One more time mommy…. how often do we here that when our kids are small? As I sit here watching my young adults sing and do the dishes together one more time, I am thankful for having them all under my roof for one more night. When they hand you that infant in the hospital, they don’t hand you a manual or tell you all that is in store for you. Out of all the stages that my kids have been through, I think the young adult years have been the most interesting and the most intense. If you are anything like me, being a mom is a major part of who you are. Now as my kids are flying the coup and venturing into their own lives, it feels odd not to see them everyday, not to know what their plans are and to realize this is the beginning of the next stage, the next season. Yep, and here come all the mixed emotions…. happiness, sadness, excitement, trepidation, nostalgia and sometimes even remorse over not holding them a little closer, a little longer, smelling their infant head one more time, telling one more bedtime story, or taking another trip to the playground. But alas, time does keep moving on, and in all honesty, I loved the toddler years, but am happy to not repeat them. So for now, the last night of the Jacobsen six being together, I think it will be one more dance party, a few more hugs and maybe another episode of a favorite show until we are together again.
If you are mom like me transitioning your kids into adulthood, then know you are not alone. If your kids are home with you now, give them another hug, kiss them on the forehead, tell one more story, or bury your nose in their infant hair another time, for sure enough the moments will be memories in the blink of an eye. Be Blessed my friends, and say a pray for me as I make this transition into the next season.
The forecast was predicting it, some of were hoping for it, and then it was here, the blizzard.
I was raised in the Appalachian mountains and snow was commonplace during winter. Sledding, snowmen, snowball fights, and hot chocolate are memories that are dear to my heart. So when snow comes around, the kid in me comes out. I have been disappointed in the past and thus was holding back my excitement for this past weekends snow predictions, but I can say now that the blizzard did not disappoint. From the first flurries, to the final totals, this girl has been one happy camper. All of this snow really got me thinking about childhood and how much I have always loved the snow and how I still have not grown out of the enjoyment as so many often do. However, I will say that being able to stay home makes all of the difference! In fact, a few years ago, when I was showing property with my snow boots on and in houses with no heat, this girl was singing a different tune. But this weekend, I had the luxury of being home for the entire blizzard. From our first walk in the beautiful snowy winter wonderland being created in front of our eyes, to still sledding today on our homemade hill, the snow has been a real treat. We walked, we sledded, we came in from the cold and wrapped our fingers around mugs of glorious hot chocolate. I marveled at the blessing of sharing this time with my family and creating memories like those of my childhood days. Even as I write, the fun continues as my kids are outside building a snowman. I am cherishing the moments before life’s busyness starts up again tomorrow and all of us, once again, go our own ways. But for now, there are still games to be played and movies to be watched.
I hope each of you got to make some special memories as well. I want to say a big thank you to all of you out there who kept the electricity on and have worked hard to clear our roads. And to all of you who hate the snow, hold onto hope… spring is just around the corner, and we will once more enjoy the warm sunshine on our faces and our toes will enjoy the freedom of fllip-flops.
Be Blessed My Friends.
PS. Please enjoy our family video below and share in the comments what you loved about this weekend.
Sometimes we don’t recognize the important moments until there are gone.
The smiles. The laughter. Holding your five year olds hand. The tickle fights. The late night talks. The one more story mommy. The five more minutes mommy. All of those moments along the way in the middle of the chaos, tears, sleepless nights and fears. They keep coming and time keeps ticking. Soon those moments are memories in a blink of an eye.
For the moms out there with babies and young children, I know that today it feels like toddler tantrums and sleepless nights will never end, but trust me, they will. Before you know it, it will be an adult staring back at you, and in my case, with my boys, having their chin rest on the top of your head.
I spent many days with my toddlers wishing away the time. Wishing for dad to get home, wishing for nap time to come, wishing for this week to be over and for the weekend to arrive. Wishing my kids could do more for themselves, like tie their shoes. Now they can…
All grown up.
I am officially a mom of two men and one woman. I am very proud of the people they have become and are still becoming, but I do miss their chubby little fingers wrapped around my finger, and their cute little voices calling out for “mommy”. However, I would not turn back time even if I could, but I do sometimes wish I had slowed down and breathed in those fleeting moments a little more. I wish I knew then, what I know now. That in a moment, in a heartbeat of time, my babies, my toddlers, my grade schoolers would be gone, never to return. But in this moment, as I am writing this, I also have a new gift. Best friends. You know the kind of friends that you know will always be there no matter what. That is now what I have in my children. Even when they are in another state or across the world, they are still only a FaceTime moment away.
I have new best friends.
I got to visit with them this past weekend after months of them being away. It’s amazing how they have changed and yet are still the same. The same smile, the same laugh, but yet more grown up somehow. It is really hard to put into words what it is like seeing your children, your babies, now starting to walk out their adult life. Some words come to mind. Love. Pride. Honor. Gratefulness. I feel a deeper kind of love for them. I am proud of them. I am amazed by them. I am thankful that I am their mom. But most of all I am grateful that God is still with us all, loving us, guiding us, and in these beautiful fleeting moments bringing us back together, even if it’s only for awhile.
The seasons are fleeting.
It is a new season for my children. It is also a new season of my life. A season that I saw coming and even a season that I have prayed for, but now that it’s here, it brings with it things I could never have imagined. A peace and a joy. A sadness and a difficulty. An excitement that I truly never expected. For as my children’s’ lives more forward, so does mine. I realize that more adventure awaits for us all. Both together and apart. That may be the most surprising part of all. Realizing that my children and I will now begin new adventures in the Kingdom together, not just as mother and child, but as brothers and sisters in Christ. I guess that is what we have been all along. Funny how time has a way of showing you things and teaching you lessons. So take it from somebody who knows. Breathe in those moments with your children. Capture them. Drink in the honor of being a parent. Remember that the moments are fleeting and that we, as parents, have a short time to pour into our children. To teach them the way they should go. To recognize that they have a call on their life. A moment in time to try our best to help them learn how to walk in that call. To steward them the best we can and rely on God for the rest. So friends, I leave you with these thoughts. Don’t stress about the things that don’t really matter. Hug more than you yell. Hold their hand. Have the late night talks. Pray over them daily. Speak over your children the things that you want them to be. Lean on God for guidance. For all too soon, you will have an adult staring back at you too. Be Blessed my friends.
Scriptures on the walls at the YWAM base in Charlotte:
Wow. This is thought provoking. In our lives, what are we building? Are we building a life on heart or rules? Are we building a life in Christ that says “I want what they’ve got?” Are we building in our own strength or in His? Are we trying to be enough for the next generation when we should be poining to Christ? Lord helps us to not be blind to your ways. Help us to have Authentic, Interactive Love for others. Especially for our children. Start with me Lord. Be Blessed my friends.
As the days tick by and we get closer to Christmas, I have many thoughts rolling through my head. For as long as I can remember I have LOVED Christmas. I love Christmas music, I love the tree, the lights, decking the halls, I love Christmas cooking and candy, time spent with family, and I love reminiscing about the past year by. I love the reason for the season. I love thinking about baby Jesus in a manager and what that truly meant, and what that has meant in my life. This morning while having my coffee I was thinking of all of these things, and then it hit me. All of these things are wonderful, but I want to enjoy each day like Christmas. I want to be thankful for what I have and who’s in my life. I want to decorate my house with good food, good cheer, and smiling faces all year long. I want to listen to music and think of good times. I want to remember that baby Jesus grew up, died for our sins and now lives forevermore and lives in my heart. I want to give to others and be grateful everyday.
This year has stretched me more than any other year in my life. It has brought lots of changes and our Christmas will look different too. Right now there are no presents under our tree. For me, that has been hard. I love presents. Not receiving them necessarily (though that is nice) but I love giving them. Especially to my children. But this year we have agreed to not exchange presents. We have a big year coming up. All three of my oldest children are starting to make their way in the world. My hubby and I have goals and some big things coming up too. Instead of presents we have agreed to give ourselves wholly. To support each other. To pray for each other and to cherish the family time that we will get together this year. That is the most precious gift we can give or get. The gift of our support, love and time to each other. My kids are adults or almost adults and who knows what the future holds. In 2015 different members of our family will be in at least five different countries on mission trips. I am pretty sure that is just a start of more to come. So this year, I have done many of the things I love. I have decorated my home and our Christmas tree. I have been to a few parties, ate good food, and listened to my favorite Christmas tunes. However, I have realized that this transformed life that God has given me and the fact that he is using my family for his kingdom is the best gift of all.
I think change is always hard, especially when it is big change. But if nothing ever changed, well then, nothing would ever change. I enjoyed my kids as children, but watching them grow into the men and woman of Christ they are becoming is a very special thing. Without change and if I focused too much on seasons gone by, I could miss that. I don’t want to miss anything on this journey of life. I want all that God has for me and I want to be who He wants me to be. So, yes, our Christmas looks very different this year, and I do miss the bouncy happy children who couldn’t wait for Christmas morning. But I am loving the bouncy happy adults they are becoming who can’t wait to do what God wants them to do. I do look back and reminisce about years gone by, but I am very excited about things to come as well. As we get closer to Christmas and the end of another year, my prayer is to enjoy the moments with my kids, family, and friends, and to go into a new year with peace, faith and a happy heart. That is my prayer for you too. Be blessed my friends.
In the last month I have had the wonderful privilege of spending a week at the beach with my hubby, my kids and parents. I’ve got to spend time with wonderful friends and I launched my oldest son off into the world. It has been quite an eventful month.
It has made me think of how life is full of beautiful moments and how quickly they pass. Having sent my oldest off, made me think of the moments of being a brand new mom. It doesn’t seem that long ago that it was my first day home alone with him. I was worried how I would do. Then it rained and the electricity went out. He fell asleep on my chest. I cried, overwhelmed by feelings of love, awe, and fears of doing a terrible job as a mom. In that moment, it was like the world just stopped awhile for him and I to bond on a rainy day with nothing else to do.
Looking back, I sometimes wish that I would have held on to many moments a little longer. One more story, one more hug, one more twirl around the living room. I feel blessed that I have God in my life and that I handed my children to him while still in the womb. It has helped me through sleepless nights and sticky fingers. Through long days, and diaper changes. It helped me say I’m sorry and I don’t have all the answers. In recent years it has given me the privilege of hanging out in those crazy moments with teenagers, even though they are hard. It has helped me let go, the hardest thing a mom will ever do. Most of all, it has given me peace that The Lord cares even more about my children than I do, so I know they are in good hands.
Recently I was talking to a mom with small kids. We talked about how hard the toddler years can be, especially when you have several children. But in that moment, all I could remember was joyous laughter, make believe, and sunny days. As most moms say, I told her to enjoy the moments. Cherish them. They pass too quickly. I told her she won’t remember the sleepless nights, the never ending diaper changes, and messy house. What she will remember are all those beautiful moments. And in that moment, I was so thankful for all the beautiful moments in my life. Thankful and excite for many more beautiful moments to cherish in the future.
Sometimes seasons of life can be hard. Letting go and entering a new season can be tough, especially as a mom. But I would encourage you as a mom, or anyone out there, that life is full of great moments when we are looking for them. So today, look for a moment to cherish. A hug with your child or a friend. Holding hands with your spouse. That call to your mom. Or simply one more diaper change with those loving, trusting eyes looking up at you. Life is fleeting. I love the quote “Life is not about how many breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away.” So, be blessed my friends and cherish the moments.
Hello friends. It is my goal to feature other bloggers at My Sound Mind. This week I have an article from one of my best friends, Kelley Raetzsch. You can learn more about Kelley and what she does here http://vlnutrition.com/
I hope you enjoy the article as much as I did.
Okay, so the title is definitely cliche’, but we still battle the daily look in the mirror as we wait for it to tell us about our beauty. Unfortunately, for many women, the mirror is another source of negativity, shame and lies. There are many sources out there telling us we should not be okay with our body, especially if we have bumps, lumps, bulges or other “undesirables”. Friends and family may comment on weight or size, plastic surgery faciltites tell us we could be more beautiful, magazine covers constantly tell us how we must be thin or lose more weight. Just take a look at the cover of this month’s issue of “First for Women”. Thank you Dr. Oz for letting me know that I am ugly with my now bulging belly and jiggly hips and thighs.
So, this magazine and many others tell us what is wrong with us (sagging breasts, cellulite, wrinkles, etc.) then offer the magical secret to cure us! So, if you have any of these, be sure to talk badly about yourself as you look in the mirror. How does that feel? Awful!!! Please stop using the mirror to put yourself down. If you think badly about yourself, you will feel badly, which will likely lead to an unhealthy food/exercise relationship, ultimately stripping you of the full life you deserve and crave!
On a personal note the mirror has typically had its healthy place for me. A quick glance to wash my face, put my hair up and maybe throw on some eye makeup in my adult life. In those moments I find myself getting upset and falling into the trap of discouragement and disgust. Some days I am able to shrug it off and other days I have to work at redirecting my negative thinking, just the way I would coach my clients to respond. I must remind myself that who I am is not what my body looks like. One of my clients shared this video that is a good reminder to any mom.
Let’s stop being so harsh on ourselves and using the mirror as a weapon. If you struggle with any negative self-talk when looking in the mirror, I challenge you to instead be affirming. Check out these two great examples on ways to use your mirror to bring truth to your day! Just imagine how you might feel if you spoke these words instead of defeating words!!
This first mirror is compliments of a past patient who put her creative skills to work, leaving enough mirror space to meet her needs..
While meeting with Kit McFarland of Dragonfly Yoga Studio, I was pleasantly surprised to see how she encouraged her younger clientele to embrace who they are beyond the mirror. Check out the only mirror you will find in her studio!
Originally published on the Love Your Body blog at Fredericksburg Parent