Falling Down the Stairs

Falling Down the Stairs

It was ridiculous, really. A mom would say, “I told you not to do that.” A mom would have said prior, “You are going to get hurt if you attempt to take that huge thing down the stairs.” But I would hear none of the motherly warnings in my mind. I was going to be efficient! So… I fell down the last half of my stairs.   Unfortunately, I was not alone and only moderately embarrassed. Nope. I had to fall down after my four kids, their three friends, and my good friend were downstairs — waiting on me. And not just any friend. This is my friend who always has it all together. She’s graceful. She’s efficient. She’s frugal. She’s stylish! I adore her. I figured that I was headed downstairs anyway (at the request of the kids to show the moms something), so I grabbed a large tote full of shoes and clothes that needed to go into storage in the basement. I was going down anyway, so I might as well make the most of my trip. Efficient Mom! (I could hear the applause.) Halfway down, my foot slipped on a step, and I fell hard. Shoes went flying out of the top of the tote.  My rear hurt quite a bit. My pride hurt the most. I could have cried. From the pain. From embarrassment. I didn’t dare cry in front of my friend, my four kids, and her three kids. No way. I sucked it up. I evaluated my pain and declared, “That’s going to hurt more tomorrow.” I was right. It hurt way more the next...
When You Have a Bad Swing

When You Have a Bad Swing

Here’s the Scene: Baseball Tournament Third game of the day. Last inning of the game. We were down by one run, with a runner on base. Two outs. Two strikes. My 7-year-old was battling at the plate. I cheered for him: “Come on, Bud!” (clap, clap) “You know what to do,” I whispered, as I usually do. I watched as he spun the bat around, preparing for the pitch to come his way. He set. He was ready.   In my life, I don’t always feel overly prepared for the battles at the plate. Often, I feel blindsided by them. I feel like I’m swinging my bat around, just messing around. All of a sudden, a pitch comes, and I’m wildly unprepared. I drop my hands, wait too long, swing like crazy, and I’m left with either a strike or a foul ball. As my husband would say, “That’s a terrible swing. You have a lot of work to do.” My husband knows baseball. If he says you’re doing it wrong, then you probably are. There’s no reason to take offense to what he says. He just knows he can help you make it better, if you listen to him. Did you get that last part? IF YOU LISTEN. The definition for listen is: “1.give one’s attention to a sound // 2.take notice of and act on what someone says.” Listening isn’t just to hear what someone said. Listening involves ACTING on what they said! When I tell my kids to listen, I don’t want them just to hear me. I want them to do something as well! 2 Chronicles...
To The Stressed Mama

To The Stressed Mama

To the Stressed Mama: Give That Worry to Someone Who Doesn’t Sleep   I see you there. You’re taking a break from your chaos of dishes, laundry, and children to browse the internet. You stumbled here. I’m so glad you did, because I want to tell you something important. You’re doing great. Breathe. Now, breathe for real, because I know you didn’t just then. Breathe. In. Out. Something else I want to tell you that is super important: God’s got this. God’s got you. God’s got your kids. God’s got your finances. God’s got your spouse (not necessarily by the throat).  God’s got it all. In His hands. Always working. Always planning. Always loving. That’s How He rolls. I’ll tell you how I know: Because God doesn’t sleep. Shocking, right? But, the Bible states clearly that He doesn’t sleep. Psalm 121: 1-5 says,  “I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel Will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is your keeper; The LORD is your shade on your right hand.”   I could probably get more work done if I didn’t require sleep. (My kids must think I don’t need sleep, since they wake me at all hours of the night – every night.) But, I require sleep. If I don’t have it, I am a big pile of grumpiness. God created the entire world and everything in it (to the...
The Second Snake

The Second Snake

The Second Snake My younger son is five. He isn’t afraid to pick up anything. Anything. His older brother knows that little brother will pick up and touch anything, so we often hear, “Hey, dude! Come and pick this up!” I recently ushered my kids out the door into the garage to play. I opened the garage door so they could start pulling out bikes and toys. I went inside to brush my teeth and get some shoes on so I could join them. In the middle of brushing my teeth, my older son came inside yelling about how I had to come outside. “Right now, Mom.” His voice told me he was serious. He talked on: “There’s a snake, Mom. In the garage!” I went on high-alert. In the garage. A snake. Great. I brushed my teeth quickly, put on shoes that covered my toes (very important when a snake is nearby, I learned from experience). I prepared myself mentally. I was going to have to catch another snake. I went through in my head what needed to be done. My heart rate increased. My mind was racing about the steps I was going to take next. All of that was dissolved the moment I opened the door to the garage. My five year old stood at the door, holding his arm up, with a snake dangling from his hand. The mix of emotion was bizarre. Pride mixed with fear mixed with relief. I was proud of him for doing such a crazy, scary thing. He was never scared. He knew how to handle snakes because he listened...
Never Want to Miss a Thing

Never Want to Miss a Thing

Never Want to Miss a Thing Baseball season has begun. That means, spring is really here, and summer is right around the corner! That means this mama’s hard work of pitching, throwing, and catching many many many balls with my kids will pay off on the field. I love helping my kids practice and improve. My oldest son had his first baseball game of the season last night. It was a beautiful day in Kansas — cloudy but warm. It was a fun game, with my son playing catcher and third base. He even hit a home run! It was a great start to his season! A friend of mine has a son just a year older than mine. He had his opening game last night as well (and played great). His brother was sick, so his mom stayed home with the sick one, while his dad was at the game. His mom was bummed to miss seeing her son play, which is understandable. She’s been a dedicated baseball mom for many years! She doesn’t want to miss anything her kids are involved in. I was praying for her this morning, and God brought something to my attention: God doesn’t want to miss anything either. I literally had to pause what I was doing to think about that. God is a Father. He takes joy in seeing us practice, learn, and grow. When we hurt, He hurts with us. When we rejoice, He’s there, cheering us on. Through the good and the bad, God the Father doesn’t want to miss any of it.  Psalm 139 says, “1 You have searched...