Momma you are going to SUCK

I had a wonderful baby shower before each of my girls were born.  I recieved so much love and blessings.  I received a stack of cards assuring me I was going to be a wonderful mother.  My child would love me.  I would be amazing.  This little baby was going to be blessed because it got to have me as a mother.  You know the standard Hallmark drivel. 

All those messages were appreciated, and in my about-to-be-momma state, I really needed the support they offered, but now ten years into mothering I think that it would've been merciful if there had been one other card given to me.  It could have been small, and hidden among the positive ones, it would've said on the outside:

Momma, you are going to suck.
One glorious day you will suck as a mom in ways
that will amaze even you.
You will go up in flames of suckiness...
 
You see, this is the truth as much as the glowing cards saying we'll be wonderful.  There will be many, many nurturing days, and great decisions, and building up of fragile idenities, but across the years  there's going to be a day when a mom would appreciate the forewarning that she's going to SUCK. At least then, when that day comes, it would't be such a 2 by 4 to the heart.
 
Last week my friend Manya and I both sucked.  Big time.  (Manya has graciously agreed to fall on the ax with me here for your benefit.) On Sunday I received a text message from Manya saying they were going to look at a puppy.  This may seem like a nice text under different circumstances, but I know my dear Manya, and like me, she is not a pet person.  When I saw the message, I immediatly called her, but got voicemail.  "Walk away from the puppy."  I warned.  "Do not get a dog.  You do not want a dog. Walk away from the puppy!" 
 
She didn't get the message.  There's a cosmic force around puppies anyway.  No one walks away from the puppy.  We all see our kids playing with the cute puppy, we imagine our mommy-awesomeness and say "yes".  They got the dog. 
 
Cute little Sawyer was not with them long before reality hit.  This was not the right season for them to have a dog.  Emotional mayhem ensued and Manya was facing the moment no one wants to face - big blazing sucky momness!  The dog had to go.  They broke it to the boys before school.  Naturally there were tears.  Lots of tears. 
 
I followed right on the heels of my dear friend.  Last Friday in the dark pre-dawn hours I found myself going up in flames.  Sarah's class had a big field trip to Charlotte for the day. They were to take the train, be there all day, and return in the evening.  I had prior plans for Friday so had decided not to go.  At the parent meeting, one dad told me, "Every parent goes."  The moms at the meeting tried to make me feel good saying many moms would not go.  My heart told me the dad was right, but I tried to block that out and listen to the moms.  The day of the trip arrived and Sarah freaked out.  The day before her friend had told her she was the only one without a mom going. 
 
We had hours of tears and panic and hysteria (maybe more on my part than Sarah's).  I felt like dirt.  We pulled up to the train station and Sarah pleaded with me, "please go!"  But by that point I couldn't.  For a mom that has prided herself on being there for her girls, it broke my heart. I left Sarah at the train station, with a tear stained face and no mom to stand with as the class gathered together to pray for a safe trip.
 
Last week both Manya and I needed that little card warning us about our upcoming suckiness.  In the midst of our guilt and tears we could have pulled it out and reminded ourselves that we'd been warned this day was going to come.  We could open up the card to read the inside.
 
 
On that day, when you really, really suck, don't worry. 
 I love this little kid I am sending you even more than you.
Although you'll have days you drop the ball, I won't.
When those sucky days come, I'll have your back.
Love, God
 
Both of us could have read our cards and laid down our burdens of guilt, knowing that God was going to pour into our kids exactly what they needed that day. 
 
God provided an out for Manya through her brother-in-law who wanted Sawyer.  Now the kids will still get to visit him and play with him.  On the day Sawyer moved, Manya made cupcakes for the boys after school.  She was ready for tears and drama when they walked in the door, instead she was greeted with hugs and love and gratitidue over the cupcakes.  Amazing.
 
Sarah jumped off the train Friday night like a successful voyager back from an amazing adventure.  She was glowing and happy and so proud of herself.  She had 140 pictures to show us from her day.  When I tucked her in.  She gave me a hug and said.  "It really was okay mom."
 
God used the messes Manya and I created, our blazes of suckiness, to teach both us and our kids about love and forgiveness and grace.  Lessons that couldn't come through our perfection.  So fellow mommas, if today you find yourself going up in a spectacular blaze of suckiness, lay down your guilt, and lift up your eyes... He's got your back. 

May you feel God pouring love and forgiveness and grace into your home as well.
 




R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Gimme some R-E-S-P-E-C-T  Priscilla.  "Priscilla?" you ask.  Yes, Priscilla, wife of Aquila, was the "princess" of the month at our Mother/Daughter bible study last week.  All year we will be looking at biblical women, aka God's princesses, and the royal characteristics they lived out. 

October was Priscilla and the characteristic of respect.  I don't know about little princesses living under your roof, but the ones living under mine can use a reminder every now and then about respect.  I was thrilled when our study leader Cindy announced this month's theme.  (I may have even wanted to shout Amen!  But of course that would not have been very respectful of my kids. )

Priscilla showed respect in the story accounted in Acts 18:1-28 when she and her husband Aquila were faced with having to correct their friend Apollos who was incorrectly teaching about Jesus.  Instead of calling Apollos out publicly, they waited, took him aside and then corrected him privately.  Priscilla respected Apollos. 

The girls really latched onto this story.  As first graders, they all are working hard to learn new skills of reading, writing and math at school.  They all make mistakes. As the girls talked it became apparent that most of them had seen or personally felt the hurt of classmates publicly calling out their errors. 

Cindy had planned some great activities around this lesson.  In small groups, the moms and daughters were given a giant letter.  They were asked to talk individually about what respect looked like.  It is a tough word to wrap your mind around.  It can mean a lot of things.  The groups wrote their ideas all over their letter.  We came back together and shared what we had written as the letters were tied together to spell out.... you got it....
R..E..S...P...E..C...T..
 
The girls had wonderful ideas about what respect looks like. 
  • Love each other
  • Help each other
  • Wait my turn
  • Use good manners
  • Don't laugh at mistakes
  • Helping
  • being kind
  • loving
  • helping someone who's sick
  • use nice words 
  • not hitting
  • gentle
  • listen to each other
Our verse of the month is:
 
Respect everyone, and love your Christian brothers and sisters. 
1 Peter 2:17
 
Whether we are 7 or 37 or 67, in a culture of judgement and belittling (especially in our current election culture), it is good for us to think about Priscilla and reflect God's love by showing  each other a little R..E..S..P..E..C..T... 
 

 
 


Two Gifts for Our Ten Year Old

Ten years old.  I can barely even type that.  Last week Sarah, our miracle girl, turned ten. A whole decade.  For months Pete and I have been talking about what we would give her.  On one hand we asked,"what thing do you give a kid this amazing?"  On the other hand we asked, "what thing does this kid not already have?" 

For a kid who might be hoping for a pile of gifts on her birthday, it doesn't bode well when your mother spends months reading books about poverty and giving away possessions.  But Sarah's not the kid who was expecting a pile of gifts.  She asked for nothing.  For months people have been asking her what she wanted for her birthday.  "I think I have everything," she replied.

Last month I had coffee with my friend Cindy and within a conversation about intentional parenting she made a comment about parents taking their kids to Disney World over and over.  (This drives her bananas.)  She challenged that the money would be better spent showing their kids something of this world. Something real.  Although we were not talking about presents we give our kids, I left the conversation challenged.  How would we mark Sarah's birthday, by just blindly driving to the mall and wrapping up a bunch of stuff?

After that conversation, I stuck upon my first idea.  A bible.  I know that sounds really lame, but Sarah only had a kid bible, with a cardboard cover which was half falling off.  She never took it anywhere.  So our first gift to Sarah was a lovely turquoise leather covered bible with her name on it.  It is the gift of roots.  As she enters scary tweenhood, we pray she will root herself in the Word, and find her security in it. 

That's all we had two days before her birthday.  I kept thinking about Cindy's challenge.  I wanted our gift to speak to our priorities and dreams for Sarah.  On Tuesday, I drove to Richmond for a meeting.  During my six hours of driving, I listened to Love Does by Bob Goff.  One chapter of the book was devoted to his kids' tenth birthdays.  I was all ears! Bob and his wife gave each of their children one gift on their tenth birthday.  Just one.... three days with their dad... to do anything they dreamed of doing.  Anything. 

I called Pete from the car and he quickly agreed.  We had Sarah's second gift.

To Sarah, on your 10th Birthday...
What do you dream of seeing...
What have you always wanted to try...
Where do you want to go...
We are giving you a three day adventure with Dad.
You pick the adventure - Let's GO!

It's the perfect gift for our girl.  The gift of spreading her ever growing wings and seeing something she dreams of seeing.  The gift of three days with her dad in these fleeting last days of little girlhood. The gift of knowing this whole big world is waiting for her and we can't wait for her to see it. 

Happy Birthday sweet Sarah.  We can't wait to see what adventure you pick.  We know it's just the first of many amazing adventures God has in store for you!