March 9, 2017 at 2:30 PM
Today while playing ball with Josh, he keeps throwing it over my head.
Me: “J, to be more accurate, you need to look at me until the ball leaves your hand.”
Him: “Mom, YOU have to keep your eye on the ball.”
Alrighty then.
Real Talk
The other day, I legit chased my toddler around my street with no pants. ZERO pants. He was running all over the street and I didn’t have time to think about whether or not neighbors could see my saggy white rear end peeking out from underneath my shirt. I had a toddler to catch. If you happened to look out of your window and you live on my street… you’re welcome.
March 8, 2017 at 4:20 PM
When the going gets tough…. he gets going. I am so proud of my husband. He is kind and gentle with our boys, he values integrity and loyalty. He is a good friend. He is so good at the art and practice of doctoring but it is all of those other things that help make him such a good doctor. Doctoring and dad-ing and husband-ing are often thankless jobs. Thank you sweetheart- you have my heart and my admiration.
March 5, 2017 at 6:56 PM
As these days of parenting little tiny children just seem to get longer and harder, this image comes to mind. Remember at the end of the first Matrix when Neo is beaten to a bloody pulp and just when it seems the movie will end in a tragedy, he gets up, takes a deep breath in and a deep breath out and the scenery around him moves in and out with his breath.
Then he does crazy stuff like stop bullets and rips apart the sentient programs at the seams? This is me. I am beaten to a bloody pulp. I am 39 and my body hurts from heavy lifting and running after little boys. My mind hurts from the mental and emotional gymnastics required. Little sleep, no privacy… I am full of bullet holes called tantrums, illness, other people, lack of “me” time…. and I am bleeding to death.
Then… THEN… I hear it. I hear HIM. I hear the whisper after the noise of the crazy has died down and the boys have fallen asleep. “I see you. I love you. I love how you love your family. I know you didn’t get any praise for changing diapers or throwing that dinner together or waiting out the tantrum like the storm that it is. I see you beaten and broken. Now get up. You are healed. Your significance is in ME and me alone. And that is all that matters.”
Inhale truth, exhale grace. The scenery moves in and out. The bullets come at me in slow motion. Inhale truth, exhale grace. I’ve been shown extraordinary grace. I grab a bullet. I look at it. The rest of the bullets are no longer effective. They drop to the ground. I am Neo mom. My fuel is grace and truth. I screw up time and again. I apologize to my kids. *Bullet drops* My kids fight with each other. I show them what peacemaking looks like *Bullet drops* Even on my okay-est days of mommy-ing and wife-ing, I’m covered by grace.
Run you sentient programs, because Neo mom is on the loose and I am raising another generation of world changers. The Matrix is real and spreading like fire. Inhale truth, exhale grace.
February 27, 2017 at 7:32 PM
Today’s situation: All three of us are sick, I’m pregnant and aching all over. It hurts to move. Dad is working late. The boys are destroying the master bedroom and we’re watching Food Network nonstop. We ate ramen for dinner. But my boys are safe and happy and fed. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
February 26, 2017 at 7:34 PM
Me: “Hey, the Oscars are on tonight.”
Me: “You haven’t seen those in…. like….3.5 years.”
Me: “Wait, isn’t Josh 3.5 years old?”
Me: “Yes, yes he is. I see your point.”
Me: “You know you love the Sprout Network more than watching silly adult shows like the Oscars.”
Me: “You can just shut up, now.”