Dear Momma dealing with infertility: I think of you

This has been on my heart lately and though I am terrified of sticking my foot in my mouth, I wanted to write this. 

When I am sitting in the doctor’s office with my obvious pregnant belly, and someone is sitting beside me without one, I think of you.

When I think about posting online about how the baby is moving so much today or other updates on my pregnancy, I think of you.

Before I say things like, “It was an accident!” or “No matter what we do it keeps happening!” I think of you.

I have no idea how many tests you had, how much money you spent, how much pain and disappointment you have been through. You don’t talk about it with me. And maybe that is wise, because I cannot relate. But I have tried to learn how to be better.

I don’t ask you anymore “Are you and your spouse hoping to have children one day?” because you may already be trying. You may be in the throes of disappointment. I realize now that this whole thing is not something I can take for granted.

I don’t ask if you are going to have more, because I don’t know what you went through to have the child or children that you have. For you it might have been a bit like climbing Mt Everest, and once you reach the top you have to think seriously about doing that all over again.

I don’t like the divide that I feel exists between us. I want to be your friend and to walk beside you through your journey. But I know that just seeing me with one life inside and three on the outside might be too much. And that’s okay. That is really, really okay. So I think of you.

In my heart I feel that whether you have been able to have children, have had miscarriages, or are still waiting to see two lines on those pregnancy tests, we share something. We share motherhood. Does it look different? Maybe. Did it come about in different ways? Probably, but there is a spirit in me and a spirit in you that is kindred.

You are a Mother. Whether you have conceived or not, whether you have lost, whether you have had your own or adopted or fostered. You are a Mother. Your spirit, the way you are working so hard for what you want, the way you serve and love the people around you, that deep longing in your heart that you cannot wish away, that makes you a Mother. And that piece of you and that piece of me is the same.

I have not walked in your shoes, but I think of you. I think of you so much.

And I am sorry for any hurt that I caused you. I didn't know then, but now I am trying so hard to be better. 

Andrea

Tearing Up the List

I haven’t written anything in a long time. Part of it was because I was surviving my first trimester of pregnancy, which was awful, and surviving the winter which is always hard for me. The other reason is because I guess I felt that the blogging world was so flooded with ideas and opinions that nothing felt fresh, and what could I contribute?

But every season has an end, and here is my meager contribution to this world of ideas.

    I have noticed a disturbing trend in our culture but particularly in the world of blogging and internet comments (why, why, why does every website need a comments section?). It is a propensity to be easily offended, and to write about it. Ever since people of my generation were young we have been hearing about this, just in different ways: people are offended by a cross on the wall in a courtroom, or by a sign saying “Merry Christmas” in a grocery store, or by language that some are using to describe their race or group. And though this “PC” generation has learned a lot about how to treat each other, what words to use and not to use, it seems like we may have taken this chance to educate and turned it into an opportunity to be offended.

Take this for example: how many articles have you seen that are called something like this- “Ten Things To Never Say To A Pregnant Lady” or “What NOT To Say To A Mom of Twins”. The article then lists the things that people have said to the author that they categorized as offensive. Then, if you dare to read the comments, people add more and more things that offended them to this list. Or simply say, “Yes! I HATE that!” These articles exist now in regards to many races of people, every type of sexuality, every unique family situation (“What not to say to parents with one child” “What not to say to parents with two children”), and every person who is seen as “not the norm”: a person with curly hair, a redhead, a person with a missing limb, an otherwise handicapped person, a parent of a handicapped person, etc. Now, here is what is not wrong with this idea: education. The internet is a valuable tool in that we can reach people that we would not ordinarily be able to reach in order to teach them how to better communicate and respect others. Some of these articles are very thoughtful with the goal being something like: I know that my situation is unique and unusual, and I know that when you are talking to me/helping me/etc. you are trying to be kind, but you are unintentionally hurting my situation instead of helping. Here are some easy tools for you to be a better helper, if that is your goal. Knowledge is power, and if I can learn about someone better so that I can help or love them more effectively, then bring it on.

Others of these articles seem to be simply a re-hash of all of the things that have been said to someone that for one reason or another they just didn’t like. They are giving you a list of their opinions, their interpretations, and their judgements of things that were said or done to them by people who they mostly don’t know anything about. Maybe that person rubbed your pregnant belly because in their community that simple act is an acknowledgement of something beautiful that is happening inside of you. What they saw as kindness and encouragement, you choose to see as someone blatantly ignoring your silent rules. And so, you see it as a threat. But it isn’t, it’s simply a lack of understanding.

Sometimes, people are ignorant of “the rules”. They didn’t read that blog post, maybe they don’t have the internet, and maybe they don’t encounter people like you or families like yours very often and they just say whatever they think. My brother and sister-in-law have ten kids, and I asked her once what is the most annoying thing people have said to her. She had to think really hard, and then she basically said that nothing really bothered her all that much even though the examples she listed could have easily made a “What NOT to Say to Big Families” list. It wasn’t because the comments couldn’t be seen as offensive, it was because she was simply not offended by them. She was able to quickly and without reservation extend grace to people who made comments about her family without much thought at all.

In our country and world right now there are race issues, sexuality issues, gender issues…lots of issues actually that don’t seem to be getting better. In our quest for equality we are doing a lot of teaching, rule-making, and educating. We keep thinking “if they could only understand better, think more like me, see my side, they would be able to see how we can fix it”. So we talk, and write, and comment. But do you know what most of us are not doing? Actually embracing each other.

Let’s say you go out on a date with someone, and before you sit down to talk they hand you a list of rules of things you can and cannot say to them. Some of them seem obvious, but others you sort of don’t understand and you may have said to other people before. What if you forget? What will they do? You really like them but now you are afraid, afraid to offend, afraid to seem like an idiot. Did that person build a bridge between you or create a boundary of fear and expectations?

The first step to understanding ANYONE is to accept their perceived weirdness and their uniqueness and start a relationship. About a year and a half ago I joined a church with a large Korean-American population. At first it was hard for me to form relationships with people because I walked around censoring my every word. I was terrified to offend people by asking them where they were from (what if they were born in the US and they think I’m asking if they were born in Korea?? What if that is offensive and I don’t know it? Should I bow back or what?), or what languages they speak, or what kind of food they liked. So I mostly kept my distance and asked super safe questions, until I began to work at the church and knew that I needed to step outside of my comfort zone. By that point our church had become even more multi-ethnic, full of diversity of race, income, upbringing, and culture. If you think it’s easy to throw a bunch of people together who on the surface have nothing in common, well, it isn’t. But we have worked hard as a community to get messy, talk about the hard stuff, acknowledge our differences, and form real and lasting relationships. I hope I never come across an article called “What NOT to Say to Korean-Americans” because I am positive that I would have said everything on the list in the past year. But do you know what we have in our little community that makes it safe? That makes our blunders and missteps ok? We have relationships. We have true, real love from God that helps us to not see so much with our own judging eyes, with our lists of expectations that come from each of our cultures and backgrounds (how could we EVER meet all of those different expectations?), but with God’s vision that sees everyone as precious. Love, Jesus’ deep and agape love that lives in our hearts, is just not easily offended.  It just isn’t. It can’t be.

Sometimes people are so crazy and rude that it is really hard to see them other than really crazy and rude. But if we let ourselves be the manners police of our culture, censoring and correcting and creating lists and rules and expectations, then what we are doing is molding others to our own likeness. What we are saying is: my feelings are more important than our potential relationship. My culture and my background tells me that what you are doing is insensitive, regardless of what your culture and your background tells you. How can we ever create relationships and start bridging these deep, painful chasms in our culture if we are holding people to the standards of our opinions? Understanding does not come from saying the right things in a conversation, it comes from feeling freedom and acceptance and grace. We are never going to reconcile with each other if we are a culture where we are afraid to help people, afraid to start a conversation, afraid to say something because of a fear to offend. We can turn it around, we can change the way we are, but it can only come from completely dropping our expectations, ripping up our lists, and accepting people as who they are: parts and pieces of a family we don’t know, a background we don’t know, a list of hurts we don’t know, influences we don’t know, experiences we don’t know, a whole life that we just don’t know. But we CAN know them. That person who offended you can become your friend. All it takes is intentional grace and real, accepting love.

Tear up the list. Be bold. Get messy. Love courageously. 

Ugly Crying at Michael's, or How God Made Me Listen

I haven't written in ages, so grab a cup of coffee because this is a long one!

Let me tell you about this morning…

So, I woke up to Jude fussing at 5:55am. Toddlers, right? No respect for my late night Netflix watching. It was dark outside, I hadn’t been able to fall asleep until around midnight, and after a few fitful hours of sleep I was being awoken by an upset two year old. My head started pounding. I was already thinking, “I can get through this day” and it had only just started.

A few hours later, I started my daily struggle with Hazel over obedience and lying. It wasn’t even 9am and I was absolutely at my breaking point. In fact, I broke. Something snapped, the building caved in, I yelled, I cried, I BEGGED them to just be good, just stop lying, just obey our rules, please please please. Stop making things so hard for me, stop making every single thing in my life a struggle.

Because that is how I have been feeling lately. That Every Single Thing, everything, is hard. Making a meal, doing laundry, getting people dressed, doing art, writing an email, making a phone call, preparing for church, taking care of animals, getting out the door, saving money, fixing things, having patience with my kids, getting anything accomplished…HARD. I feel like every day I am walking up a mountain and my kids are on top of me and pulling at me and crying at me, and it’s raining and the ground is slippery, and I’m dragging a house and jobs and responsibilities up the muddy slope and the only one with me is…me. I’m doing it all alone. Chad is on the other side of the mountain dragging his own responsibilities, his own jobs, and house repairs, and ideas for church that he doesn’t have time to finish, a car that only barely works, school loans…you get the idea.

But you know the hard part? God gave us all of this. Chad’s regular job, his job at our church, our home, our children, my art, my job at the church (I'm the children's director)…it’s all good. It’s all SO good, and I love every piece. But each piece piled on top of us is starting to crush us, and I am feeling the effects physically, spiritually, and emotionally. Can the weight of so many wonderful gifts make them burdens?

And so this morning, I broke under it all. Just the simple, everyday act of a 4-year-old's defiance brought me to a scarily low place. Satan expertly used every good thing to crush me, and I let him because I was just too tired to fight.

As soon as I dropped the kids off at preschool, I got onto Facebook to ask someone advice for what to do for stress, and I saw a post on my wall from a girl I barely know. She’s is an old acquaintance from church when I was a kid, and just read what she had to say to me:

“I know your day faces challenges, but even through your posts, you overcome them. Be encouraged today God is opening up some amazing doors for you and Chad. Your faithfulness even through the tight places has been a witness even to your family and incredible breakthrough is right around the corner!”

I had told no one about my tough day, or what I’ve been going through lately. I didn’t tell her how everything in my spiritual and emotional cup was gone and how I was starting to feel like a marathoner runner whose been running for way too long and can’t find the finish line. I haven’t even been talking to her at all, but her heart is so close to God’s that He used her to speak to me.

This was minutes, MINUTES after I felt totally, utterly crushed and abandoned.

So I drove away to start my errands, crying, feeling…I don’t even know what. Noticed by God? That she had somehow opened a door between me and God to start a serious conversation about what’s been going on, and how He gave me too many responsibilities, but that I know He appointed them for me, and how I need serious help and encouragement and…hope.

And I said to Him, “It’s TOO MUCH. I know that it is all good, but I need help! I shouldn’t be doing this all on my own! Why did you trust me with this? DIDN’T YOU KNOW I WOULD FAIL?”

And He didn’t really say anything. I didn’t give Him much of a chance really, I was just sort of spewing out my feelings and by the time I was done I was parked in front of Michael's and instead of sitting in the car like I should have and listening to Him, or being still for a minute, I just got out of the car and pretended like I hadn’t just been crying for 15 minutes straight and walked in to Michael’s to forget about everything for a while.

Ha! God probably laughed at that.

About twenty minutes into my attempt to numb my mind, I passed by a group of three people (my age, two guys and a girl) and one of them smiled at me. No big deal. A few minutes later I passed by them again. They came up to me, and the girl started a conversation. It went sort of like this:

Her: Hi! We’re on a sort of scavenger hunt for God this morning, and we feel like God wants us to pray for you.

Me: (instant awkward ugly crying face) (can’t talk, too emotional) “….Um, Hi.”

So right there in the middle of Michael’s, these amazing people prayed for me. I told them about how Chad and I are involved in a church plant, and how much work we’re doing all of the time, and how we need God to sustain us because we’re doing a terrible job of that on our own, and how I’ve started to feel like my life is just going to be this long series of hard days of scraping together, of struggling all of the time. A tough tough tough life forever and ever with only tiny bits of rest and peace and hope.

And friend, just read what they spoke over me:

“There are so many blessings in small beginnings, and every big thing starts small. I pray that Andrea would not be discouraged but excited by the amazing things that You are going to do because of her obedience.”

“I pray that her children would feel such love, such security, even though mom and dad are busy. That they would know how much they are loved, how special they are.”

“Andrea, you are His treasure. He sees you, He delights in you, He loves you so much.”

“God, I pray for hope for her, that she would be able to feel Your hope and your sustaining love, every day.”

“I pray that you would reveal part of the painting of her life to her, so that she could see just enough and rest.”

I hadn't told them I felt hopeless, or like I’m a bad mother, or that I’m so fearful that all of my work is going to amount to nothing. Here are three people I don’t know, four including the facebook friend who sent me a message this morning, praying through each one of my fears and doubts. And this was twenty minutes after I cried out to Him, “I feel so alone!” And God was like, "Nope. And I'm going to prove it."

He keeps pursuing me. Sometimes I want to turn around and say, “Why ME? Can’t you find someone else to do your work, to do all of this, someone who is more competent and more spiritual and more everything good and wonderful that I’m not?”

And then He sends me encouragement from a stranger, because He knew it would make me listen.

If all of that wasn’t enough, this Steven Curtis Chapman song was on the radio when I got in the car:

‘Cause I know this is not
Anything like you thought
The story of your life was gonna be
And it feels like the end has started closing in on you
But it’s just not true
There’s so much of the story that’s still yet to unfold

And this is going to be a glorious unfolding
Just you wait and see and you will be amazed
You’ve just got to believe the story is so far from over
So hold on to every promise God has made to us
And watch this glorious unfolding

What I needed to hear was the hope part: that there is more to come. Where I am now isn't where I'll be forever. It isn't so much knowing that I can only see one part of the tapestry, the painting of my life and that someday I'll see it all. It's knowing that the painting is beautiful, in spite of me. 

But this message isn’t just for me. He knows that I’m a talker and a sharer and that I couldn’t possibly keep this in. I started writing this blog post as soon as I got home, because this is what we all need to hear from time to time.

You are not alone. God’s family, which is your family, is so big that there are people praying for you that you haven’t even met. There is a web of love and support and power and prayer all around you.

He sees you. He loves you. He is pursuing you. He won't stop.

You are His Treasure. 

It’s not over. It’s still unfolding. Hang on to His promises.

God has called you to something. It might be hard, an uphill battle. He doesn’t make things easy, He just sustains us through the tough stuff. He supplies our every need, and that includes hope, endurance, encouragement, and rest. 

Andrea

Must. Stop. Buying. Presents. Formykids.

 

Graph of Christmas excitement

A few years before I started my parenting journey, my sister had a sweet little girl named Lucy (who is now 5). At Christmas my sister would send out a really long, detailed Christmas list for Lucy to the family, with online links to specific toys. My sister has always been more into the traditions of Christmas than the gifts, so I was always a little surprised by the lists that came out every year. During this same time I was seeing parents on black Friday getting to stores at 5am (these were the days before that madness creeped into Thanksgiving) to buy the hottest toys for their kids, waiting in lines a mile long with a dedication that I just didn’t understand. I saw parents, parents that I knew, spending hundreds and hundreds of dollars on their kids for Christmas.

At the time I didn’t really know what the deal was, but maybe that these people were getting caught up in what they saw around them and assumed was normal. But I was so wrong. Because, do you know what I think the root of it is?

Love.

Seriously, I believe that.

I will admit that as humans sometimes our efforts at showing love are a little misguided. And sometimes love makes people crazy and do weird things. Well folks, this is one of those things. My sister’s Christmas list for Lucy wasn’t about anything but seeing Lucy’s face light up on Christmas morning, because a parent gets so much joy in delighting their children. It was about having just the right thing under the tree, the thing that Lucy would hold and play with and know, without any doubt, that the person who gave it to her loves her very much. Most of the parents who go a little crazy buying toys for their kids are doing it because they love the heck out of those little people. Love them so much that they want to get them the best gift they can, the very very best.

You know, sometimes parents feel like we are failing our kids. A lot of the time we don’t know what we’re doing and sometimes we worry that our kids are suffering because of it. But a gift can say “I know you and I love you, and I may mess up a lot…but I NAILED it for Christmas, am I right?!” For some of us, it’s a chance to show our kids in a tangible way that they are the most important things in our lives and that we love them more than our words or our hugs can say. How much do I love you? I love you (NEW BIKE) much! I love you (RAPUNZEL DRESS) much! I love you (TRAMPOLINE) much!

It’s not necessary. And we know it. We could give our kids nothing for Christmas and we could still show them in a million other ways that we love them. Love does not equal stuff, but don’t you feel special when a friend gives you just the right little gift? Doesn’t it make you feel known and loved? That is the best feeling. That you are known, known so well, and even though that person knows your faults and failings they still love you so much. A gift can say, hey I accept you. Totally. And it makes me happy to make you happy.

Chad lost his job right before Jude was born, and I was in the middle of gathering things for the new baby. Pretty much every single baby item I owned was pink and covered in flowers, so we wanted to buy a few things for the boy that was headed our way. I felt so helpless, in the midst of the loss of a job and an income and about to have a baby. Babies cost money, people. So I was trying my best to find things either cheaply or for free, meanwhile the nesting instincts were flowing strong in my veins. I was stressing out.

Not much later I got an email from an old friend, offering me a few of her cloth diapers. Not only were they the exact brand I wanted, but they were in the right sizes and colors. God was saying to me: I love you (NEW DIAPERS) much! A few weeks earlier we had found a practically brand new infant car seat and base by a dumpster. A great, safe brand that seemed like it had been in a babysitter’s car and had been used maybe once. God again: I love you (NEW CAR SEAT) much! He did this again and again for me: a rocking chair, a baby sling, a crib, a crib bumper, buckets of clothes, and so much more. I did not ask for any of it, it just came to me. The blessings continued after Jude was born, and for all of this past year (which was a tough one). I felt known and loved. So loved. He was telling me that even though my life was crumbling apart around me, I care about you. I, the God of the Universe, love you (FREE TRIP) much! I love you (NEW COAT) much! I love you (SHOES FOR YOUR KIDS) much!

Those gifts, even though they were just small things, were huge to me. They were a way that I could see with my eyes that my God loves me and that the people around me love me. I could feel it with my hands. My heart was so hurt that I was having trouble feeling God’s love there, so He made it so that I could feel it in other ways. Simple ways that said I care. They care. We all care.  

I know that God gets GREAT joy from blessing us, providing for us, and giving us gifts. Just like parents get so excited about Christmas, because they get to shower their children with presents. Is it any wonder that we delight in the giving? That sometimes we go a little crazy about it? That we have a harder time falling asleep on Christmas Eve than our kids do? The excitement that we feel, the deep joy that we get from giving gifts to our kids is a hint, a taste of the joy that God gets from giving to us. I think that one of the greatest lessons from being a parent is that God loves us more than we love our kids. That idea blows my mind.

So, yes, sometimes parents go overboard on Christmas. We might spend too much money or get lost in the madness of Christmas shopping. We might seem like we just want, want, want. And maybe sometimes we do need a reality check, and to be reminded that presents aren’t the only part of what makes Christmas so special. I know plenty of parents who buy their kids very little for Christmas, and I am so impressed by them. I honestly wish I could be more like that. But for people like me who have to reign themselves in all day every day or they would buy every single Tangled-related item for their two three year old girls? Well, I hope you can see my craziness and not judge it. Because truly, it’s all in an effort to make a deep, beautiful love a little more visible.

A Reflection on Breakfast

The clock strikes mid-morning

The beast rises within your bowels

A beast of old coffee and digestion

Screaming its demands and wrenching your gut

The beast, named Hunger, has suddenly, surprisingly

Taken control of your body

And so you hunt, to quiet it

 

Turning corners, reaching the kitchen

You pause lightly, eyes scanning for sustenance

Coming to rest on the remains of the a.m. feast

Waffles, carefully cut

Sitting forgotten in haphazard piles on tiny plates

Floating in stagnant pools of maple syrup

(Grade B)

 

You take the plates, intent only on cleaning up

Drawing your will power to the surface, to abstain

To wait for a healthier meal

Perhaps I’ll make a salad, your brain thinks

A decoy thought, a distraction

As your fingers have already begun to bring the food

(Sweet, cold, dense morsels) to your lips

“Leggo the eggo” you think, with half a heart

Since you are almost done

 

Thirteen seconds, three plates cleared

The beast is fulfilled

And you, you are

A parent.

For the first-time, first-year mamas: A little bit of truth

None of your mom friends wanted to tell you the hard truth about the first year while you were pregnant. You were so adorable and full of optimism and ideals that we just couldn’t bring ourselves to even begin to warn you about what you had ahead. Plus, we know that you wouldn’t be able to understand what we were talking about until you lived it yourself, so why even try? It also would be sort of mean: Oh, you’re a month away from your due date! Well, let me tell you how much this is going to suck. Plus, maybe your story would be different. Maybe you would be one of the lucky ones and your baby would sleep and eat like a charm, and not be a crier. Those babies exist (I think), but usually they aren’t the firstborn it seems, and we don’t really believe those stories anyway.

But now, it’s time for some truth. Bad days happen and when they happen, you may feel bad about how you feel. Well, don’t worry. We’ve all been there before.

The goal of writing this is so you know that we know how you feel. Sometimes it’s hard to say these things out loud, but they are just truths. We know you don’t want to complain, but we won’t judge you if you do. So, have some peace in knowing that you aren’t alone. You never have been.

Also, this list is compiled from my experience of my first year at home, and I had twins. My life was CRAZY sometimes, and you may not be able to relate to any of this. Your baby may be perfect and calm and awesome and take long naps and eat well and be happy to play by itself and love tummy time. If so, knock on every wooden surface you can find and pray prayers of thanksgiving to Jesus and say a dozen Hail Marys, and throw in a rain dance or something for good measure.

1. “OH MY GOD THIS IS HARD. Just kidding, it’s easy! NEVER MIND, IT’S HARD AGAIN SAVE ME!!!!!!!!”- Has there ever been a roller coaster ride like mothering a baby for the first time? One day everything is smiles and coos and perfect feedings and naps, and you. are. the best mom ever. You know it in your bones, “I was MADE for this. I knew I would be awesome!” And then the next day the poop hits the fan (hopefully not literally) and you sink into a hole of self-doubt and ask yourself some scary questions, like “Why did we do this?” “Maybe I should have chosen adoption” “How did I think I was cut out for this?” But then, the next day you’re back on top of the world. Or, rather, the laundry pile. This all just comes with the territory.

2. Your temper may scare you- You think you’re chill and under control? Have a baby or two, and you’ll learn A LOT about how you really handle stress. You might yell or scream or throw stuff (hopefully not your baby, and hopefully nothing at your baby) and think where did this rage come from? How am I so out of control? Patience in not a gift, nor is something you just pick up and put on like your favorite sweatshirt with baby spit-up on the shoulder. Patience is an art form. Patience requires careful practice, determination to not quit when you mess up, and a realization that you will get better at it over time. First year art students don’t expect themselves to be creating masterpieces right away, they know that they have a lot of practicing to do to get there. So do you with your patience. I’m assuming we’re going to need all of this practice for the teenage years.

3. Sometimes, you may just want it all to stop- I remember thinking, a whole bunch of times, that I wanted time to stop around me for a day or two. I wanted to be able to sleep, or read a book, or just let my stress drip away slowly rather than having to conquer it and I didn’t want to have to arrange for a babysitter to do this. Because then there would be bottles to prepare and a schedule to write out and money to exchange hands and worry to consume my mind the whole time I was gone. I needed a break from the noise, the thinking ahead, the being “on” all of the time, the 45 second showers during naptime, and the crying. OH, the crying. I had two babies at once so I got an extra special dose of baby tears during my first year, but still, nothing puts a mom over the edge like crying. Is it just me or can a dad more easily say to himself: this is just an annoying noise that at some point will stop. But it seems like a mom is more likely to go through this:

- Oh NO! Baby is crying! Something is wrong!

- I checked everything, and nothing seems wrong! It’s something secret that I can’t figure out!

- I’m terrible! Why can’t I stop this! Why am I not good enough for you? I’m a  faiiiiiluuuuuuuure!!!! (she may or may not start crying along with baby at this point)

- Dear Jesus, I will do pretty much anything in exchange for the baby to stop crying. I’ll stop eating donuts and watching reality tv and WHATEVER YOU WANT

And eventually you may get to this point:

- All right kid. You’re gonna need to stop that right now. SOMEONE FIND ME THE PACIFIER ALREADY.

4- You will discover that mama love for her baby…hurts- It hurts because you weep for joy over that little face, and you weep for sorrow that one day it will leave you. You weep because you can’t believe this blessing is yours. You weep for the mamas who lose their babies. You weep for the babies who lose their mamas. You weep over the smiles that you know are meant just for you. You weep because you are their everything. You weep because sometimes, they are your everything. You weep when you watch CSI and there was a baby or child in danger. Your heart sometimes wants to explode with love at the weirdest moments, like when they’re just sitting in your lap and you feel their downy hair on your cheek. It’s all lovely and painful and you realize that you will never, ever look at the world (or yourself) in the same way. You are broken now, because you know that you would do anything, at any moment, for that baby. You have a weakness, an Achilles heal if you will. You would kill for that baby. And, without question, you would die for it.

5- You sometimes feel all alone- No one can feel what you feel, no one can understand how frustrating your day was (unless they are a mama going through exactly what you’re going through right now). Because just like childbirth, it’s easy to forget how hard the first year was. As soon as you try to put into words what you’re dealing with you realize it doesn’t sound hard at all. So the baby skipped his nap, so what? To your mom or your partner it just doesn’t sound like a big deal, but they can understand that it must have been a little frustrating. But to you, this may have been what you were looking forward to for HOURS to climb back from the edge of sanity. You needed it so much, and without a little break you may just completely lose it. You may have been planning on showering for the first time in days, or sitting down and responding to some emails (finally!), or just closing your eyes and laying on your couch in quiet, and letting that quiet travel through your bones and calm your nerves and remind you who you are. You are a mama who loves her baby so much, you are you, not a crazy person who minutes before may have briefly considered jumping in the car and running away from this crazy day.

But, hey, here’s Truth #6- You are a person doing an INCREDIBLY important thing.

And an incredibly difficult thing, at times.

And all of us mamas who were recently in your shoes, we applaud you. We know what you’re going through, and we are proud of you. Sometimes you can’t believe how awesome life is and lucky you are, and sometimes you can hardly put one foot in front of the other to trudge on until bedtime. Even though our kids may be older than yours and life is easier in a lot of ways, we still sometimes feel that way. All of us, working moms and stay at home moms, (and dads too!) we are just all working so hard to raise happy, lovely little people to grow up to bless each other and to create a world more full of love and joy. So, go us J

Raleigh Christmas Music Round-Up

Around this time of year in college I was usually rehearsing for Christmas concerts, performing in Christmas concerts, going to Christmas concerts, and studying for finals and being overall incredibly stressed out. BUT the concerts part was great and there was an excellent show to see nearly every day. I miss it, honestly. So this year I decided that I was going to find out about Raleigh has to offer in the holiday music department, and my goodness does it have a lot going on. This list is probably just a small portion of all of the Christmas concerts happening this holiday season, but I hope that you can find something to enjoy. Take your friends, your kids, your spouse, and be adventurous! Some are expensive (but probably worth it), a lot are free, and some are even geared towards kids. Take a chance, see a show, and make a memory! No one ever walks away from a Christmas concert in a bad mood.

And PLEASE, if you know of something good thats going on that I don't know about, tell me! I'll add it to the list.

Friday, November 29

·         Holiday Pops with the NC Symphony and Capital City Girls Choir at 7:30pm Meymandi Concert Hall – David Crabtree narrates. If you have tons of money to blow this Christmas season, then this is the show for you! Tickets start at around $45. It’s also on the 30^th at 3:00.

Sunday, December 1

·         Raleigh Beer and Hymns, Advent sing-a-long - 7:30pm at Tir Na Nog (free) This is an old tradition being brought back, and it sounds like pretty much the most fun thing I’ve ever heard of. Make new friends, drink good beer, and sing some amazing music to start out this lovely season of advent.

·         Holiday Festival of Music and Art- Benson Memorial United Methodist Church 4:00pm Holiday Festival begins at 4:00 pm with Art available for preview and sale. Christmas Concert of Sacred and Secular music presented by Benson Chancel Choir and Raleigh Flute Choir Trio will begin at 5:00 pm. Dinner available at 5:45 pm and continuation of Art Sale -- all media of arts, crafts, jewelry follows dinner. Proceeds from art sales to benefit Angel Tree Ministry. Free

 

Thursday, December 5

 

·         Advent Service of Lessons and Carols at Duke Chapel

Choral Vespers is held on Thursday evenings at 5:30 p.m. This 30-40 minute candlelight service consists of scripture readings, prayers, and sacred music. The Duke Vespers Ensemble leads the choral portion of the service.

 

Friday, December 6

·         NC Symphony and Master Chorale- Bach’s Oratorio 8pm @ Meymandi (this one is going to be good, you guys!) Tickets start at $31 (what is WITH the $10 processing fees when you buy a ticket online? I can process that myself at home with my printer, you feel me?! Makes me lose faith in humanity. So I shall listen to beautiful choral music to restore that faith.)  

·         Duke Chapel Choir “Messiah” (80^th year!) at 7:30 ($20, or $5 for students)

·         A Bluegrass Christmas Concert- at Quail Ridge Books, 7:30pm, featuring Nixon, Blevins, and Gage who I think just came out with a new Christmas album. I have no idea who they are but HEY, it’s free and its bluegrass! Win Win!

 

 

Saturday, December 7

·         Bayleaf Baptist Christmas Musical 7-8pm (free)

·         Duke Chapel Choir “Messiah” (80^th year!) at 2:00 ($20, or $5 for students)

·         NC Symphony and Master Chorale- Bach’s Oratorio 8pm @ Meymandi

·         William Peace University Singers- Kenan Hall at Peace, 5:15pm, kids are welcome! ($5-$10)

 

Sunday, December 8  

·         North Raleigh United Methodist Church Christmas Cantata 8:30am and 11:15 (free)

·         Bayleaf Baptist Christmas Musical 7-8pm (free)

·         Duke Chapel Choir “Messiah” (80^th year!) at 3:00 ($20, or $5 for students)

·         Cary Community Choir “Messiah” 7:30pm at Kirk of Kildaire Presbyterian Church (free I think) Want to sing Messiah with them? Just attend 2 of their 3 rehearsals! Google it, because that would be rad.

·         Durham Community Chorale Holiday Concert 3:30 at Temple Baptist Church (free?)

·         Appalachian Winter/Hanging of the Greens at Wake Forest Baptist Church 6:30pm- Sacred harp tunes, shaker hymns and Appalachian melodies featuring the choirs of the church and a guest Appalachian instrumental consort. Free. I’m totes going to this.

·         The Oakwood Waits Christmas Concert- at Pullen Memorial Baptist Church, 7:30pm, free!! (donations go to the Hope Center) This is a mid-sized a capella group (complete with Dickens-era costumes) that has been a Raleigh staple for 30 years.

·         Christ Baptist Church Christmas Concert- at 6:00pm, I’m gathering from the website that this is a big church? With lots of choirs and an orchestra! Free

·         The Raleigh Concert Band Holiday Show- 2:00pm- this isn’t choral as far as I can tell, but sounds like it will be great nonetheless! At the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Raleigh, $5

 

Tuesday, December 10

·         NC Master Chorale “Joy of the Season” 7:30pm at Meymandi

·         Christmas Caroling at Quail Ridge Books and Music (3522 Wade Avenue) from 5:30-6:30pm. Shopping at Whole Foods? Head down to the bookstore at the other end of the shopping center and sing with some strangers! Or if there is a designated group of people singing and they’re in costume or you can tell they’ve been rehearsing together, you probably shouldn’t sing with them. I’m not sure which situation this is going to be. Either way it can’t hurt to show up and enjoy some music.

 

Friday, December 13

·         Providence Baptist “Your Favorite Christmas” 7pm (free)

·         Concert Singers of Cary “Holiday Pops” at Cary Arts Center 8pm ($18-20)

·         Voices Choir “The Sounds of Christmas” 8pm at Hill Hall Auditorium UNC Chapel Hill ($20)

Saturday, December 14

·         Providence Baptist “Your Favorite Christmas” 6pm (free)

Birthday Party for Jesus- while you watch the show, your kids (birth-5^th grade) will get to have a fun time, with activities and snacks, learning all about how Christmas is Jesus’ birthday

·         Voices Choir “The Sounds of Christmas” 3pm at Hill Hall Auditorium UNC Chapel Hill ($20)

·         Concert Singers of Cary “Holiday Pops” at Cary Arts Center 3pm and 8pm ($18-20)

·         Choral Society of Durham “Tippett: A Child of Our Time” (with African-American Christmas spirituals) at Duke Chapel 8pm ($20)  this concert sounds like it’s going to be the bomb, google this for more info but I’m pretty sure the composer is amazing

·         Concert Dancers of Raleigh present Twas the Night Before Christmas- 4:00pm at Jones Auditorium at Meredith, “Concert Dancers of Raleigh invites "children of all ages" to this wonderfully choreographed ballet!” One hour long, $5-$10. This is definitely geared towards families with kids and sounds promising for my little ones. Not Jude, though. He would escape from my lap and run onstage and push the dancers over. And laugh. So, who’s babysitting?

·         Triangle Brass Band- at Wake Forest Baptist Church 7pm- The Triangle Brass Band is a British style brass band comprised of the finest brass and percussion players from the greater RTP area. $5-$12.  You can find out how to buy tickets online at www.virginiatull.com . This is a very popular show and I saw on one website that they had added a show time but could never find the details, so you may want to look into that if this time/day doesn’t work.

Sunday, December 15

·         Providence Baptist “Your Favorite Christmas” 2:30 and 6pm (free)

·         Greystone Baptist Christmas Cantata- 6pm (I think free, I went last year and it was really quite good)

·         Capital City Girls Choir holiday concert, 3pm at Meredith College’s Jones Auditorium  $10

·         Hillyer Community Choir Christmas Concert- at Hillyer Memorial Christian Church at 4:00pm with chorus and orchestra performing Mozart's Credo Mass and Craig Courtney's "A Musicological Journey through the Twelve Days of Christmas" (free)

Sunday, December 15th, 2013 at 4:00pm

·         Millennium Singers (one of the Raleigh Boy Choir choirs) at the Page-Walker Museum in Cary, 4:00pm. Not sure of cost.

·         Choral Society of Durham “Tippett: A Child of Our Time” (with African-American Christmas spirituals) at Duke Chapel 3pm ($20) see previous note about this, I think it’s going to be really great

 

 

Friday, December 20

·         NC Symphony “Cirque de la Symphony” 8pm at Meymandi. Technically this isn’t choral, but it’s basically circus meets symphony which sounds pretty amaaaaazing.

·         Raleigh Boy Choir- Carols of Christmas, 7:30 ($15 for adults) at Hayes Barton Baptist Church, 1800 Glenwood Ave. If you have never heard a GOOD boy choir in person, do yourself a favor and go to this concert.

 

Saturday, December 21

·         NC Symphony “Cirque de la Symphony” 8pm at Meymandi

·         Trilogy at the Pittsboro Roadhouse and General Store- at 8pm, this is a jazz trio doing a special Christmas show which is free. It is in Pittsboro though. Which sounds far away.  

 

To find out more info, look for more concerts, and read about choirs that you may want to join go to raleighsings.org