I've been feeling so many Mother's Day feels this weekend. For starters, my big kids came home to surprise me and that was the most wonderful thing! I remember Mother's Day 2017 when I cried because Hays was a Senior in high school and heading to Texas A&M and I thought it would be my last Mother's Day with my five all together. . . . and yesterday proved those tears unnecessary! And then, as if that wasn't more than I could ever wish for, Marc spoiled me like I have never been spoiled before. I am consistently blown away and humbled by how much he appreciates me and shows me his appreciation with words, gifts, acts of service and more. I am so grateful for this husband of mine and the way he loves me and shows our kids what selfless love is supposed to look like! But even before yesterday, I've been thinking a lot about all of the different dimensions of motherhood I now experience and it is shaping me into a new and stronger and more compassionate and
(This post is a bit wandering and rambling. . . .) In Genesis 3:16, after the Fall, God tells Eve that part of her punishment is that she will have pain during childbirth. I have blogged about this before ( here ), but I want to hit on it from a different angle. My past blog was about how men struggle with making work their god and how women struggle with making their children their god(s) and how I believe that is part of the sin we deal with as a result of the Fall (not just that man will have to work the ground and that birthing a baby will be excruciating). Today I want to blog about that "labor pain" as a continual "pain" or struggle or sin for a mom. . . . like struggling with making my children my god(s), I also struggle with pride around my children and it has been breaking my heart lately. My identity is so often wrapped up in who's mom I am and the pride I have in getting to be their mom and it is barely containable sometimes. I'm so proud of