Friday, January 20, 2012

Working It Out

Although I haven't really said much I've been working out really hard (minus the month of December when things were just too crazy). I think I'm afraid if I talk about it I'll lose my momentum or quit or something. Anyways, I just started Jillian Michael's "Ripped in 30"--completed her 30 Day Shred in September/October and lost 4 inches just off of my waist in like 12 days...worth the pain!
I usually try to do the elliptical also but the hardest part is finding the time in my day. Because my kids are without direction while I'm doing these workouts (my goal is to wake up really early and do my dvd workout then--but it doesn't always happen. Sleep trumps most things in my world.) I have to be creative to fit them in.
This morning things went so well! My littles found something fun to do. Who knew a skateboard ramp and a dump truck could equal a roller coaster?

And for me (pardon the unrotated picture-oops!) 40 minutes on the elliptical (also referred to the "helliptical" by me) was well over 450 calories burned and my husband's mp3 makes the 40 minutes go much faster. On the playlist? All different genres. One song that really touched me this morning was "I'm Forgiven" by Chris Tomlin. I've heard it a million times. And I've heard the concept more than a million times. But it touched me all over again. ..."That you my King would die for me...". In a world where kings expect anyone to be willing to give his or her life for the monarch, from the lowest of plebes to the highest position in the military, we have a King that gave His life for us!  That is amazing to me.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Pride In Motherhood

Pride. It gets in the way of so many areas of life. But motherhood is where it really tends to rear it's ugly head. I don't mean being proud that you're a mom or proud that you have great  kids. I mean pride like the kind that goes before a fall.
I have one child in particular that has humbled me greatly.
From the time I got pregnant I thought I knew it all this time around. My first two pregnancies were totally different. Almost as different as the kids themselves. I always joked that if I ever did get pregnant a third time I would know what I was having (girl or boy) within a few weeks. Because with Lindsay (my firstborn) I was never sick. Not for a minute. Then, with Jared, I found out what women meant when they complained of nausea. Not that I vomited (just once), I just wished I could. I was miserable. And everything hurt. All. The. Time. So, I deduced that girl pregnancies were easier for me than boy pregnancies. When I found out I was pregnant with Haley I started trying to figure it out. Sure enough, I was sick. Then I wasn't. Then I was. Then I wasn't. Ok, that's funny God. (Except with the bleeding episodes I had it wasn't too funny because every time my symptoms would go away-ie I felt good-I would worry that I was going to miscarry.) So, I was clueless. Still. Baby number 3 and I still knew nothing. You'd think that would've taught me something right there.
When she was born I was pretty sure I was a seasoned mom by now. After all, Jared and Lindsay had come out pretty good so far. Ha. First of all, the  more kids you have the more divided you are. Not your love. That's the easy part. I love all of my kids with my whole heart. Each one is so special in so many ways. The hard part is keeping track of what all of them are doing at any given moment. Or not doing. And dealing with each child's behavior. "Fairly". Whatever that is.
That child cried. A Lot. And still does. A lot. I used to (pridefully) wonder why other people's children were not happy. Why they cried/screamed. Then, I realized (via my third child) that sometimes kids just do that. It doesn't always reflect on the parent good or bad.
If you would have told me (prior to my humbling child) that your child wouldn't go to bed, wouldn't eat, kept talking when you said not to, or various other annoying behaviors, I would've had THE answer. You know, the parent that says "Well, you need to....blah blah blah." Making you feel as if you must be the biggest dunderhead in all of parenting history. *Raises hand* Yes, that used to be me. But don't worry...if you come to me now...I will hug you or pat you on the back and say "I'm so sorry you're dealing with this." I might timidly offer a suggestion of something I have tried or heard of that worked, but I will ALWAYS add on the disclaimer "...but I know every child is so different."
Moms, in their pride, can get downright catty and even mean. There are so many different (good!) ways to raise your children. Remember that your journey is not your neighbor's. While you might have breastfed longer, you didn't see her tears as she tried and couldn't. Or her tears as she handed her baby over to a babysitter or daycare because she had to go back to work. (I feel that I am so blessed to have the option of staying home! I try to remember what a privilege that is on a daily basis.) Who cares if your baby was cloth diapered or disposable diapered (I mean, it's neat and there are some good reasons but it doesn't make one mother better than the other!?), whether your baby co-slept or slept through the night in his or her own crib from day 1?? (Well, if your baby slept through from day 1 I hate you a little bit. Only a tiny.) Whether you wore your baby or put him or her in a stroller.
As long as you love your child and discipline them (in whatever manner WORKS for your family!) and love them some more. Most of us are doing the best we can with what we have. And what I have might not look like what you have. And that's okay! As moms we need to be nice and supportive. Be a peacemaker. Not necessarily a peacekeeper. If someone is doing harm to her children (real harm), please, speak up. Speaking the truth in love is not the same as judging in a prideful manner. Be a good example of the parenting style you choose. If you want people to want what you have/do, represent it well. Now, after this sat in my drafts for 10 days waiting for me to have time to finish goes! :) Feedback is great by the way. ;)

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