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MOMMY MONDAY (2/23/15)

The Prognosis


A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital, self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway, studying her curiously. As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, they boy came forward to snuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. His mother was saying, "And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I'll be better." The young child sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, "Different hair, same old heart." His mother no longer had to wait for "sometime, hopefully soon" to be better. She was. Rochelle M. Pennington

MOMMY MONDAY (2/16/15)

 
My Body Broken for You
 
I had this mission. Lose all the baby weight. It seemed like a simple
goal. Nursing helped. Watching my sugar intake helped. Eating healthy and
getting exercise… it all helped. Even though I should be clear that my
version of exercise is chasing three kids around. Well, two and a newborn.
I have this friend who runs marathons and jumps over fire in those extreme
obstacle courses. She’s awesome. Her version of exercise and my version of
exercise are two completely different things.
 
But in my own way, on my own schedule, I eventually lost all of the baby
weight. But the day that the scale finally showed the number that it did
before I had kids… the mirror had evidently not gotten the memo. I
remember standing there looking at myself confused.
 
“Wait. The scale says that I weigh what I used to…. So why don’t I look
like I did before?”
 
The weight was gone, but the girl in the mirror looked nothing like she
did before she carried and birthed three babies. My heart sank a little.
 
Motherhood changes us. It just does. It changes us in every beautiful and
powerful way. We suddenly have the ability to love like we didn’t know was
possible. We have the strength to keep going despite complete exhaustion.
And we have the determination to always do what is best for those we love
so passionately no matter the circumstances.
 
But it also changes us in other ways. Our priorities, our friendships, our
marriages, our relationships with those around us… and our relationship
with ourselves – some better, some worse, motherhood changes all of it.
 
I have realized this. While I thought I was just trying to get back to how
I looked before I was pregnant, I was really looking for who I used to be
before I had a baby.
 
To be honest? There are days when I don’t really know this version of me.
This mom lady. She’s new. She does a lot of things that I said I would
never do, she sometimes showers less often than I ever thought she would,
and she drives a van. But the truth is?
 
My goal shouldn’t be to find the “me” that was lost. My goal should be to
make friends with the woman that I have become. To embrace her for who she
is. Scars and all.
 
Because even though she is different, she is worth knowing. She is worth
being kind to… She is worth loving.
 
And while my body will never be what it once was, I have decided this,
 
My scars and changed self serve as a reminder of the Great Love that
sacrificed His own body. Who bore His own scars. Whose body was broken
that we might have life. I suppose great love always requires sacrifice.
But if His love has taught me anything, it is that the sacrifice is always
worth the gain.
 
So, friend? Your body might not look like it once did. But it tells the
story of love. And there is no story more beautiful than that.
 
Becky Thompson - Scissortail Silk Blog
 

MOMMY MONDAY (2/9/15)


Whenever I need help being a mother, I remember my mother and grandmother,
women who planted seeds of wisdom in my soul, like a secret garden, to
flower even in the bitterest cold.
On one particularly bleak day, I came home to find a "not so polite"
second notice on my gas bill, and all three of my children almost down for
the count.
Tommy 11, suffered from a bad haircut. "My teacher took my ball cap away
'cuz gentlemen don't wear hats in the building." He'd endured remarks like
"baldy" and "skin head" all day, he told me, as he hid is head with both
hands.
Lisa had made the finals of her second-grade spelling bee, only to lose
out on the word afraid. The irony was not lost on me.
Jenni, in first grade, had been chastised for her nervous giggle at the
reading table and snickered at for stumbling over a sentence.
"Well kids, what we have here is a Red-Letter Failure Day. Let's go
celebrate!" Shocked out of their gloom, they watched me closely. "My
Grandma Towse always used to say, 'We learn more from our failures than
from our successes. The more a stone is weathered by troubles, the farther
it will skip.' Let's go to McDonald's for our first Failure Party."
That led to many great failure parties, and we learned to look for what we
could celebrate from our tragedies, rather than agonize over what we
suffered. I hope I've planted seeds in my children's souls, gathered from
the wisdom of the women before me, to be scattered in their own gardens
someday.
Judith Towse-Roberts

MOMMY MONDAY (2/2/15)

In the Genes


A young woman named Mary gave birth to her first child, and because her husband was on military duty, she spent a couple of weeks after the birth at the home of her parents. One day Mary mentioned to her mother that she was surprised the baby's hair was reddish, when both she and her husband were blonde. "Well, Mary," said her mother, "you must remember, your daddy's hair is red." "But Mamma," said Mary, "that doesn't make any difference because I'm adopted." With a little smile, Mamma said the loveliest words that her daughter had ever heard: "I always forget."
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