along the lines of "from now on, you can prepare your own meals". That may have been the end of my rope. The only one having a cheerful morning was the daughter that speaks in "whine" 75% of the time.
We took Josiah on a cruise last week (which was a blast!), all by himself. He was initially thankful - tackling me in his excitement when he found out. Then while on the trip, several times he got upset that I wouldn't let him play plants versus zombies on Steve's phone or my Nook. Or that I wouldn't let him spend the whole trip in the arrrr-cade. I just had some jaw-dropping moments, wondering why this child could be so ungrateful. I let him blow his birthday money on pretty much anything he wanted - except I wouldn't let him buy a pirate gun. He bought an entire pirate ensemble, but several times after had to mention that I wouldn't let him buy that gun. Where do kids learn this? Or is this something natural that needs to be un-learned? At dinner the first night, we were seated with another family with three kids in a fancier restaurant (still had crayons and games on the menu to play), and I caught myself comparing him to the other kids. Their boys were older (9 and 12), but they sat STILL! They ate with manners. They politely talked to the waitress and didn't try to lay down or jump in their chairs. I tried to be compassionate - I know I have an energetic boy. I know that 4 course meals aren't something he is accustomed to. But the child has been to a restaurant before. He knows that he needs to sit at the table at dinner, etc. We skipped the fancy dinner the next night - I knew he couldn't handle it. But shouldn't he be able to? 

This is the day she told me she was going to find a new mom.

We recently got a puppy - mommy temporarily failed to think about my son's allergies and thought a tiny puppy that doesn't shed would be so fun for the kids. (Side note - how in the world could I forget in the moment that he has allergies?!) The kids love the puppy. But a hundred times I can say "if you do that, he will bite you" and a hundred times, he will do that and the puppy will bite/try to bite. My words are not getting through. And I let myself get frustrated. I don't understand their actions (or lack of actions). It doesn't make sense to me and thus it makes me angry.

FUN.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my kids. My oldest is a struggle in this stage, but he is a brilliant boy and still affectionate and funny. My middle child is a soft-hearted thing, she won't whine forever (heaven help us if she does). My youngest is my monster (I say that with affection?!), but she is hilarious and where would we be without that surprise babe. But sometimes? Sometimes I need to be able to say out loud that I threw a hairbrush. Sometimes I feel like their "failures" are mine. And I know they aren't failures - they are kids and they are learning right along with me. But sometimes? Sometimes I wish that they would reciprocate my efforts in showing kindness and grace to each other. Sometimes I wish that I could say something and they would hear me. Sometimes I wish that he could use manners at the table without being told every day. Sometimes I wish that I could implement a new method for my own practice of mothering and not lose heart when they don't respond the way I want them to right away. And OH, how I wish that I wouldn't let their behavior control my emotions. But sometimes its hard being a mom and being a good mom or feeling like a good mom when our kids are selfish and we are selfish and uff. Sometimes it feels like I was not wired to deal with this behavior or that attitude. I have an idea in my head about the kind of mom I want to be, and yet sometimes it feels like my kids are preventing that from happening! How is that even possible. 
The hard thing about not growing up in a home where we had godly examples is trying to figure out how to be that example for our kids. I know how I am called to act, but I haven't had a model of that in parent-form and how can I be that for them now? A million parenting books out there, but how do you find the right fit for your family? How come it feels like every other child can sit at the table but mine? Did I start teaching him too late? No - he has had the same mealtime rules his whole life. He just doesn't make the connection? How come other siblings can be kind to each other? My kids have heard about loving one another in a dozen different ways, but still he pushes her or she bites her. 


Today I know I am blessed. I have these three beautiful faces in my home to call mine. I have friends who I can text (because they know I can't talk about hard things on the phone or I will cry and I hate crying) and tell them "I threw a brush, please pray" and they will. I am long past the cultural standard of not being honest about what life is actually like. I am blessed to have friends that can handle my honesty. And I have this God who put these kids in my life for a reason. And He will be the strength I need for today. And maybe tomorrow I will lean on Him more and He will help me refrain from throwing a brush and rather to choose to show grace. But sometimes, I throw a hairbrush.

Not my baby anymore...

(I realize this post comes a couple of weeks early, but the schedule around his actual birthday might not allow - so I'm doing it while I can)

Ah, Josiah. My crazy sweet boy. You are not a baby anymore. When did that happen? Are you really about to turn seven? SEVEN? YIKES. I often tell you I want to put you in my shrink machine and make you a baby all over again. You were an amazing baby. I tell you that all the time (and you remind me of that too, often when your sisters are crying!). 

freshly born YOU.

first birthday - you loved your caterpillar cake!

As our first born child, you changed our lives forever. You were our first example of the miracles that God can do in a mama's tummy ;) Did you know that before you came along, doctors told your mama that I would never be able to have a baby? And then, in the middle of my masters program, YOU were there. In my belly. Boy, did you freak out a few doctors! Because you were so special, we got to have so many extra ultrasounds to sneak a peak at you. You are famous, little man, as those ultrasound photos are now used for education of sonographers at Mayo Clinic! (They should give you some royalties, eh?) Our doctor warned us that you might not make it. That my mommy-tummy wouldn't likely be able to carry you long enough. He said not to expect to carry you past 17 weeks. But you stayed. Then he said 23 weeks. And still you stayed. 27 weeks. 32 weeks. 36 weeks. Then your mama said GET OUT! He finally scheduled your arrival for 39 weeks. The team there was in awe. Even before birth, YOU were an example of what God can do.

second birthday - your very own cake!

THREE! My FAVORITE cake thus far.

You were an amazing baby. Instead of worrying about you not sleeping enough, we were worried that you slept too much! You LOVED sleep (thank you, Jesus!). You were a hilarious toddler. Always singing, saying funny things and so easy going. Now you have a wild personality, though you've kept your sense of humor. SO much energy! You are such a passionate spirit - either wildly loving something, or wildly detesting. We are definitely working on managing that passion a bit - talking a lot about self-control this year :)

FOUR (THIS cake makes me shiver.. Horrors)

Now you are in first grade. It is still so hard for me to believe how big you are. So far this school year, you have been through three sizes of pants! (I'll put it on your tab.) You keep checking to see how high up on me you can reach. Not too lofty of a goal, son, I'm not that big. But you can reach the top of my head with your gorilla arms. Uff. You are still a hilarious kid. You LOVE jokes and making us laugh. You have the BEST laugh. Daddy and I love to tickle you not only because you are so dang ticklish, but also just to hear that sound. You love legos (though not putting them away). You and your daddy could build contraptions all day. You also love crazy animal stuff - like watching scientists chase venomous snakes to extract venom, or watching people hunt gators. You claim you are going to do both when you grow up. (part of me hopes you change your mind!) You love Star Wars (which thrills your daddy's heart!), and playing wii or Xbox games. You love to help me bake (and eat batter or dough!) and do art and play games. And you know way more about any animal than I ever will. 

Fifth birthday - broke my heart that you didn't want cake!

(because all the other photos had your cakes)

You had a lot of firsts this year. You finally tried the big water slide at the water park! And you loved it. I think you are going to be a bit of a thrill seeker like me and your daddy - I can't wait to take you on your first roller coaster! You went tubing behind the boat this summer and wore your papa out because you couldn't get enough. You learned how to snorkel. You went on your first vacation without your mom and dad. You learned how to tie shoes. You learned how to whistle. You caught your first northern. You lost your first tooth! And then your second! You learned how to ice skate. And roller blade.

Six - you are HUGE!

And yet… you still let me hold you. You still let me kiss your head. You still hold my hand when we cross the street (you are starting to question this, but I'm not ready for you to let go!). You still want us to sing songs at night when we tuck you in. You still want to be around me, so much that you've tried to fake sick at school when you know I am home. You still like to play with your sisters. You still want to teach them things and make them laugh. And, we've come to an agreement that since you were my first, its okay for me to call you my baby. 

I love you, sweet boy. I'm so glad you were my first. I'm so thankful that God decided to surprise us with YOU. And about that shrinking machine…

Mama

My baby turns TWO!

Wow. Miss Bedelia, can you even believe this? Where did the time go? You are TWO! (Or, as you like to respond - SIX!). The past year has been full of big things for you, my crazy girl. You've learned how to walk, how to talk, how to run. So many milestones tackled this year!

Right now, you are my adventurous one. You love danger. I swear you seek it out. You love jumping off the dock at the lake, sometimes not waiting until someone is ready to catch you. You love taking off in high gear in the power wheels. You love swinging "higher!". You love to find things at the playground that scare mommy and then do them. You summersault off the couch. You jump off your bed. You spin in circles until you can't walk straight - and then try to walk. You love Papa's go-cart. You LOVE swimming and you take your floatie out just past the line that makes mama uncomfortable before you kick your feet and turn yourself around laughing. You are so brave. Never lose your sense of wild adventure, baby girl.

You are also my good eater. You are not only adventurous in life, but in trying foods as well- unusual for our family! You like pretty much anything, and you like your mouth to be stuffed full. Your favorites right now are probably spaghetti (which your brother and sister won't eat) and cereal (to be fair, you prefer drinking the milk more than eating the cereal!). And you love yourself some treats. You try to go potty extra times so you can ask for more treats :)

You are always making us laugh - you talk non-stop, almost as much as your big sister, and you have to list things all the time. But more than just your talking and story telling, your facial expressions are what get me. You have the most expressive face I have ever seen. You have these faces that just crack me right up - from your 'evil eye' to your duck face, and hundreds in between. I love this about you. Always keep your sense of humor, sweet baby.

Also, sweet Delia, you like to be naked. You drive your daddy nuts! You would love the world so much more if you could just run around in the buff day in and day out. Sometimes I just let you be in your undies - since you usually take your clothes off by yourself and get down to the undies anyway - and you just run. Yelling the whole way. You are thrilled to be naked. You like to pretend you need to rinse off so you can take off your swim suit and go in the water naked. You run around the house after a bath, refusing to put clothes on. Again, this cracks me up. Many pictures have been taken which you'll enjoy in the years to come, I'm sure :) Never let other people govern your choices about clothing or the way you look. While it is the law to have clothes on, keep your free spirit always Bedelia!

You are so concerned about everyone around you. While you still get rough sometimes and the biting hasn't totally stopped, you are the first one to try to comfort someone when they are upset. You have to know where everyone is at all times and will ask a hundred times until you are satisfied with the answer. You get right up in my face and ask "All better mommy? All Better?" after I say ow. And well, I think that might just be your preferred means of communication - you like to get right up in everyone's face. And every day you run through the list of people you know and ask me where they are. At least five times. I love your concern for others. Continue to love deeply those around you. Be there for them always.


I love you, sweet Delia Grace. I love how many times in the past year I have been struck by how fitting your name is for you. You are SO independent, so free-spirited and SO passionate, and stubbornly so - I find Grace to be the perfect middle name. I'm sure we will both need it often if you continue to be so much like your mommy in so many ways! I will pray that you continue to be brave and adventurous - that you take risks for Jesus. That you continue to love laughter and inspire it in others. That you continue to be care-free and unconcerned about judgement from others. And that you continue to show love, and do it fiercely. Oh, what a girl like you can do for your Jesus! 
love, 
mama