I want to share today on a particular matter that I find to be discouraging. I know that it is one of the unintended matters or, rather, the message is unintended, but when a mother leaves her home so that she can pursue “meaningful work,” or “have real conversations with real people,” or to “not waste” her life, she is saying to her children: you are not as valuable as ______, or spending time with you is not fruitful, relevant, important, or fulfilling [to me!]. I’ve met many young mothers who work outside their homes in careers or what have…
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If the apron is the uniform of motherhood, then the van is motherhood’s company car. Now, when a mother first starts out, she has the starter car… it’s the two door model she attempts to “make do” until she has to move up to the dreaded “mini van.” It doesn’t take much time (or brains) to conclude that getting in and out of the back seat with a baby carrier and all the stuff doesn’t work well in a sports car. You know, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret and it is this: I sort of cringe…
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I was tagged by “HT” at Heart Journey… She wrote: Hello Mrs. Spurling! You are being tagged for the “8 Random Facts” meme. Stop on by to see what it’s about! 😉 Okay… here’s my totally random post of “8 Random Facts” and these are facts, by the way. 1. I love to take walks in the spring… or on the beach… or through autumn leaves… or crunching snow or in friend’s yards or into very familiar situations/houses. 2. The information on my driver’s license has not been accurate for nearly 20 years. O, stop it… it is still valid.…
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So, what are you going to do now that you have finished high school? Going on to College? Going to make something of your life? What do you want to do (read: what career are you going into)? Well, first, I want to be a wife and homemaker — Yes, I want to be a wife and mother. What?!?! You just want to be a homemaker? Don’t you want to do anything? O, yes, I do want to do many things… that’s why I want to be a homemaker and mother and that’s why I want to be married-to be…
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The ‘I Wills’ of Motherhood I can’t handle this job.” “I can’t do this.” “I’m never going to make it through this.” Have you have said those words? I know I have and at the time, I really meant them. And I will likely really mean them if/when I say those words again. It’s been a long time since I said those words, or felt those thoughts, if I didn’t actually say the words out loud. I pray I will never, no, not ever, say those words again and I pray I will never think them again – no, not…
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Those first two little teeth… those same little teeth that made their debut five years earlier mark a milestone in that little one’s life, when they begin to have a bit more space in that growing jaw and then become wiggly in delighted little fingers. With probably the same thrill and joy we felt upon first seeing them pop through, we pull them out. A surge of the bittersweet may wash over us as we observed this milestone. Those bittersweet moments only mothers know… the baby’s are growing… they’re learning to toddle across the floor, they fall and skin flawless…
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I just came in from receiving a package from the UPS man. He stops by every few days to bring packages for my husband. And it dawned on me today that he is always greeted by a little caravan of children on bicycles or skates or, on rainy days, leaning over the back of the sofa to watch him through the living room window. They watch for him and he watches for them. They see his big brown truck driving down the lane and instantly recognize him as the UPS man because of his brown uniform. He always looks neat…
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What do you think Michelle Dugger says when people ask the predictable question: Are they all yours?
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A Mother Worthy of Remembrance No matter who you are, where you live, what your age… the very mention of the word “mother” likely conjures up many emotions. Even when we mothers look at ourselves in the mirror, we undoubtedly have mixed emotions as to who we are, what we do, what we hoped we’d be and what we are becoming. We may think back on memories of our mothers with bittersweet emotion… loving them for who they were or tried to be, cringing with regret for taking them for granted, regretting things they did that hurt us or things…
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I’ve come to believe that having traditions or the “we always did_________” is probably one of the most important things a mother can do for her children and family. I can’t think of a better way to be remembered than by the children looking forward to or looking back on special traditions that mama keeps or the tradtitions she kept. As we look forward to special events in our lives, we are most often thinking of how *we* like them or how *we* see them but I think it’s important to remember how *others* will like them or others…