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.
When I was pregnant, I always had this perfect picture of what raising our children in the church would look like. I’d see cute pictures of families happily serving together on Sundays and watch excited kids running into church and I couldn’t wait for that season of life to begin for us.
My 2-year-old daughter plopped down in the middle of the kitchen floor and opened a book. I was running about, cleaning and being productive around the house when I heard her sweet little voice shout from below. “Seat mama? Read!” I looked down as she patted the un-mopped floor (cue for me to sit).