Monday, February 3, 2014

Olympic Moms

When we stared at that little stick for the first time and saw the pink line, and all the dreams we'd ever imagined, hoped for, prayed for--finally appeared in the form of a pink line that announced parenthood....

....I'm sure we had no idea of the mind numbing hours, minutes, days, years, and decades that we'd feel more powerless than the moment before. 

Parenting is not for the weak. It's not for the sedentary, or the faint-hearted, or those who pretend that they never felt like running away for a day.

I have the blessing of nearing the empty nest phase that gives some perspective, but each phase is full of challenges. I'm planning a graduation open house, filling out taxes, FAFSA forms, financial aid packages, forcing my son to write essays, and planning college visits. We talk budgets and summer jobs, loans and car insurance. He tells me he's praying for a wife who can do taxes some day and I just smile. It was just yesterday I was wiping snotty noses, changing diapers, and rocking them to sleep.

But even after all the i's are dotted and the t's are crossed, after all the to-do lists are checked off--it's not the tasks that wear us to a frazzle or wring our hearts the most. It's the things that consume our prayers. Will they know really how much we love them? Are we scarring them for life? Will they really have all they need to launch into a world where no one else is obligated or compelled to love then as we do? Will they hear God's voice, know His Spirit, hear His call in their lives? Will they recognize the right one to spend their life with, and find the courage to reach for grace when they fall down?

The Sochi Winter Olympic games will soon be upon us and the media is prepping us with commercials. This one about falling down and getting back up again is particularly touching:
(click the link)
Sochi: Thank You Mom, Pick Them Back Up

We marvel at how amazing the olympians are, when in reality most mom's I know aren't doing anything less glamorous when they keep dusting themselves off, to get their families through every ordinary day of life--day after day after day....

So here's to you moms and unsung heroines, don't miss this link:
A message to mom's from Kid President

And remember, when you feel like this:
Dr. Suess, Cat in the Hat

Or like this:

If you fall, pray while you're down there.
Put down your phone.
The house is clean enough for today.
Sing in the car.
Hug more, shout less.
You are an olympic mom.
You deserve gold.
Thousands have gone before you.
Thousands are cheering you on.

Get back up again.
This is what we signed up for.
This is the privilege we bleed on the pages of our days for...

Blog post by Anne Love-
Writer of Historical Romance inspired by her family roots. 
Nurse Practitioner by day. 
Wife, mother, writer by night. 
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  1. All the hard work, all the trials, all the struggles of motherhood, get rewarded eventually in the form of grandchildren! I'm enjoying my daughters two children while my son is still living at home starting his first real job today as a nurse.

  2. Wonderful post, Anne!

    And - as much as we want our children's lives to be perfect, we know that they have to learn, and mature, by making their own mistakes - no matter how we raised them!! We suffer with them through the mistakes, but in the end - we are assured that "if we train up a child in the way he should go (spiritually), when he is old, he will not depart from it". I'm seeing that promise being fulfilled now, and I KNOW you will, also, dear Anne!! What a comforting thought!!


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