Wednesday, March 9, 2016

The Refiners Fire of Motherhood

Has anyone stopped to wonder how moms do what they do? Seriously I think we are superheros. Think about it, there are so many smaller jobs inside the big job that come along with being a mom. We are nurses, playmates, supervisors, creative consultants, advisers, disciplinarians, cuddle monsters, love machines, cooks, house-maids, listeners, organizers, encouragers, teachers, friends, stewards, taxi drivers, executive decision makers, toy mechanics, problem solvers, scientists, artists, engineers, and the list goes on and on. That list doesn't even include our other duties like being a wife or an employee. We can perform all of these duties sometimes in the same day to keep our little ones safe and happy! We are kind of amazing that way!

I will be the first to admit that sometimes its a little bit much. The daily routine of being mom is sometimes the best thing and sometimes the worst, and sometimes both at the same time. Don't get me wrong, motherhood is the most important and amazing thing I have ever done with my life, those kids are my world, and I wouldn't change a single  thing. But, I think its worth mentioning that sometimes its just down right hard.

We all have different strengths and weaknesses. I for one, loved English and art in school, and abhorred math. I would clearly not grow up to be a Mathematician , physicist, or rocket scientist. My sister in law Eve on the other hand is amazing at math and would be a great mathematician or math teacher. I was never the mothering type growing up either. I never babysat, my first diaper change was my daughters, I didn't even like kids outside of my own family for the most part. When they plopped my beautiful daughter on my chest when she was born I was like: "well now what?" (with a slightly hysterical look on my face). While my sister in law is one of those that was just born to be a mom. She's had tons of babysitting experience, changed a million diapers, and has an affinity for kids. She must have known exactly what to do when my sweet little nephew came into the world.



I knew better than to grow up to be a crazy great photographer like my good friend Meagan, or a wickedly talented interior designer like my sister Jessie, or a sweet and loving elementary school teacher like my bestie Amanda
...those things are just not my strengths. BUT..... We are all moms! Isn't that crazy! We are all doing the exact same job, the most important job, despite our differences. And we are all succeeding! How can this be?

I'm not saying its sunshine and rainbows every second of every day being a mom for all of us. In fact I think some of us struggle more than others. I think some of us, like me, weren't necessarily cut out to be naturally super great at momming, and some days I feel it in my heart and I fight with all I have to learn and to cope and to change because my kids are worth it and I want to be better for them. And than there are those that, like my sister in law, were made for this. They make it look easy, little things that come along with motherhood don't phase them like they do me, they are the moms that can make all of those crazy awesome pinterest projects a reality! They are like mom superheros!

I'm not saying that either kind of mom is better than the other. Not at all! We all have happy and healthy children who probably think we are killing it at being their mom, at least most of the time. But what I am trying say is that some of us have a harder time keeping it together.
I used to have this thought that I wasn't as good of a mom as Sally down the street. I would privately bare this quiet shame. A heatwave of guilt and self disgust would flood over me out of no where. I would feel as if my kids deserved someone better than me. And that's a horrible feeling. I might be wrong but I'm willing to bet that several moms have these thoughts and never talk about them because we don't want anyone to know that we struggle. We want everyone to think we are supermom and that we've got it nailed down. We don't want anyone questioning our abilities or our love for our children. I bet that many of us could too easily relate to one of my favorite quotes from a poem by Stevie Smith, "I was farther out than you thought and not waving but drowning". 

Why do we do that to ourselves? That's NOT RIGHT!! We are all doing the very best we can for our kids on a daily basis, playing to our strengths, and hopefully working on our weak spots. Ive been able to change my perspective recently on my previous negativity. I have to remind myself that I am walking through the refiners fire and becoming the person that my children need me to be daily. The changes that have taken place in my life are astonishing and I know they have come from great effort on my part as well as the tender mercies of God. I believe that it is in my heavenly fathers plan for me to become something more than I am and for me, motherhood is how I am achieving that.
It has been the greatest blessing in my life to be a mom to my two wonderful children even when it has felt like the biggest burden. The hardest things in life make us the best we can be. And isn't it amazing that although its the hardest thing, it also offers such joy and happiness to have these babies in our lives? Isn't it great that we have each other to lean on and learn from?

We are all wildly different. That makes each of us beautiful and amazing in our own way. But we all have one thing in common and that is unconditional love for our children. We were all created for this divine purpose and God gave us ALL the tools we will ever need to take these precious people from infancy to adulthood without screwing them up too badly haha. Just in case you need to hear it today, YOU CAN DO THIS! You are amazing and your kids love you!! You are appreciated even if its not shown and you are A GREAT MOM!!

By the way, I am so blessed to have these amazing women in my life to lean on and learn from as I continue in the refiners fire!! 











Monday, March 7, 2016

One Bouncing baby boy coming right up :)

Some time has past since my last blog post. If you read my last post clear back in 2014, you will know what I am talking about when I say that everything in-fact doubled! Life is even crazier than it was before but it is also better than ever. A lot has happened since my last post so I guess I will start with my sweet baby boy's birth story:

On the night of January 8th 2015 I began having some consistent contractions. I felt so much more prepared this time around. With Berkley I had this constant anxiety that I wouldn't realize what a contraction felt like and that I wouldn't make it to the hospital in time and deliver her in our apartment bathroom which was (at the time) my worst nightmare haha. This time I knew exactly what to expect and that offered me great comfort!
I was due to deliver on the 18th so I thought maybe these were just Braxton Hicks contractions, but as the night went on they became stronger and stronger and I knew it was time. We headed to the hospital around 3am. Cyler and Eve had agreed to watch Berkley for us when the time came but they had the flu so we ended up taking our cute little one year old with us to the delivery room. Robby and Berkley were absolute troopers as they sat on the uncomfortable sofa so early in the morning waiting for a new son and brother.


Baylor Max Reid arrived on January 9th 2015 at 9:46am. He weighed 8' 6" and was 21.5 inches long. He had some hair but not as much as his big sister when she was born. His hair was lighter too!
 
 I remember thinking he was just perfect. I finally had my boy. If you know me you know that I have always looked forward to having a little boy for my own. He was here and he was mine and I couldn't have been happier. To my surprise my heart grew again when I couldn't imagine it had the capacity to grow anymore. I was totally in love.

It was such a different experience than what I had with Berkley. It made all of the difference in the world just knowing what to expect having done it once already. I had time to slow down and take in all of the little details. There was a calmness that was definitely lacking the first time around. I might be different than most but I LOVE the delivery process. The epidural is awesome, nurses wait on you hand and foot, the pushing part is minimal and I don't feel a thing, you have everything you need, the nurse can help you out at night and let you get a few hours of sleep in a row which is amazing, family can come and go as they please, and everything is taken care of. Aside from the food and the fact that my poor husband has to sleep on a super uncomfortable recliner thing for a few nights, the hospital experience has been almost heaven for me both times. Robby was, as always, the best through this experience. I still dont know how I got into this amazing mess with such a great man. Love him so much!

It is blowing my mind how quick this little boy is growing up! He was an easy baby. He rarely cried and made everyone feel good because he would smile at anyone and everyone.



When bay man was about 6 months old he fell from the bed while sitting in his bumbo and broke his collar bone. I was devastated. I knew it was an accident and I have come to peace with it, but at the time I was just racked with guilt. If I had watched him closer or maybe not set him on the bed we could have avoided that situation. I felt so bad, and i certain degree of guilt will be with me forever. Seeing his little arm wrapped up in an ace bandage was almost too much to bare. But he did pretty well in recovery and was his happy little self about 95% of the healing process.


Little man continued to grow and grow and now he is 14 months old in a couple of days! He is the light of my life (along with his sister) and is such a fun happy little man. He loves to throw a ball around and be outside just like the rest of his family. He is still a big smiler and eats SO MUCH FOOD. He can out eat Berkley any day. He is an amazing little boy and I am so blessed to be his mama.
The picture in the plaid shirt is on his first birthday.






Before I had Baylor we tried to explain to Berkley that there was a baby in mom's tummy and that it would be her baby brother. We told her she would love him and that he would love her and that they would be best friends.






           She didn't buy it at first.



But over time she warmed up to him. 

Now they are best buddies <3