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The Tale of a Fishermom

As a boymom of 3 outdoors loving little boys and a wife of a self-proclaimed pirate, I was destined to live a life on the water.

We often go fishing, just for the halibut. I often think to myself, “oh my cod, I can’t wait to get out on the water!” I’m willing to bait that most people think that fishing is a man’s sport. But I hope you know that this mama is reely hooked. There isn’t anyfin like it.  I’m sometimes a little koi about my love for fishing, but I’m going to be a little shellfish and take this oppor-tuna-ty to make you sea how much I enjoy it and then let you guys mullet over. I promise I’m not just fishing for compliments. I am writing this for a porpoise. You sea, my dad taught me how to fish when I was just a little gill. And now I fish all the time with my husband and kids, so I’m ofishally a profishonal. I can fish with the best of them as you can sea from the pictures. I used to be pretty crappie, but I’ve grown to be whaley good…bass-ically an expert. Sometimes we go out for a whole day and we don’t catch much, but even when the day is floundering, it’s still a day on the water, which happens to be our happy plaice. I’ve even caught a shark before. I fought so hard reeling it in that I almost pulled a mussel. Tank cod, I was ok. We live on the water, so even when we aren’t out dropping a line, I like to sit on my back perch sometimes and just enjoy our beautiful waterscape. The view is fintastic. It’s usually a shad bit hot outside and we get burnt. My cheeks and minnows usually get sunburned the worst. It’s worth it though, as I’ve waded a long time for these bragging rights. My husband a-piers to think that just because he holds several lake records that he’s the cream of the carp. But I gar-antee that I’ll beat that buoy’s record one day.

So water you waiting for, mamas? Get yourself a fishing pole like me and castaway. If you have any good fishing tails to share, you should dolphinately drop a line and let minnow!  Don’t worry if you feel like a fish out of water and not reely good at it. Just keep trying and you’ll eventually get batter. I’ll sea y’all later, I’m fin to get busy. Dying to trout my new pole.  😆😁🎣✌🏼

Mom Truths Friday: Why Moms are so Tired

Why are moms so tired?  What do they do?  Everything!  From the cooking, laundry, cleaning, laundry, chauffeuring, working, bathing, laundry, projects, homework, practices, programs, recitals, laundry, tournaments, and repeat.  Did I mention laundry?  And those are just the tip of the iceberg.  Let’s not forget we must try to keep our little humans alive, on top of making sure they grow up to be kind, decent, humble, respectful, smart, and generous.  “Have you ever tried raising a doctor or a lawyer?”  It’s exhausting.

So if you ever wonder why moms are so tired, here are a few good reasons why.  Watch mom correspondents, Cat and Nat, share some of the funniest reasons here.  I can most certainly relate!

 

An open letter to single moms from a mom that doesn’t get it

Dear single moms,

I don’t get it.  How do you do it?  I am a married, working mom of 3 young boys. My day starts at 5 am and ends around 9pm right about the time when I am so physically and mentally exhausted that all I can manage is crawling into bed or curling up on the couch where I quickly and most times unintentionally fall into a deep sleep. Even when I know that there’s a mountainous pile of laundry that needs to be done, bills that need to be paid, spending time with my husband with no kids around, or simply catching up on all the things that slip through my fingers throughout the hectic day. None of those things are usually enough to convince my eyes to stay open just a little while longer. Regardless, it’s not a deep sleep for very long.  It’s the kind of sleep that often gets interrupted in the middle of the night by one of the kids, or the dog barking, or because I suddenly wake up in a panic worried that I forgot to do something important from the long list of to-dos that plague my daily routine.  Don’t get me wrong…I love my life and my family and I’m beyond grateful for the many blessings that I sometimes take for granted.  But being happy doesn’t mean that its easy.  I wake up in the morning to fix breakfast, pack lunches, pack bags, get kids and myself ready usually in a mad rush, get them to where they need to be and rush to make it to work with seconds to spare.  I make it through the work day to then pick all the kids up, get home to then make sure homework gets done, projects complete, and depending on the day get them ready for a school program, karate, soccer, or anything else they have going on throughout the busy week, prepare dinner, get them fed, get them bathed, squeeze in some quality time with them then get them all into bed, after which I find myself back on the couch or in bed fighting sleep so I can stay up for at least one more hour to tackle what I couldn’t when everything else took precedence. I can’t say that I do this all alone.  I have a husband who is a wonderful father and is as hands-on with our sons than any dad can be.  He helps with everything, even laundry.  It’s truly a blessing.  We’re a team.  Yet, even with all the help and support I get, I still find myself drowning in the sea of responsibilities.  During the most overwhelming moments, I often think to myself, I could never do this on my own.  I couldn’t manage all of this craziness and stay afloat without my partner, my life vest. In the times I feel like I’m drowning, I know he’s not far to rescue me.

 I often think about you.  I think about how you do this all on your own.  I wonder how you have so much strength, so much endurance to conquer each day as a single parent.  It’s a thought that humbles me.  It makes me think twice about complaining of all the to-do lists and the chaos of everyday.  While I think about how overwhelming it is to be a mom even with the help and support of my husband, I remember that not only are you just as busy trying to be a mom, that you are also busy being a dad.  You are doing the job of two.  You are teaching them how to be compassionate, but also strong.  You are teaching them how to cook, but also how to throw a ball.  You are teaching them how to be kind, while also showing them how to defend themselves.  You are nursing them back to health, while still trying to make them tough. You are pulling double duty, all the time.   And I just don’t get how you do it. I think of how hard it is to be a full-time working mom of 3. Then it occurs to me that you are not just working full-time, you work countless of hours overtime. You are the sole breadwinner. You have to make one income look like two. You are the one who comes home after long hours to then cook, clean, bathe, tell bedtime stories, tuck them in, all without any help.  You are the one who has to wake up in the middle of the night to tend to one of them every single time because there’s no one there to do it for you.  You have to kiss all the boo boos and nurse all the fevers, even when you are also sick and no one is there to take care of you.

As much of this has already become part of your daily routine, you are probably used to it all.  You probably just take it day by day and do what you have to do for the sake and love of your children. You probably have forgotten or just no longer think about how much you have sacrificed.  I am writing this because I want you to know that what you do, doesn’t go unnoticed.  I want you to know that its not just your children who appreciate or will someday appreciate everything you’ve sacrificed for them. It’s not just your family who sees your struggle and how you find the strength to keep everyone above water.  I notice it too. Even if we are complete strangers, I admire your strength.   You are a warrior and whether you realize it or not, you make me want to be a better mom.  I’m sure there are moments when you are so completely overwhelmed that you hide in the bathroom to cry or sit alone in the closet so that the kids don’t see you at your weakest. Know that I also have those moments, but it’s the thought of you that makes me stronger.  You are a woman of unbelievable strength.  You are a woman that inspires me to just keep going. You are a mom and a dad.  You are a hero.  Not just to your children, but to me, and I’m sure to many others. I have a profound respect for you and whether you know this or not, I am a better mom because of you.

No, I don’t get how you do it…but I get why you do.  It’s out of love and love knows sacrifice.  Love knows putting others ahead of yourself. Love knows that when your children become parents someday they will then know what you did for them, what you went through. That’s the kind of love they will pass on to their own children and that is the greatest inheritance you can leave them. I don’t get your strength, but I understand your heart.  And I hope that at your weakest, that love always makes you the strongest.  

So, how do you do it? I’m pretty sure that love is the answer…and the greatest part of that answer, is that it never fails.

Sincerely,

An Inspired Mom

 

 

A powerful tribute to mothers: You Are Mighty.

This video is a touching tribute to mothers.  I was in tears watching it because it rings so true.  We often get lost in the ordinary of motherhood, without remembering that what we are doing is truly extraordinary.  I took it upon myself to transcribe the words from the video below.  They are impactful.  Watch the video, read the words, remember them, and share them with the mighty women in your life.  If you take anything away from this tribute, take away these words:  You are mighty. 

“There are those who say that this is ordinary, but don’t’ let that fool you. Motherhood will always be the greatest, least ordinary, most difficult, utterly challenging career that anyone ever hopes to lay claim to.

While others might hear diaper-changer, food-maker, laundry-doer, carpooler, bottle-washer, sweat pants-wearer, life on hold, want to be doing anything else woman. The truth is, whether it feels like it some days or not, you are in fact a shelter from the storm. You are a cape of good hope. You are a warrior who will do battle for your children’s hearts, souls, attention, innocence, education and memories. Go to battle my friends. This is your time. We will hold strong on either side of you. We will pray for those bottles through the dark watches of the night and when doubt comes and children break when adults fail them; and when they push and push as hard against us as the day we delivered them into this world, WE WILL NOT BE BROKEN.

We may ache and see cracks tear through our hearts, but we will get up again tomorrow and we will load the clothes and the words that need to be said again and again and again. When the world tries to paw at them, to break them, to smash the beauty in them, may our wall hold true. May the lessons we’ve told them, truths we’ve lived, the light we’ve spoken into them, come back easily, predictably, with wash and repeat ease. Kingdom business. Jesus work. This shaping of souls, this raising tiny humans. There are those who say this is ordinary. Don’t buy it for a second. Mighty. You are mighty…because you mother.”

Moms in the Spotlight: Audrea shares her difficult journey to motherhood

This is Audrea.  She is a dear friend and colleague of mine.  She was one of the first people I talked to about starting a blog dedicated to mothers.  We talked about how I wanted to share my own experiences, as well as stories from other moms.  Every woman’s journey to motherhood is very different.  I don’t pretend to know everything there is to know about parenting or the struggles women face in their journey.  On the contrary, I have so much to learn.  I have not been through many of the experiences that other women have endured. That is why I hope to learn from other inspiring women and share their experiences with others.

Audrea’s first reaction to hearing about the blog was wanting to share her journey.  She has gone through issues with fertility and endured the heartache of a miscarriage.  Its a subject not many women want to talk about.  I am so proud of my friend for wanting to share this with others, to reach out to those who have gone through or are going through the same heartache.  Her story is beautiful and I hope you watch to the end as she reminds us all that we must weather the storm to find our rainbow.  There will always be a rainbow, as that is God’s promise.

Watch her story here and please share it.  Lets make it reach women everywhere who may be in the midst of the storm, so they know they are not alone.

Thank you so much for sharing your story with us, Audrea!

This mom’s poem on motherhood is on point. Its no wonder it has over 6 million views.

Ted Hughes Award winner Hollie McNish on motherhood

“Someone said that mums are the rocks that never crumble.I don’t think that’s true, ‘cause I do.” Lines from poet Hollie McNish, who’s been awarded the prestigious Ted Hughes Award.

Posted by Channel 4 News on Thursday, March 30, 2017

“What’s my name again?” starts with Hollie McNish, an award-winning poet and mother, as she reads a poem about a mom’s identity from her book, Nobody Told Me.  The book is a memoir of poems about parenthood, but this one in particular is so completely relatable.

As parents, it’s easy to lose our identity.  We are entrenched in the lives of our children and become a different version of ourselves. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way where we have to constantly remind ourselves of who we are as people outside of motherhood.  While we spend our time worrying about the care and the needs of our own children, we forgo our individuality. Holly’s poem touches on so many relatable areas of parenthood, that it makes me feel relief knowing how many mothers far and wide, across countries, share the same sentiments.  I love her words.  Words are powerful and can carry so much weight.  She inspires me in her creative expression.  “Someone said that moms are the rocks that never crumble,” she reads. “I don’t think that’s true, ’cause I do. . . . We are parents, but we are people. . . . We are rocks crumbling sometimes in love that’s so heavy. We are storytelling experts and our stories are many.”

Thank you for sharing, Hollie.

www.holliepoetry.com