Showing posts with label Mothering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothering. Show all posts

Monday, February 12, 2018

Testosterone

Photo by Jens Moser on Unsplash

Why does every nerf battle end in WW3 in my living room?

Testosterone.

Why is EVERYTHING a competition (eating, sleeping, walking, getting dressed, washing dishes....)?

Testosterone.

Why can't they find that item on the floor 2 cm from their toes?

Testosterone?

Why are bodily functions so funny?

Testosterone.

Why do they always have to go UP the slide? Climb the top of the swingset? Jump from the tallest tree?

Testosterone.

Why do I have a cabinet full of empty TP rolls?

Testosterone?

Why are throwing rocks off a cliff so entertaining?

Testosterone.

Why is blowing anything up so enthralling?

Testosterone.

Why do they always have holes in the knees of their pants and their brand new tennis shoes?

Testosterone.

Why are they so physical?

Testosterone.

Why do they wrestle and think it is fun?

Testosterone.

Why is EVERYTHING a weapon (pencils, lanyards, playdoh, sticks, food....)?

Testosterone.

Why do they literally think so differently than me?

Testosterone.

Why are they so territorial about everything (their comic books, their seat, their food, the air around them...)?

Testosterone.

Why are they so fierce and yet can be so tender?

Testosterone.

Why do they love to conquer?

Testosterone.

Why do they take so many risks?

Testosterone.

Why do they eat 5 tacos for dinner and then ask for a bowl of cereal?

Testosterone.

Why do they constantly want to know what is for dinner (even as they eat breakfast)?

Testosterone.

Why do they want to grow up to be just like their amazing Dad?

Testosterone.

Why are they almost as tall as me already?

Testosterone.

Why am I raising them to leave me for another woman?

Testosterone.

Why am I going to have three more strong men to protect me someday?

Testosterone.

Why do I love raising boys?

Testosterone.









Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Why I Really Run

This morning I ran on our "new to us" fancy treadmill for the first time. We were very blessed to store this beauty temporarily for some great friends. It comes in handy for days when I can't run outside. I plugged in my podcast and started jogging. It wasn't long before I had been visited FOUR times by two little boys, who desperately wanted a turn. One of those times was to inform me that a toilet was plugged. It was then that I remembered why I run. 

I don't run because I love sucking air, my side cramping and sweat dripping down my shirt. It isn't because I love having my legs feel so tired for the next two days that I can barely walk upstairs to bed at night. And it definitely isn't because I'm a naturally born runner.

I run for three reasons.
 1) I have a serious and steady relationship with dark chocolate. And an occasional flirtation with    
      Boba.
 2) I get to be ALONE
      - to think
      - to pray
      - to listen to an entire podcast without someone telling me the toilet is overflowing
3) I love to be outside and CO weather, though schizophrentic at times, is much more conducive to this in January than South Dakota. 

Running (READ: slowly jogging down steep hills and panting up them) helps me be a better mom. That, and a lot of dark chocolate...

Now to tackle that toilet go out for burgers...and possibly put a lock on the basement door before tomorrow's run. :)




Wednesday, September 28, 2016

A Memorial for Perry the African Frog

This summer we took a long trip back to the midwest while a young couple stayed in our home. When we returned our aquatic frog (which I was the ONLY mom of 20 others dumb enough to say "yes" to taking home after their school science lesson on tadpoles was concluded 2 years ago) was missing. We concluded he had died and since there were no remains the aquatic snail must have ate him.

My middle son was VERY upset. Even though he hardly remembered to feed Perry, and couldn't ever play with him, this was a devasting turn of events. So my oldest who is big on empathy quickly organized a memorial service for the frog. The headstone was lovingly inscribed with Perry's vital information should anyone centuries from now look under our lilac bush and wonder what frog was once buried there.

The order of events I was given went like this:



After I played a solemn tune on my guitar, Thing 1 gave a speech:


And an acrostic poem was shared by Thing 2:


And then the empty casket burial was held under the lilac bush. My husband had to direct events because I was having serious problems keeping in my laughter tears. Finally, Thing 3 was assigned these announcements:

And we all shuffled inside for snacks and a prayer. 

And that was that. Or so we thought. Two weeks later Thing 3 brought me a rubber frog he found under the sectional sofa. It was only after I was holding it in my BARE HANDS I realized it was Perry's mummified remains.
There were more tears and a second burial. We concluded he died happy on one last great adventure from the second story down to the main level. And now my middle son has replaced this pet with two furry rodents that can live outside the water...rats! Yes, rats. I DON'T believe it either, but there it is. I seriously could not dream up this life but here I am in the midst of it just trying to love my way through it the best I can. And embracing every adventure my Things bring my way...



Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Important Notes for a 7 year old

Thing 3 posted these by his bed last night so he doesn't forget. I am posting them here so I don't forget these precious years either. Love this kid! 
Interpretation: American Ninja Warriors
And note 2: wiggle your tooth 50 x

He didn't want to forget his favorite show starts tonight! And I want him to remember to wiggle his tooth! It's his first loose tooth btw and yes I feel sentimental about our last first loose tooth. 

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Why #Iloveraisingboys


 I was standing in my kitchen when it happened again. I got “the look” from an acquaintance. That look when I tell people I have three sons and they shake their head apologetically, raise and eyebrow or two and sigh under their breath. I want say “Don’t pity me! Having 3 sons is a tremendous blessing.” (Confession: I have wanted the pity at times - especially when they were ages 5 and under!) Instead I smile extra big and try to explain, “It’s a lot of fun.”

I wish they could see all the things I see. I’ve begun my own little visual campaign: #Iloveraisingboys. As I slow down to snap a quick pic I’m savoring those moments and appreciating this crazy boy mom life a little more. 

I’m not on a campaign against girl moms. I’m not saying boys are better than girls. Honestly I wouldn’t know because my only girl is part lab. Raising kids no matter the number or the gender is a selfless, sacrificial act, and if all goes right will leave us more like our Heavenly Father. And hopefully with well-adjusted adult children as our friends.

Yes there are days of way too much noise, chaos and potty humor for this lone female. But there are also a lot of little wonderfuls about raising these boys into men. Their fierce protective instincts of anything they deem theirs, like me. J Their constant building of anything from traps out of laundry baskets, to weapons from cardboard and duct tape. Their search for the highest hill to sled down, tallest tree to climb or widest field to foot race across.

All too soon their endless hours of energy and play will have to cease. They will be burdened by life’s responsibilities (and making lots of cute grandkids for me to love….please, just one granddaughter is all I ask).  They will have to build portfolios instead of forts, climb the corporate ladder instead of trees, and plan out budgets instead of Lego lands. So for as long as possible I want them to just be boys. All boy. And I don’t want anyone clicking their tongue at them and telling them to settle down…I do enough of that for them, thank you. Instead I want to enjoy all the crazy different things that this life of being boy-trapped entails. As I watch my boys precariously perched atop a play structure, breaking every carefully written rule for use, I smile and think, I love raising boys.


Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Imaginer


“I’ll take a spaceship and some mini powdered doughnuts to go,” I overhear one boy say to the other inside the cardboard box store. I smile and snap a quick photo of them actually playing nicely together; the older two assisting the younger with product selections and play money creation.

While I enjoy my boys’ simple approach to play, I know, as an adult life isn’t that easy. If only real life were as good as a child imagines it to be.  If only we could pull through a drive-thru to purchase a spaceship. If only we could create as many dollar bills in our living rooms that it required to purchase our heart’s desire. There is the rub.

But what if the world was intended to be that way? What if it was supposed to be as magical as a day Disney promises (without the painful price for admission), as limitless as a child’s imagination, and as abundant in supply of any need we could dream up?

It was... in the Beginning.

At the start of the world the ultimate Imaginer dreamed up everything from the tiniest molecule to the largest ocean, and everything in between. He decided to make light, time, plants, birds, animals, ice cream and even chocolate cake! (Genesis 1) He made space and humans to explore it all. There was no end to he possibilities and it was all perfectly perfect until…

Until that fateful day when His two most favorite creations of all decided they didn’t quite trust Him. They didn’t quite believe that He wasn’t holding out. They took something they were never designed to handle, the knowledge of good and evil, and they got way more than they ever desired in return.

Everything they were put on earth to do – enjoy a relationship with the Imaginer, take care of creation, grow food, have babies – it all got very, very hard. With that one choice to turn their back on the Creator they opened the door to everything hard; sickness, death, toil and struggle, just to survive.

I think kids imagine so much because they are still more like their Creator, uninhibited by life’s realities. They know their Imaginer’s heart. They reflect Him as they dream up drive-thru spaceship stores. They long for the day at Disney where everything is as magical as they know inside it was supposed to be every day.

Jesus tells us, The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10) Life with Jesus isn’t perfect. It isn’t a day at Disney over and over again. That isn’t what He is promising here. But He does promise if we seek Him first, all our basic needs will be met. (Matt. 6:33). And He graciously gives so much more than our basic needs; life with Jesus is often overflowing with good things. But it is never quite perfect on this side of heaven…

That perfectly perfect comes later now – since we messed up this life – we have to live with sin and it’s consequences for now. But Someone did pay a very big price for admission into the abundant life that is to come. (1 Peter 3:18)

The question remains, will we accept the ticket to get in? At the end of our days on this earth will we enter into what a child’s heart instinctively imagines, a life more magical, more powerful, more abundant than we can even dream up?


Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” John 14:6.  This isn’t an invitation to perfect life in this world, but to an eternity of perfectly perfect in the next.  And I can’t wait to find out if there will be drive through spaceship stores.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

It's A Boy!!!

           This week I had the privilege to share with a mom who is expecting her first little boy.  She has already done something I could never do...had a girl. But now she is anxiously awaiting a son and instinctively knows life is about to dramatically change.  Here is what I shared at her baby shower:

           Having three boys doesn’t make me an exclusive expert on raising boys and I’m certainly not better at it than anyone else who could share today.  But I’ll share what I know and hope it encourages your heart.
Sometimes because of their zest for life boys get a bad rap. Dr. Dobson says in Bringing up Boys, “one of the scariest aspects of raising boys is their tendency to risk life and limb for no good reason. It begins very early.  If a toddler can climb on it, he will jump off it. He careens out of control toward tables, tubs, pools, steps, trees and streets….” (P. 4).
After having three of my own boys to observe up close I have divided and labeled their development stages into my own categories.
0-12 months - Eat-Sleep-Poop-Drool Stage
12-18 months- Hunter and Gatherer Stage (as named by hubby)- when they see how many matchbox cars, etc. they can carry at once and keep from any other little people within the vicinity.
18-24 months - Seek and Destroy (self explanatory) Actually given my older boys' (and husband's) affinity for watching things fall down and blow up I'm pretty sure this stage lasts a lifetime.
24-36 months - All the Ability and NONE of the Common-Sense Stage. Case in point just the other day Thing 3 took a screw driver, walked over to an outlet and tried to insert it! Arghhhhh! Just trying to keep him alive is taking up most of my time!
Mixed in there somewhere and beyond are the lovely "Why?" stage and the "Watch Me!" stage that continue on for many fun filled years to come! :)
  I’ll admit they drive me crazy with their noise and energy and determination to kill themselves with their reckless behavior.  But as a mom let me encourage you to see the design behind their different behaviors.  That determination to conquer will turn into leadership to take on difficult things as a husband and father. That sense of adventure will keep your life exciting…and will be an attractive characteristic to your future daughter in law.  That drive to discover, build and invent…weapons…could be the future engineer emerging for some great device this world needs!
Currently Thing 1 is sequestering every toilet paper roll and scrap cardboard he can get his hands on to build a new fortress. Ever since he could put two blocks together as a toddler he has been building.  Some days I focus on what's important and ask him about the slides, escape pods and weapon pads he has built into his creations.  I point out his God-given passion to build and remind him that God likes to build too.  Other days I only see the mess and remind him to clean it up - again! 
            My absolute favorite Bible verse for raising children is Is. 40:11 – He gently leads those that are with young.  This especially encouraged me when I was in the infant and toddler seasons.  On those crazy days (and nights) when I could barely keep my eyes open and I felt so far behind on everything I remembered this verse.  Jesus knows that life has to move at a much slower pace when you are leading little ones.  And if you try and keep going at full adult speed you will all be crabby and disgruntled when you arrive. 
            I hear grace in that verse.  Grace for the days I can’t seem to fit in cleaning, time to read and pray – or even shower! Grace that Jesus is right there with me, leading me as I lead my own.  I remember one time I was busy on the phone and noted that two boys probably about 3 AND 1 had gotten very quiet for way too long.  I found them with markers and one boy had willingly been decorated head to toe – NOTHING left uncolored with them.  I took a deep breath and a quick photo and sent them both to the bathtub.  The artist got the job of cleaning off his canvas.  I removed all the markers from our house and only bought washable ones for the next several years.
            Boys will keep you on your toes for sure.  And they keep you running to Jesus for extra energy, patience, wisdom and another set of eyes just to keep them alive is always in need!
            I think that something unique about raising boys is that you are really raising them for another woman someday.  I spend years training them to be responsible, caring, and serve others.  Secretly I’m think of this as future daughter in law points.  I hope she appreciates that her husband someday will clear his dishes, unload the dishwasher and take out the trash.  And I hope that translates into her wanting me in her life...like maybe living next door!
            I remember a wonderful stage with my first son where he could sit up and be entertained but not yet crawl.  Then came along his determined little brother who skipped that stage all together and was crawling at lightning speed by 6 months. As soon as they can, and earlier than you really want, they start moving away from you. But those little steps away are so very important. Those little boy legs sticking out from that big backpack on the first day of school will carry him confidently to run, jump, interact and discover what life is like apart from mom.

    As a mom of a boy you have a very special bond and a very special job.  You get to raise him into the man God has designed him to be, Building up his self confidence, teaching right from wrong, pointing out the special talents God has given him.  I love the special bond I have with my boys and I love raising them into the men they are becoming.  I love that they pick flowers for me, occasionally play with my hair – I may or may not have even read extra chapters of Captain Underpants to them in order to encourage the hair playing.  I love that they want to snuggle and be tucked in, even at age 10.  I love that they are often up a tree and bringing me treasures to hold like rocks and sticks.  I love that even though they think girls are gross they still love to hold my hand and give me kisses.   I know you will enjoy all these things as more with your own special little guy.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Did God Send His Son to Kindergarten?

Did God ever send His Son to Kindergarten?  This morning Thing 3 teared up and told me he was going to miss me at K.  My resolve to send him trembled along with my heart; I pulled him into my lap for a long hug.  I know God never sent His Son to K, but that doesn’t mean He can’t understand my heart today.  In fact, this ache helps me understand His Heart a little more. 

I sent T3 off today hoping he will make new friends, be accepted, run and laugh and play and learn.  God sent His Son off without a single hope that He would experience any of those things in this world. What parent would willingly send their child out knowing they would be persecuted, despised and rejected?  Does this make God callous and cruel? Or does it reveal the depth of His love?

God knew Jesus would land in the middle of a mad man’s mass murder plot right from birth.  And His life would end, temporarily, on earth with His eventual torture and murder some thirty years later.  How much harder must it have been to send Him, the exact imprint of His image, into the world knowing all the rejection and pain He would endure? Why would a loving parent do this? 

God also knew the only way to get all His children back was to sacrifice His perfect Son to make atonement for us all. All in order to send me, and all the world, a message.  I miss you.  I love you.  I want you back.  I want it so badly I’m giving up the one Perfect relationship I have in order to restore all our relationships.


And after Jesus endured the cross, making purification for My sins, He returned to sit down at the right hand of His Father.  Me, I ‘m just looking forward to T3 returning in a few hours and sitting down to a pb and j together.  And in the in between time, with every little pang of separation, I’m reminded of His incredible LOVE for me…for us and the separation He endured on my behalf.


How Deep the Father’s Love for us
How Vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The father turns His face away
As wounds that mar the Chosen one

Bring many son’s to glory