On Sunday, we asked you how old you are and you happily replied, “I’m two years old!” Later that same day, a mass shooting occurred in Las Vegas at a country music festival. Many lost their lives and many were injured.
You are only two years old. As you grow, you’ll begin to understand things like hate and tragedy and injustice. You may wonder if it’s better to “stay home/play it safe” or live your life and risk being caught in crossfire (these hate shootings have happened at school, at a movie, at a concert, etc). And how do we respond after tragedy? Baby, your momma doesn’t have all the answers. But I want to share with you what I do know to be true.
After first learning of the shooting and through out the day, I couldn’t help but cry. As Glennon Doyle says it best: “you are not a mess. you are a feeling person in a messy world.” That describes me well. Your momma feels things deeply. You may too. Despite what society may tell you, this is OK. The Bible even instructs us to “mourn with those who mourn.” After tragedy strikes, you aren’t weak if it impacts you. You are a feeling person in a messy world.
Unfortunately, life is not safe. Even for those of us who live in the 1st world. Life is fragile. There’s no guarantee on how our lives will play out. Life is not fair. Bad things happen to really great people. Baby girl, safe can’t be the goal. I can’t even keep you safe all of the time. Despite this reality, we can be brave (doing the right thing scared). And we can focus on the things within our control like living and loving well by doing “small things with great love” – Mother Teresa. With whatever number of days we are given, we can love God and others more and more, and we can find joy in ordinary moments. Life is short but we can live it well when we live with this understanding “there’s a reason I’m alive for the blink of an eye” – Mercy Me.
Lastly, when tragedy strikes, remember this quote by Mr. Rogers. And in addition to noticing all the helpers, be one of them.
Do you hear the crickets? It’s been 4 months since my last post. This has been the longest gap in writing since I started this blog back in 2013. Life has been full, mundane, busy, exciting and simple. Working full-time (with a 40 minute commute each way) while raising a toddler is the season that I’m in. And I’m grateful . While it doesn’t leave much room for hobbies like writing, I’m learning to be OK with that. Often, the most meaningful thing that you can do is to choose to be present for your regular life and in doing so, joy is found in the simple and ordinary.
Since I last wrote, we’ve been to work conferences — both for me and for Derek. While Derek remains home full-time with our daughter, he attended General Conference for the FMCiC, is a member on S.C.O.D., led music at Wesley Acres for 3 weeks in July, and was the camp speaker for Pine Orchard Family Camp this past week. He’s been busy for a stay-at-home dad!
It’s been just over one year since we left pastoring our church of 6 years. The processing of that could be a whole other blog post (or book!). A year later, we are doing well. We are happy and healthy yet remain to be committed students of healing and learning.
In recent months, many have asked what’s next for Derek. He would tell you that a year later, he continues to enjoy being home with our daughter. That he’s enjoyed serving in various ministry settings over this past summer. But what’s next regarding full-time pastoral ministry or something else? We just don’t know. A year later, there’s still a lot of question marks. While that seems hard for some to understand, we aim to be OK with that. We firmly believe that God cares more about who you are than what you do (as in a title or position). Our current season has helped us to really embrace this truth. We are the better for it!
A whole year later, our motto is still the same. We are enjoying this season (our baby girl will only be this young once!), while also attempting to live this:
As a couple, we view parenthood as a joint adventure. We are both in the game in every way. For the first year of our daughter’s life, I stayed home on mat leave (Canada rocks!). Now I’m the one working full-time while dad stays home.
At this time, Dad has been the stay-at-home parent for two months now. Over the last several weeks, the following has been said to him:
How are you liking retirement?
You can’t be staying home, you’ll go crazy!
There are things said to stay-at-home dads that don’t seem to be said to stay-at-home moms. Being a stay-at-home parent is a real, full-time job (I don’t think it’s quite like retirement??). While you DO feel like you’ll go crazy at times (teething, tantrums, etc) it’s also filled with moments of fun and laughter. Some days are tough. Some days are great.
While the day-to-day is similar whether mom or dad stays home, misunderstandings for dad abound. Even after Derek explains that his full-time job right now is providing care for our toddler, some are still shocked that he’s actually alone with her for 5 days a week (M-F). And he’s the main one up with our daughter during the night (on week nights). He’s a real stay-at-home parent in every way.
How long will he be the stay-at-home parent for? We don’t know. What we do know is this: it’s important to embrace whatever season of life you find yourself in. And we try to remember that our daughter won’t be like this for long…and we are going to miss this.
The other day at work, I bought hard-boiled eggs from the cafeteria as per usual. This time, the eggs didn’t taste right so after a couple bites, I couldn’t eat anymore. A co-worker asked me about the eggs and then proclaimed, “maybe your pregnant!” I laughed and assured her that I’m not.
And so it begins. I have a 1 year old and I’m back to work after a year long maternity leave. Both of these = people wondering and asking if I’m pregnant with child #2.
While we think that we’d like a 2nd child (maybe?), I don’t feel ready for another pregnancy at this time. Is it even possible to feel ready for another pregnancy while you have a young child to take care of? And to feel ready for another round of newborn sleep deprivation?
I’ve done a little google searching on the topic of child spacing. Seems that many try to space their children close together in the hope that their children will be lifelong friends (while close spacing is no guarantee of this). There are others who intentionally wait until their child is older (3 or more years) so that they can have more 1:1 time with each child. In the different cases, I’ve noticed the following:
almost everyone is happy with their child spacing (very few say they’d do things differently).
there’s pros and cons to every age gap between siblings
I must acknowledge that we don’t always have a choice in child spacing. With that said, what are your thoughts re: ideal child spacing? For those with two or more children, what are the pros and cons of the age gap between your kids? Would you do things differently if there was a next time?
And if there’s any, “one and done” families reading this, please comment. What do you like about it? I’m loving our family of 3. I think it has many positives.
I didn’t always want to be a mom. In fact, I thought that I’d live happily childfree for all of my days. Around 5 years of marriage, I started to wonder if I’d regret not having a child. I thought of and pursued the possibility of building our family through adoption. That door closed. Then we tried for a baby and had a miscarriage. Mother’s Day 2014 was dark and sad. I didn’t know if we’d ever have a child.
Here I am now in 2016 with a 13-month old on Mother’s Day. Becoming a mother has changed me in a way that I didn’t imagine. I now feel certain things so deeply in my heart. In particular, my heart aches for all sorts of mothers on Mother’s Day. Especially today, I think of:
The woman who wants to be a mother
The one who has lost a child
The lady struggling with the demands of motherhood
The mother who has an estranged child
Those living without their mom
And this week, I think of all the mothers affected by the Fort McMurray fires. There have been women who’ve given birth during this past week while fleeing from their home.
I am glad to be a mom. It is seriously hard work. Challenging. Tiring. And the lovey-dovey stuff too. But one thing I’m grateful for is the way in which my journey of motherhood has given me a deep love for any struggling momma. I’m feeling both sad and glad this Mother’s Day, and I think that’s okay.
Yesterday, baby girl clapped her hands together for the first time. She loved our reaction so much that she did this a couple of times. For months now, people have been asking me if Isabel can do “pat-a-cake”. My reply was “no” but then went home and googled the song. Of course I was “failing” my daughter because I wasn’t teaching her pat-a-cake! 🙂
Recently, she has been sitting in the top part of a shopping cart. Boy does this make a huge difference when out shopping! She now loves to shop. And she especially loves the shopping carts where she gets to pretend that she’s driving (Home Hardware, Lowes, etc).
Our house has been in a construction zone for months now (due to a tree falling on our house in late October). While our upstairs has been in repair, the only safe/clean spot for her to hang out is in a play pen. She cries when we put her in the play pen! Maybe a couple times a day she’ll play in there happily by herself, but most of the time she hates it. I’ve been so eager to get our house back in order so that we can set this girl free! Well, today was that day. We’ve mostly baby proofed the upstairs (still some fine tuning to do) and she had the best day. No crying. No tears. She had the best time crawling around, playing and exploring (she was happy playing with or without us). Turns out, we are all happier with her being able to crawl all over the place (i.e. living room and kitchen).
Her sleep has been all over the place. She slept through the night one day last week AND had a night where she slept for ONLY 4 hours in the past week. We don’t get it. She’s almost a year old. I’ve been suspicious that she may be getting more teeth. She already has all 8 teeth that a baby can get by 12 months. Her next teeth shouldn’t arrive until 12+ months (her bottom molars) but I suspect that she’s cranking those teeth out now. Today I felt around and I think I feel something on the bottom left side. This girl doesn’t like to be on time but early (i.e. she came a week before her due date).
Spring is my favourite time of year. We are getting a very early spring right now in Canada (robins and other birds have been back since the first week in March). I love watching new life begin again. As our baby nears one year old, I can’t help but feel that this is a “spring” season for us. There are significant elements of stress that are no longer part of our lives (i.e. one example is no longer living in a construction zone while on mat leave. that was so hard. I was losing my mind). Lately, I’m observing a new stage of mother-daughter time beginning and it looks a lot like spring. While I’ve always loved my baby girl, I am enjoying her turning into a toddler much more than I thought I would (I have been dreading it!). I am grateful that a new season is upon us, and it reminds me of spring.