for the mothers of the year…. and some diva dads too!

i mother a 15yr old son & a 2yr old daughter. i birthed them from my body. one in the middle of AL August humidity/heat, the other in the middle of FL July humidity/heat. i gained about 5 thousand lbs of fluid & retained more water than a buffalo with both. each of them about killed me. i am not a big person to begin with & God did not equip me with a carrying & birthing children bod. it was some work & lots of digging deep. i was the equivalent of cramming a watermelon into a ziploc bag & carrying it around front heavy for a few months. 

i did not like pregnancy. i loved the feeling of my children’s movements & thought the process of how the body accommodates to a growing child was awesome & cool. i loved ultrasounds & listening to heartbeats; cool technological advancements that my parents didn’t have. but pregnancy as a whole, not so much. i was sick as a dog with both, exhausted, swollen, emotional, a lunatic of hormones, & since i birthed my daughter after the age of 35, i had something wrong every stinking week. like i said, i just do not have a pregnancy body & birthing 2 mammoth sized kids didn’t help. it was no fun. 

now, “society” will tell you that i am a terrible person to say the above things. pregnancy is a beautiful, lovely experience. they would be pregnant constantly if money, time & sanity allowed. that’s all good & i give those women a giant high five, however we’re not all alike in our pregnancies, nor are we alike in our child raising. you cannot expect a world full of different personalities to birth a home full kids & agree that all strategies, all ideas, all discipline will work for ALL. this is what frustrates me to no end about women, mothers & the “i have perfect kids & all the answers” syndrome.

as soon as the pee stick turns to positive, so turns on the switch of unsolicited advice women start handing out. and it NEVER stops. EVER. somebody PLEASE make it stop. PLEASE.

women spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME telling other women the best way to do everything, yet become resentful & judgmental once the favor is returned. here’s some familiars for you- “you must never birth at a hospital, must use the calming waters of the bathtub, whirlpool, swimming pool, jordan river” “real & tough women are primarily those who birth with NO pain med/epidural” “you must breastfeed & only eat organic foods & drink wheat grass smoothies while doing so” “you must only, home school, magnet school, christian school, charter school, mime school” “you must NEVER tell your children no, spat/spank them, raise voices to them, release negative energy around them, listen to anything other than praise music around them” and of course there are millions more to add & i am certain you’ve either been bombarded by this or you’ve been a ring leader of it. i would like any pregnant or new mom or wanting to be a new mom or any association to mommying at all, to please know, your way & your convictions are the BEST way. not mine, not theirs. only yours.

it may shock you to know a few things about the 15yr old son i am raising. and i always love the look on particular mother’s faces when they ask advice regarding how i did this or did that or handled situations in his life, to end up with such a wonderful kid. here’s a few things i hope will comfort you. he was a formula fed baby, started rice cereal & baby/table food too soon. he was immunized like clock work. yr 2 of my son’s life he survived off milk (the normal, bad kind), mott’s apple juice, pringles, spaghetti o’s, cheeze it’s & mc d’s fries. the ENTIRE year + a few months of yr 3, no lie. i spanked him HARD maybe 4 or 5 times in his life & once in 5th grade i popped him in the mouth for speaking to me very disrespectfully. i rocked him until he was 3, where we then transferred to co-bedding until he was 5 & up. we read harry potter books as bedtime stories when he was 6+. i occasionally said & did some really unJesusy things around him when i didn’t & did know he could see/hear me. i think you get the point. i did just about everything the world warns you not to do today. but, what i DID do is also what the world forgets to do to condition our kids & their hearts common day.

please note: he was rarely sick & holds no allergies, despite not being breast fed & these poisonous dietary habits i inflicted on him, he learned to read & write at 3, entered kindergarten on a grade 2 reading level, always respected by teachers & peers for his calm demeanor & respectful nature……and get this, at FIFTEEN, he’s a sophomore at PUBLIC SCHOOL in the international baccalaureate program, earning college credit with a current 4.3 GPA. he plays guitar, he plays football, he works out daily & takes care of his body, he’s active in church, he volunteers in the community, he’s traveled to a 3rd world place to install water systems & share his testimony, he plays video games, reads books & movies that often are the accusation behind other kids bad choices, he prays, he’s goal oriented……. guess what? not everything equals the success you think is necessary to their growth & not everything in their lives will bring them dysfunction, doom & devil worship. this instructional gloom & doom & judgement needs to chill the freak out ladies (& diva dads)

you wanna home school? rock on with that. you wanna give away your tv because it will brainwash? cool. you wanna make all your home cleaners & detergents & sew your kids clothes? okie dokie, but we ALL don’t have to do these things to raise healthy, functional, loving, productive, future citizens. and we sure shouldn’t make other moms feel lowly for not doing what works for our households & children.

i am always met with disturbed looks of confusion when i mention my 2 yr old daughter has never had ….. wait for it….. JUICE….. OR…… wait…..wait…. SWEETS! GASP!  i mean why would i? is their a rule i don’t know about that says after you get tired of yacking about how awesome breast fed, organic babies are, then you start cramming them full of sugary juices & cupcakes or happy meals & candy? i made her food until she was over a year, i still steam her fruits & veggies & she gets those daily. she drinks organic milk & water- i have NO reason or idea why i do this. i just do. never even considered it for my son, still don’t. but i don’t think it’s everyone’s best bet, nor do i think juice & sweets eliminated from her diet should be such a shock. who gives a crap? i am just glad she’s alive & functioning. even as i type this she’s taking off her clothes & running in circles. i LOVE this part! moms need to stop ruining this part. these parts you never get back, but these parts are hard sometimes & we should be lifting one another, not picking one another to pieces. or allowing our own self talk to consume us because our 4yr old isn’t speaking mandarin chinese & we’ve failed somehow.

i do think being a mom who raised a child successfully, in her early 20s & beyond, primarily alone, without a flippen clue, has conditioned me for not sweating the small stuff with the daughter. some days i feel the balance of the teen/toddler is overwhelming, but in those moments i realize it’s not them who’s overwhelming me, it’s my own junk i mixed in the pot with their day. take out my junk, press into God for assistance & voila, new way to focus. there is never one correct way to do this parenting, because we all have a different idea of what “success & happiness” is & what you have to do to obtain it. I myself have even separated from those ideals based on my growth in God’s word & the desire of my heart changing. I realized that as awesome as my children becoming a world renowned surgeon or talented musician may be, that their becoming missionaries or starting a soup kitchen is just as awesome, if their heart is full & content. i can only do so much as the mother & i am helpless without God’s assistance. i hope they too learn that the things of joy & balance & peace are never found in “things” or in status. some of the most miserable people i know have enough “stuff” to supply a village in africa with a lifetime of things. but at the end of the day, there is no peace in them. there is no substance. there is no meaning. it’s all just stuff to replace more stuff.

i think we should be proud of one another, humble ourselves to assist one another in this mom journey. no one should be stung with jealousy or inferiority when your 3yr old isn’t doing something this person’s 3yr old is doing. or maybe your 10yr old can’t sing like her 10yr old. or the 14yr old on the sports team is way more advanced that yours…… again who cares? why is this so bothersome? can grown adults not be proud of others CHILDREN? we put ourselves in the place of other moms when tragedy strikes, but why not rejoice with moms when blessings show up? why has the world become the one thing they say they cannot stand?

do you know how many children have no loving mother? millions of kids are neglected daily. millions went to bed last night & woke up this morning hungry & thirsty. those girls we didn’t want to have abortions because there is a better life for their babies, how are we as a community helping to encourage & support them now that they’re young moms or single moms? we have forgotten in our very own zip codes there are children & women who need us, but we can’t see them through the plank in our eye. or the schedule that we’ve overwhelmed our kids with so they will be the “next big thing”.

my Bible study today shared an impactful paragraph that went right along with this blog & i must share. “please fight the temptation to place others lives under a microscope. simply let God’s word become a mirror of what you want reflected in your life. you may hear other people share things that are completely foreign to you. let’s resist judgement & gossip at all costs. many people have been badly injured by life. let’s have mercy for one another & avoid analyzing other’s problems”  i believe this reminder applied to every facet of life would change our view & our hearts. and would absolutely change our children into the future community we claim to desire for them. 

i almost have to laugh at the timing, but as i wrapped this blog up i was thinking of something to close with. at almost the exact moment i was drifting off my daughter came up to me gagging, with a blue mouth & about 1/4 of play doh missing from the can. i did at least take a break to take some pics, go flush out her mouth & text my friends to reassure myself she wasn’t poisoned. those pics are below….enjoy! and press on mothers of the year & diva dads. 

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One thought on “for the mothers of the year…. and some diva dads too!

  1. You make some great points here. I hated hearing “you can’t pick her up every time she cries, you’ll spoil her” or “she shouldn’t be sleeping in your bed at her age, you need to wean her off that as soon as possible.” I just did what I was led to do and I think my daughter has turned out pretty well so far. I know I have probably dropped the ball in some area but God’s got my back. Thanks for sharing.

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