When I first thought about starting a blog, I knew I wanted it to be “Real”. I didn’t want to portray an Instagram-ready, picture-perfect mom life…These photos are my real life. My highlights. My mundane. My crazy. I hope they make you smile.
I have a story to tell. But, all week, I’ve struggled with the words. Because it’s not a pretty story…Will you join me in praying for Steven?
Yesterday, I turned 33. In some ways, I love my thirties. I am no longer an unsure twenty-something trying to find my way in life. I have direction and purpose. And yet, in some ways, I don’t want to grow older. With age, comes worry. Fear. The more I know about the world, the more I realize all that could go wrong. Can you relate?
I don’t know where I’d be without REAL friends. You know the ones. The ones who don’t bat an eye when your toddler is throwing a fit on the ground because their child was doing the same thing ten minutes ago. The ones who don’t clean up their house and make it look picture-perfect right before you come over. The friends who will stop everything and take your crazy children for an hour just so you can breathe.
It’s 11pm and once again my sweet baby is crying, not able to sleep. It’s been a rough week for him. Three teeth came in and two more are on the way. I take him out of his crib and bring him into the darkness of our living room. As I lay him on the couch, his daddy lies down next to him. My sweet boy, tears in his eyes, looks right at his daddy and gives a tiny smile. It is a smile of comfort and peace, knowing that everything is okay because his daddy is here.
With great pictures and inspiring bible verses, this is a quick, easy way to embrace God’s Word among the cheerios, milk and baby snuggles. We know that moms don’t have much time in the morning. We may not have fifteen minutes to do devotions, but we all have a minute to see a picture.
Labor and delivery is hard. We know. Even before giving birth, we heard the stories of pain, pushing, and exhaustion. But, honestly, I thought that once I made it through labor and delivery, motherhood would be a piece of cake. Never did I imagine that one day I would be a weary mom. And, yet, here I was standing next to a pile of dirty dishes and a mountain of unwashed laundry wondering how I would make it through the day.