I was just a baby myself when you were born, with no concept of the immense responsibilities, joys and memories we would partake of together on our journey as mother and daughter.
That’s me—big hair, big belly, and really big clothes on Christmas of ’86. Figure flattering maternity clothes were not to make an appearance for several more years. Oh, Lord—a red vest? What was I thinking? But your dad looks sporty in his white pants and matching sweatshirt, doesn’t he?
Twenty-one years old, I could not have been less prepared. But, I was full of love for the bundle of innocence I cradled in my arms in a hospital on New Year’s Eve of 1986. I whispered to you while the nurses down the hall ushered in 1987 with noise makers and makeshift festivities.
Your dad was ecstatic. We wanted to give you everything. A happy home and a loving family—and I wanted to protect you from all the bad things in the world. Being a mom was daunting, but my heart melted that day, and I jumped in to this foreign world with both feet.
Oh, the memories…
Sleepless nights pacing in the living room, watching reruns on Nick at Night. Endless hours at the playground. Lincoln logs, Play dough, and hundreds of games of Candyland. (I must confess, I cheated during many of those games. )Stacking the deck, so you would make it through the molasses swamp and win the game before drawing the inevitable card that would send your player back to the peppermint forest. 30 minutes of Candyland was my limit. I was just so darned tired.
When your baby sister came along, there were afternoons I was so exhausted I would lock the three of us in your bedroom with a laundry basket full of toys, and I’d lay down on the carpet and shut my eyes—just for a minute or two, or twenty—while you entertained the baby. Motherhood was taking it’s toll.
But, we made it through those years, and two more baby girls later, I watched you grow into a confident preteen, who took her firstborn roll just as seriously as I had in my childhood. Always the leader, you helped me homeschool the younger ones, learned to manage the household at a young age, and were a delight to me in every way. Your sisters tell a different story—one of a teasing older sibling, who loved to torment them for fun, and always had to be in charge. Classic firstborn. Today, they see you as a loving older sister with a lot of common sense, and they admire you for the same reasons I do, so, all things really did work out for good, eh?
Looking back, I’m in awe of how God fashioned me into a mother.
I wasn’t ready.
But, I suppose one never really is. I will say, without a doubt, I poured my heart and my energy into raising you and your sisters. I made a lot of mistakes. At times, I felt like a failure, but most days, I believed I was right where I should be—nurturing my little girls and trying my best to set an example you’d want to follow one day.
Side note. . . sorry about the crazy clothes I dressed you up in—the eighties and early nineties were not good to any of us. Patterns, florals, puffy everything—giant bows, sparkles and overalls. Many, many sets of overalls. Sorry there aren’t many photos of you alone once the sisters came along. Sorry there aren’t many of you and I together (I was always the one taking the pictures), and sorry I forced you to sleep in pincurls for most every holiday during your early years!
Despite my faults and quirks, by the grace of God, I’d say things turned out pretty well.
You have become an amazing woman.
A true friend to many. A godly wife. And a better mother than I ever was.
Me (circa 1989) . . .
You, (circa 2016) . . .
When I watch you with your own daughters, I thank the Lord for His hand in your life, and for the patience, wisdom, and love you pour into your babies every day. I love our relationship—I love spending time with you, and I love being your mom and your friend.
So, Happy 30th birthday, my sweet daughter. And thank you for the gift you are to me.
May the Lord bless you in all ways, in all things, and through His mighty Spirit in 2017.
With all my heart,
I’m at my daughter and son in law’s home near the Air Force Special Operations base in Florida where my wonderful son in law has served our country for the past nine years.
Tonight while I lie in their cozy guest bedroom browsing the Internet, Brandon is somewhere high above me, in a cockpit, instructing the next generation of special ops pilots to protect our freedom and our great land.Continue reading
Thank you to Crosswalk.com for publishing my article on addiction.
You can read it here:
As a parent of a recovering addict, I am compelled to share with others what I’ve learned through the experience. Even with all we know today about the disease of addiction, there is still a stigma associated with it. Many families struggle in secret, and are afraid to be transparent about what is going on with their loved ones.
There are things we can do for ourselves and for the person fighting their addiction. We can connect with others. We can learn all we can, trust in the Lord for healing and deliverance, and draw strength from the testimonies of people who have overcome their addictions and are living healthy, successful lives.
I praise God every day for my daughter’s recovery. She is an amazing woman, and we are proud of her courage and determination. She is dedicated to the recovery process, the twelve steps program, and God, who is the giver of life and all good gifts. We are blessed.
Many other families are suffering immeasurably with the consequence of substance addiction. My heart goes out to them. The addiction epidemic is quickly becoming our nation’s greatest tragedy. Lives are being destroyed. Relationships ruined. People are dying needlessly.
May we all be sensitive to the crisis.
May we pray fervently for help to reach all those who seek it.
May we do our part to educate ourselves and our families about the dangers of drugs, alcohol, and other self-harming addictions.
The first fifty years of my life, I drifted along on a sea of emotional ups and downs. Self worth wasn’t something I thought much about.
I don’t think I ever really realized that the way my mind responded to things was entirely in my power to control. If I had a “bad day”, I attributed it to whatever my circumstances were at the moment. If I had a super fantastic day, it was usually the result of something I did, or something I received—say, pulling off an elegant holiday dinner party, or hearing positive feedback on something I’d created, or watching my kids laugh and play nice together while I served them warm cookies and cold milk. In short, my self worth seemed to be tangled up in my circumstances or performance.Continue reading
Writers are such a generous bunch.
Always willing to share their knowledge and lift up their fellow writers.
A giant family of individuals creating, collaborating, and offering their art to the world.
This week, I was thrilled to write a guest post for C.S. Lakin over at Live Write Thrive. Suzanne is one of those extraordinary authors who is using her wisdom and experience to provide tools to thousands of writers.
Thanks for the opportunity, Suzanne!
You can check out my article,
10 Things You Ought to Learn Before You Self Publish Your Book here.
Have you ever felt like giving up?
I sure have! Plenty of times.
More times than I can count. But inside, I know I can’t give up.
So, after a meltdown or pity party, I pick myself up, and I press on.
Because the only way to fail in life is to throw in the towel. . .
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Strong in Spirit
In a world where we are inundated with messages to be strong, be bold, be outgoing, be successful, and be admired by others, it can be hard to cultivate the inner qualities that make us spiritually and emotionally strong.
This iconic poem by the late Portia Nelson, an American singer/songwriter/actress and author, speaks to all of us who are on a journey of self-discovery.
And it speaks to me as a Christ follower.Continue reading
When I was a little girl, I would lock myself in the bathroom and pretend I was being crowned Miss America.
Gazing at myself in the shower-steamed mirror, I’d mouth the words, “And the new Miss America is . . .”
Then I’d wrap a bath towel around my head, imagining it were that majestic sparkling crown worn by the most admired woman in the world.
In those days, Miss America was highly esteemed—at least she was to me.Continue reading