Mom, do you feel like you are losing control of your children? Are you constantly repeating yourself? Are you frustrated and overwhelmed?
Lately, I’ve been feeling like my home is a war zone. I feel like I’m walking onto a battlefield every morning. It’s thoroughly exhausting. In a parenting class many years ago our pastor told us “We don’t negotiate with terrorists.” Sadly, I’ve been finding myself doing more and more of that a lot lately.
When we find ourselves in this situation, we have two options. We can either take cover and pretend everything is alright or we can face the “enemy” head-on.
If you find you are constantly repeating yourself, out of routine, or wondering what your kids are doing with their time, you need to go back to the basics.
In our world of social media, HGTV, and beach body mamas it’s so easy to fall into the trap of being discontent. Comparing ourselves to others or the unrealistic perception we have of others makes our heart yearn to be like them, to have what they have, to do what they do.
Humanity is in a constant battle of lust; the intense desire for more. We want what we don’t have, and we want it now. This attitude is not only reserved for stuff. We, as moms, can pretty much be discontent about anything and everything our marriage, children, money, house, body the list goes on.
We find ourselves making statements like, “if only” or “when I get ‘this'” then I’ll be happy.
Sadly as we fall into discontentment, our joy goes right along with it. The constant chase for contentment only breeds more discontentment. It’s a vicious cycle.
In our sinful nature, it is never enough, and it will never be enough. We need to learn to be content and fulfilled completely with Christ.
About 5 minutes after my son had left for work I get a phone call from him. In the world of texting getting an honest to goodness phone call from your 17 year old usually means something bad has happened. Mother’s intuition was right once again. He was indeed in a car accident. Thankfully no one was injured, but our poor van was in pretty rough shape.
Amongst all of the phone tag with insurance companies and scrambling to find us a rental car to fit our large family, I started to have fear creep into my heart and mind it sounded something like this. “You know the van is probably totaled, and you totally can’t afford to buy a new car right now. What are you going to do? How are you going to survive? This weekend is such a crazy weekend. Why this weekend? Why not another time because you know there are definitely better times to have accidents. How is this all going to work out? This was not in your plans for this weekend.”
Today was one of those days. I felt the weight of all of my tasks falling down on me. I had cleaned and organized for days, only to look around and have nothing to show for it.
I worked hard.
I’m tired of working hard for what seems has no reward.
My children weren’t particularly bad, but it just felt like every single one needed me at that exact moment. About ready to burst, I found myself breathless. I was feeling physical symptoms.
Doing what any Supermom would do I carried on trying to be strong. Eventually finding myself in a quiet room nursing my precious baby asking myself, “What am I doing?” Why in the world did I have all of these kids? Why did I choose this life?
In a house of nine you can imagine we have a lot of mouths speaking pretty much all of the time. Not to mention, as I have said before, we have a family most would describe as spicy. This potentially lethal combination leads to a great need to turn to Scripture for direction on how to deal with this.
The Bible, specifically Proverbs, has a lot to say about the tongue. It can be used to build up or tear down, to speak life or death.
I recently posted on how are children are image bearers, how they absorb everything they hear and see us do. Well, mothers here are ten great verses for ourselves as well our children to memorize and hide in our hearts. The hope is in times of conflict we can speak life into the lives of those precious people that God has entrusted to us.
Our journey with eczema started shortly after our third child, Onesimus, was born. We first noticed it on his cheek. It then started to spread to his jaw, and behind his ear. Even though he was young, he quickly figured out how to scratch open the wounds. His face would seep and bleed it was awful. The worst part was I felt powerless to do anything about it.
During Onie’s, that’s his nickname, infant stage; I tried every ointment, cream, lotion, and medicine that my friends recommended. Around the age of one his legs broke out from knee to feet. This breakout was much worse and I could not get rid of it. My poor little guy was miserable. Eczema is known as “the itch that rashes” the more you scratch, the itchier it becomes and it gets pretty hard to manage. Each night I would sit in his bed and rub his bandaged up legs.
When you walk into that huge, huge vendor hall and see all of those booths with their marketing signs and loads and loads of books, it’s very normal to get completely overwhelmed. When I’m overwhelmed, I become stress paralyzed. Yes, it is a real thing I promise!??
To help you avoid stress paralyzation, I swear it’s real, here are five tips that I use each and every year as I navigate the vendor hall at the GHS convention.