By Rhonda Ihrig
Thanksgiving is almost here and all around are signs of fall…where the leaves turn bright red, then brown, and finally fall to the earth. As I look forward to having my family over for a big turkey dinner, stuffing, veggies, and of course dessert, I begin to think of all the things that I am thankful for. Yet in the midst of gratefulness, my thoughts are interrupted by the tragedy of losing my grandson last year. I must admit that since his accident, it has been hard to focus on what I am thankful for. The distraction of our loss encroaches on every thought. But as I prayed and mourned, the word “cherish” came to mind. My first thought was, ”Cherish what?” But yes, there is so much about him to cherish:
- His laughter
- His giving heart
- The times he would say, “I love you Nana”
- Caring for him as a baby
- When we talked about the Lord
- The times I cut his hair (he had great hair)
There are so many things I loved about him and I was reminded to always cherish the time I was given with Kaleb. I can honestly say that looking back over the short 14 years I had with him, I have no regrets.
I really love my family. But more than that, I have learned to “cherish” every moment that I spend with them, even when they get on my nerves. I feel blessed that I have been given many, many wonderful times with my children and grandchildren.
So my encouragement for you is to make the most of every situation with your children, all of the time, because you never know what the next day or moment will bring.
Don’t just be thankful for them, “cherish” them.
Looking back at what feels like a lifetime ago, I stood around a kitchen island with a bunch of friends, newly married, complaining about our husbands. It. Was. Awesome!
It was like this deep itch I wanted to scratch and releasing these words did just that. It felt so good to share about all of the dumb things my husband did and hear other women contribute theirs. It was like I was suddenly part of this exclusive club and these women “got” me.
An unexpected tragedy knocked on the door of my life early December. It left heart break and devastation on the front porch, wrapped in a ‘not-so-glamorous’ bow of questions and statements that sounded like, “How did this happen? This doesn’t make sense.” What I thought was going to be a joyful season in my family’s life, turned out to be one of mourning and loss; as for me, the loss of our baby through miscarriage put me in a state of grief that had shame and guilt associated with it.
I think we’ve all had crisis touch our lives. It’s especially difficult to go through crisis when you are neck deep in motherhood. There are crisis events, crisis seasons, and crisis marathons. A car crash. A cancer diagnosis. A painful divorce. Sometimes the effects can echo for decades and generations. It’s heartbreaking to watch a friend go through a crisis.
Do you love to travel with your kids? Guessing there were a lot of groans and "no's" in response! I've heard a lot of people share the sentiment that traveling with kids makes it a "trip" and not a "vacation." And while I largely agree that it is not quite the same rest and relaxation when you have your entire brood with you, I still think there is room for it to be a great experience for all with a little intentionality.
When I was pregnant with our son, we didn’t have a name for him picked out right away. We spent a lot of time looking up different names and sharing our likes and dislikes – until one day, my husband shared the name Xander, and there was something about it that caught my attention. When I asked him what it meant, he said, “Defender of the people” and I knew it was the one.
As a teenager, I remember going to my Dad to talk out whatever current high drama situation I was experiencing. I’d feel misunderstood and get frustrated because he’d consistently respond by asking questions that challenged me to consider a biblical perspective. He didn’t join me in my whirlwind of intense emotions, which at the time, I found unsupported.
I placed my hand over my heart, it felt as if a jackhammer lived inside of me. I’d never had a panic attack before … so, why now? I was only looking for a shoe - it wasn’t a stressful situation. I laid down on my back and called my husband, taking deep breaths that never seemed deep enough.
Whether you are a young mom, experienced mom, single mom, a bonus mom, adopted mom, spiritual mom, or a grand mom...YOU ARE AMAZING!!! YOU are a super hero!!! Maybe not to the world, but to your children. Whether they show it or not and whether you see it or not.... YOU ARE THE BEES KNEES. This article is ALL about reminding you about the many traits GOD CELEBRATES ABOUT YOU that makes you an AMAZING MOM!
“I just drag them to the gym with me”, said the perky, buttoned-nose blond who happened to be a police officer sitting next to me. She was quirky, cute, and I couldn't help but feeling she could also wrestle a guy to the ground in pure ninja style.
So often I read articles about how to parent when I “think” I have it all together but what happens when I find myself in a season of drought? How do I continue to be and do everything that is my “normal” as a mom to do? I don’t. It took me a long time to learn that truth but once I had the “ta da” that not just as the seasons will change, so will your role as mom. When I recognized and adopted this truth I found a new onset of freedom.