TGIF

Happy Friday, Mamas!

One thing I’m grateful for today is my Mama Tribe. I have a fantastic community of Mamas! I have friends I can text all hours of the day and night to ask questions, vent, share prayer requests, and exchange silly stories about our little ones.

Mamas that will hold my baby girl while I apply sunscreen to my son and theirs.

Mamas that have cooked my family a meal when my daughter was in the NICU for three weeks.

Mamas that encourage and build me up.

Mamas that speak truth when I desperately need to hear it.

Mamas that celebrate the end of each week with a Friday playdate.

About a month ago, a group of Mamas and their kiddos met at a park for a massive playdate. We enjoyed it so much that it’s become a staple in our week.

I thank God for every Friday because:

1. My hubby will be home for two whole days and we get to spend time together as a family.

AND

2. I and my little ones engage in this beautiful community called, “Friday playdates.”

We’ve rotated parks in Palm Beach County and today are venturing on our first field trip!

Mamas chat and celebrate our highs and lows of the week. Bambinos play and share snacks. Infants fall asleep in carriages or baby carriers.

I and my youngsters look forward to this day with great anticipation.

Do you have a Mama tribe? What does it look like for you and your children?

 

 

 

Pressing Pause

Our social calendar has been a whirlwind of activities the past couple of weeks. Play dates, family visiting from out of state, birthday parties…plus our weekly commitments which occupy two of our nights and two mornings. Every. Week.

Monday night as I tried to soothe my overtired baby to sleep, I realized I was not okay. If I continued at this pace, my family and myself would quickly reach a breaking point. I was reminded of the book, Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud. If you haven’t read that one yet, Mama, I highly encourage you to do so!

So, I am pressing pause.

Two days a week will be “at home” where I and the kiddos don’t have to rush to bring Daddy to work in the morning, jam pack our day to run errands and play with friends, and pick him up in the evening.

Yesterday was one of those days.

It wasn’t anything spectacular.

I didn’t cross many things off my to do list.

The day didn’t include tantrums.

It didn’t include a fancy home made dinner.

It did include pajama wearing most of the day and snuggle time on the couch while reading books.

It did include my son entertaining himself at different points during the day.

It did include my 8 month old taking a 2 hour nap.

It was more peaceful. More intentional. It was much needed.

What areas of your life do you need to press pause, Mama?

Love Run

In the spirit of new beginnings and goal setting, I have a challenge for you today. How many of you Mamas have set a goal in regards to your health or fitness? I have an awesome opportunity for you to do just that!

On February 10, there is a 5k event called “Love Run” at Jonathan Dickinson State Park. You can run or walk this event, which makes it appealing for a wide range of participants.

All proceeds go to benefit a village in Guatemala. My friend Stacy and her family united with a few other families in a Village Transformation Project with World Help. They are being the hands and feet of Jesus and transforming this village from the bottom up by providing: a well as a source of clean drinking water, a school, and a child sponsorship program. To find out more ways to help, contact her at: jimandstacy@icloud.com.

Have you ever participated in a 5K, Mama? No better time like the present!

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A Bag Of Tricks

As we get ready for the Thanksgiving holiday, I would have to say one of my top ten things I am thankful for is…my mama community.

I have friends I can text, FaceTime, or call any time day or night asking for prayers and helpful hints of how to handle certain situations with my kiddos.

Let’s use tonight as a lovely example.

My youngest, Lillian, is five months old. Usually around bed time she gets a little fussy and fights the night night time. Tonight she was experiencing some hard core teething and decided to scream. And scream. And scream some more.

I tried breastfeeding, pacifiers, teething toys, cold washcloths, and offering her my finger to chew on.

More screaming.

This Mama here is on her own for a few days while Daddy is on a trip for work. So there’s no game of tag to play with the other parent. In desperation, I reached out to two of my friends.

Every Mama needs a good bag of tricks, and sometimes it’s helpful to hear ideas from another friend who is in the thick of it with you.

Tip #1: Take a bath skin to skin with the baby. Seems weird, but it helps them remember the time in the womb.

Tip  #2: Turn on the microwave fan.

The bath was super helpful in calming Lil down, and myself as well. Sometimes I get so focused on needing to get Lil to stop crying that I’m letting off  anxious emotions. After a bit, she began to fuss again.

The microwave fan was the winning ticket tonight. The distraction allowed her focus to shift from being upset to the noise. Lilster then proceeded to show off her cute smile and pretend the previous twenty minutes never happened.

Do babies ever make sense? Haha.

So let’s hear it from you, Mama. What’s in your bag of tricks when the baby is crying and your go to soothing strategies aren’t cutting it?

“Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.” -Ecclesiastes 4:9-10a

Mama On A Run

For as long as I can remember I’ve been running.

My earliest memory is in third grade running a race in P.E. class, which ended in a graceful fall and a broken wrist.

In seventh grade, when I changed schools, I joined the cross-country team and finally found my niche after many years of attempting to play other hand eye coordination sports. (Thank you, middle school awkward years.)

It didn’t take me long to experience the runner’s high, and soon I was hooked. I’ve run many different races on the track and cross-country team, and eventually graduated to running half marathons in my early college years.

The feeling of my feet hitting the pavement, sweat trickling down my face…nothing can beat it!

I love everything about running: the races, the friendships formed and conversations had during a run, the new terrain to be explored on a run. More than purchasing souvenirs when I travel, I prefer to collect runs.

The thing I love most about running is the parallels it can draw to our life.

March 2014, I joined a new race. The race of motherhood. This race is unlike any other I’ve run before. Unlike the one or two lap sprints around the track, this race is a marathon that lasts a lifetime.

Looking back to my younger years, I often found myself surrounded by friends with common popularity status, interests, beliefs, occupations, and eating habits.

When I became a mother, I found myself running a race with such a diverse group of women with one common denominator-we are mothers.

I have a varying group of friends nowadays-in ethnicity, age, socioeconomic status, eating styles, body type, religious beliefs… this doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of differing parenting styles, cloth diapers/regular diapers, stay at home mom/working mom, etc.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.” Hebrews 12:1-2

Some of you may cook a home made meal from scratch every night for your family, or others may run to the nearest Chipotle. There is grace for every choice we make, and freedom to be the mother to our children that God created us to be. Let’s not get tripped up or intimidated by the differences.

My desire for starting this blog is to create a space where we as mothers can celebrate our heterogeneity, and encourage each other along in this race. This race is long, and it is the most challenging and beautiful one I’ve endeavored yet.

Will you join me on this journey? Let’s run together.