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March 2018

OMG Momma Moments

The Blue Flower Girl

March 20, 2018

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Hey, we have all been there. That moment you walk in and find something your kid has done that sends your emotional rollercoaster in overdrive. First we feel immense anger.  Then this instinct kicks in to immediately run and take pictures before the moment is gone. You think, “there is no way I can do this story justice, or that people will even believe that this is true!” Welcome to momma hood.

This section is for those stories. I will share some of mine, but I would also love to feature other mommas on here as well. If you have kids I can guarantee you have at least one of these stories in your back pocket. If you would like a chance at sharing one of these moments subscribe and shoot me an e-mail with your story in it. There is nothing like sitting around with other mommas swapping stories that make us buckle over and laugh.

I’ll go first. I have a daughter named Emery Nicole. Yeah… she’s one of those that has earned the middle name with the first, it just flows so naturally now. She’s vibrant, beautiful, stubborn, creative, smart, spunky, and curious. I can give you a story that goes with each one of these traits, but let’s go with the creative department for now.

Travel back with me to a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We get up and go to church and then get some lunch to make it home in time for a quick nap before we have to get ready for a wedding. Now, this wasn’t just any wedding because this wedding was going to have the cutest flower girl EVER. …or so I was expecting.

Emery was so excited to get to dress like a princess and walk down the aisle ( …did I mention she is a performer too?) She wasn’t the only one excited, momma was thrilled her little princess was asked to be a flower girl. So I get the kids down and I tell my husband I am going to go for a run real quick before I had to start getting ready. I come back in and for the first time ever, I had timed everything perfectly. I was going to get myself ready and then wake Emery up and get her all princessfied.

Ever heard that saying, “wanna make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.”? I’m pretty sure He was laughing in this moment. I was just about finished with my hair when my husband walks in the bathroom very calmly and says, “Did you put something on Emery’s face?”

I froze. We had gone through a week full of OMG momma moments with this kid already and my heart hit the floor as I dropped everything and took off running saying over and over again, “No, no, no!” I get to her room and flip the light on and where Emery Nicole should have been, lay a blue smurf. YES, BLUE!!!! I’m panicking and yell “OH NO!” and I just turned around and left. I couldn’t even deal with this. Luckily my husband had the instinct to take a few pictures. He brings her in our bathroom and she’s standing there with blue ACRYLIC paint all over her arm, legs, her face, even her eyelids! It was a miracle it didn’t get in her eyes. My husband asked what he should do and I said, “ Throw her in the tub and start scrubbing!” And scrub he did. He’s laughing, I’m steaming, and Emery is crying because it hurts. When we look back on this moment we can’t think about it without laughing, but in the moment momma was hot!



 

 

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To say this kid keeps me on my toes ALL the time is definitely an understatement. I was so mad at her for ruining the carpet and her bedding, but the moment I saw her princessfied self walking down the aisle dropping those peddles like it was a part-time job it all left me. She’s mine and no matter what OMG momma moment she throws at me, she’s still my beautiful, sweet, snuggly princess.

 

It’s so easy for us mommas to get frustrated and angry when these moments pop up but we need to try to remember that they are only little once and I will take a OMG momma moment everyday if it meant she would stay this small forever. Embrace the wild, crazy, and ugly because you only get it once. Before you know it, you’ll blink and they’re having their own OMG momma/daddy moments.

So embrace the memories, take those pictures, and love them unconditionally no matter what curveball they throw at you.

With Grace and Gumption,
Megan

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Seeing Out of the Pit of Darkness

March 13, 2018

 

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Ruth 1:19-22

“19 So the two of them went on until they came to Bethlehem.  And when they came to Bethlehem, the whole town was stirred because of them.  And the women said, ‘Is this Naomi?’  20 She said to them, ‘Do not call me Naomi, call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.  21 I went away full, and the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi, when the Lord has testified against me and the Almighty has brought calamity upon me?’”



Man, Naomi had been through it.  She had buried her husband, lost two sons, and said goodbye to a daughter-in-law.  Her hopes were shattered. She had no provision, no hopes of grandchildren, and had to return home with all eyes on her and her griefs.  Have you ever been in a place where you “can’t even” anymore.  That point where you just feel like you could not handle anymore or you are going to completely break?  I have, and it’s tough to claw our way back sometimes.

I have lost all my grandparents, a niece, and my mom all by the age eighteen.  I have experienced three miscarriages in a span of nine months.  There are times where I think I just can’t handle anymore loss or disappointment in my life. Times where I feel I have hit the bottom of the bottom.

 This is where I picture Naomi.  “Do not call me Naomi, call me Mara…”  She’s literally changing her name from Naomi, pleasant, to Mara, bitter.  She is so empty and bitter here that she can’t go on as the same person.

But isn’t that what our tragedies do?  They change us.  We go through the trenches and God helps us come out a different and better person with an even greater ministry than before.  We hit so low sometimes we can’t see out of the pit of darkness, but God can.



What is so amazing about Naomi through this is she never renounced her faith. She believed her God was faithful and sovereign even in the midst of her tragedy.  If you keep reading a little further into chapter 2, Naomi trusted herself and her daughter-in-law to God, “Go ahead, my daughter.” (Ruth 2:2). Yet, this doesn’t mean she didn’t have a hard time seeing past her circumstances. The hand had been dealt and she believed with her head that God was sovereign but she was so weary it was difficult for her to believe it with her heart.  She couldn’t see her life being filled up after everything she had been through.  She couldn’t imagine how all this bitterness could turn into beauty, how her daughter-in-law would marry and give birth to a son (Ruth 4:13-17), but our God could.  Because of Naomi’s faithfulness and instruction to Ruth, Ruth goes on to marry Boaz and give birth to a son named Obed.  Little did Naomi and Ruth know, but Obed would become the grandfather to King David, which is in the direct lineage of Jesus Christ.  So without Naomi and her faithfulness there is no Jesus.  Her story was used for literally the greatest good.  She had tremendous impact on Ruth and her impact is felt by al of us.

When we want that name change, and to give up and stay bitter and angry remember He calls us Blessed (Ephesians 1:3), Redeemed (Romans 3:24), Beloved (Romans 5:8), and Free (Galatians 5:1).  These names hold true through our circumstances because our God is mighty in affliction, He is just, and he perfects us in our weakness.  He holds you in His arms when you are hurting the same way you hold and comfort your kids when they are hurting.

 

“Blessed be the Lord, who has not left you this day without a redeemer, and may his name be renowned in Israel!” (Ruth 4:14)

Circumstances may change but our God doesn’t, He is constant. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). We don’t need to waste our time throwing the stones towards Heaven but instead run into His arms, trusting that He will be with us, and that He will redeem us, even through this.

We are not named by our circumstances, we are named by our God.

With Grace and Gumption,

Megan

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Wading Through Momma Hood

The Real Reason to Love Your Body

March 6, 2018

 

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Let’s talk about the thing that gets us mommas in a funk…our body image.  Can I say this has to be the thing I struggle with the most?  My body doesn’t look, feel, or react the way it used to.  I used to eat fast food and junk all day but girl not no more.  As a woman I want to feel beautiful and sexy and thin but everyday I struggle with feeling the opposite of these things.



Sometimes I get so depressed standing in front of the mirror in complete disgust. I will complain throughout the day about how fat I feel while grabbing loose skin or I will make comments about how I shouldn’t have eaten this or that.  I will go to pick out “cute” clothes to wear and nothing looks or feels good so I just go for the loose fitting shirt instead.

But there is a major problem with all of this.  I have a very impressionable daughter who looks up to her momma and mimics everything she does.  I would cry if I heard my daughter saying the very things I say about myself about her own body.  What message am I sending my daughter who is watching me, even when I don’t think she is?

We had family pictures taken recently and they were so good.  Except for every one that I was in I found myself critiquing each imperfection. This picture of my husband and me is great but I did not want to post it to social media because all I see are dimples and a stomach pooch.  There are times that I am mortified by pictures of my mom body.  Honestly it is hard not to be critical of them when all I manage to see is the stomach pooch, flabby arms, and dimples that just won’t seem to leave me alone.  I know I have grown babies and that my body has been stretched like a Stretch Armstrong two times over but it is so hard to keep that in perspective.  Truth is, my body is amazing for being able to do this and the false expectations I put on myself for what my body should look like is ridiculous! I don’t want my daughter to do this to herself as she grows up.



So anyways, as hard as it is, and as much as it pains me, I am posting the dang picture.  Wanna know the crazy thing, you probably wouldn’t even notice those things if I hadn’t  point them out.

Photo Cred: @abbyshadlephoto

Here’s the thing mommas: we can slay hard by going to the gym and eating healthy and getting down to that goal weight but I can sometimes do all of these things and still find something to complain about.  It’s like no matter what I do I am still unsatisfied with myself.  I can assure you I do not want to pass this unhealthy body image down to my daughter, so why do I do it to myself?  She will hear enough from the world about how imperfect she is.  I don’t want her to get that from home as well.

I wish I could be one of those moms who post about being satisfied with their amazing mom body but the truth is I struggle being critical everyday.  I struggled with it in my pre-mom body days so it’s a lot tougher to not be so hard on this fluffier and looser version of myself.  I wish I didn’t have this unhealthy view of my mom body but I am a work in progress so I am starting by posting this picture.  It’s freeing in a way because flaws are a reality we need to embrace and my daughter needs to see her momma doing just that.  She needs to know that flabby arms, a stomach pooch, and dimples on your legs are ok despite what the world shows and tells them.  She needs to see her momma choosing a healthier lifestyle as a choice to be healthy, rather than a bashing my body for an hour  and it do nothing but bring me down.

I don’t want her to walk in my bathroom and her witness me hating myself and grabbing extra skin in front of the mirror in my bra and underwear.  I don’t want her hear me constantly saying I’m so fat and I need to lose some weight.  I don’t want her to hear me complaining about having nothing to wear because I just look disgusting in everything.  But rather, I want her to see her momma confident and proud of the body she has because it gave me her and her brother and all the amazing and beautiful things it has done.  I want her to see me working out and eating healthier because it is good for our bodies not because I hate my body.  This is the attitude I want my daughter to emulate.

Kids are so smart and pick up on things we don’t even realize.  So she will see me working out and eating healthier, but she will also see me reach for an Oreo or something fried and greasy and enjoy it without any negative comments on how it will make me fat.  I want her to love her body and the skin she is in as she changes because she will change.  I want her to understand that she is beautiful no matter what, because she will not get it from the world.  The world will not teach her that she is beautiful because God created her and He doesn’t make mistakes.  It will not teach her that it is ok not to be perfect, but she can learn it from me, her momma.

So love the skin your in momma, embrace it and choose to be healthier mentally.  She, or he, is watching you, and you hold the power to train them up to love themselves.

With Grace and Gumption,

Megan

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