There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

When you’re the mommy that doesn’t send a snack


Oh my is this the longest week ever!  I’m one of those change addicts that loves the idea of change, but hates the reality of it.  The inauguration into elementary school has been PAINFUL.  I nearly broke down in tears today when the horse folder (don’t ask me…I don’t know either) didn’t make it into Kenny’s backpack.  The sacred horse folder is apparently the keeper of all important paperwork coming home.  And today that meant the forms for school pictures.  My child has already been the ONE to not wear the school shirt to the first day of school (his choice).  The ONE to not have a snack on the first two days of school (my lack of knowledge).  Now he’s on the brink of being shutout of the iconic school picture!  WHAT IS GOING ON?   I used to be a smart woman.  I just read my engineering resume from six years ago and couldn’t decipher half the words.  Is my brain turning to mush?  Do I need more coffee?  More sleep?  More time away from preschool books/kids shows/made-up superhero games?  (See how much I hate the reality of change and how it induces a complete meltdown?)

After putting my head between my legs and breathing deeply for a few minutes, my cognitive processing abilities returned and I was reminded of something.  God is constant.  Psalm 48:14 says, “…this God is our God forever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end.”  What a wonderful truth.  He has been constant in my life through successful career days, a joyous wedding day, the mania of post-partum days, the terror-filled days of my spouse’s illness, and yes, even the first days of kindergarten.  He knows me and my tendency to overreact, and has surrounded me with a husband and friends who know how to talk me down from the edge of my imaginary cliff.  Yes, the possibilities are endless with God in my corner.  Who knows…maybe I could even be class mom one day? 

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