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“Just a mmmmiiiiinnnnnuuuuuuttttteee!”


You know you’re a Mom when….

You know you’re a Mom when….

I could go a lot of different directions here; however, I’ll stick to my story….

Yesterday started out as a pretty normal Saturday. Although we parted company in the morning for a few hours, we joined back up and made our monthly pilgrimage south for haircuts. All of us were looking like sad, shaggy orphans. Our weather had turned windy and chilly and we stopped for a bite to eat, then by a local store we like to peruse.

We made it maybe 10 steps inside the store, when my little one started to cry. He wasn’t looking like he was feeling too well, so I picked him up and that’s when it happened! My right side was immediately splashed in, wait for it, vomit. Face, shoulder, torso. Poor baby continued emptying his stomach all over the floor at this point, blocking the entrance to the store. My husband summoned some help to clean up while my son and I dashed into the bathroom. What do you know??? NO PAPER TOWELS in the bathroom. Now, I’m all for saving the planet, but when you have a catastrophe (at least that’s what I call projectile vomit on the body), a blow dryer for the hands just doesn’t cut it!

We cleaned ourselves up as best we could with what we had, washing our shirts and shoes out in the bathroom sink. My husband came to our rescue with a couple t-shirts for us to change into. We picked up a mop bucket on the way to the check-out just in case we needed it on the drive home. Showering, bathing, and laundering our shoes, jeans, shirts, socks, and even my purse made us all feel better, along with a nice nap!

Thankfully, our son is feeling like eating some bland noodles this morning along with a little carbonation to sip. When, what seemed like only minutes later, the dog started heaving, his body contorting like an overloaded washing machine. I quickly tried to catch him as I knew what was coming…more vomit. Sure enough, even our family dog was throwing up! Oh goody, I thought!

I quickly realized it wouldn’t be the holidays without sickness knocking on the door. Here’s hoping the caregivers don’t come down with the “epizuti”, as I call it. Any Momma will tell you it is not a good thing when she’s sick. Consequently, I’m slurping down a nice cocktail with Airborne to hopefully stave off any germs hanging out in our home. Life certainly doesn’t stop when illness hits. My heart goes out to Mommas of multiple kiddos. I already feel like a short-order cook, maid, housekeeper, and care-giver with my one-and-only down for the count. It’s true selflessness at its best.

All “grossness” aside, I wouldn’t trade any of it for the blessing and gift of being a Momma. I believe God gives Moms (and Dads!) special grace for handling the less than glorious side of parenting. There’s nothing like caring for and nursing a little one who is totally dependent on you. After all, isn’t this what the good Lord does for each of us as His children? He comforts us when we’re sad, sick, upset, hurt, and unable to care for ourselves. He loves us when we’re unlovely. One of the greatest joys of motherhood is being a nurturer, a caregiver, a nurse maid to our children. Somehow, this truth trumps the unlovely part every. single. time.

Here’s hoping we can all enjoy an illness-free holiday season! We can start by thanking the Lord for health, for medication, for a warm bed on a chilly night, for our doctors and nursing staff. As God cares for us as His children, let us care for our family. Let us remember: God is good all the time; all the time, God is good.





I need a heart transplant

I need a heart transplant

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.               (Psalm 51:10, NIV)

No, I’m not talking about having surgery for medical reasons, nor am I making light of anyone who is. Rather, I’m talking about my own heart which needs to be renewed, purified, and ultimately healed. Can you relate?

I mean, do you feel that your heart can be cold, dark, numb, blind to the needs of others? Do you find yourself in a battle, daily even, over wanting a pure heart? A heart that only God can change? Or, do you struggle with a broken heart? Hurt, stomped on, defiled, stolen, even denied? Has your heart been betrayed by someone you loved and cared for? Are you a single lady hoping to give your heart away to someone who is worthy of it? A widow, hoping to restore her broken heart? Perhaps a married woman struggling with matters of the heart? Or, a worn-out Momma in need of help with matters of the heart over your young’ins?

What I most long for when I reach heaven is to have a new heart. A brand new heart. One that is pure, cleansed once and for all, 100% God’s. I know I’ll receive a new body, which is also great but I look forward to no longer having my ugly, deceptive, divided heart.

The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? (Jeremiah 17:9, NIV)

Way back when I was in the youth choir at my church, we traveled and sang in other churches in the north and southeast, public forums, and conducted backyard Bible clubs along the way. One of my favorite songs from probably my favorite musical we ever performed, “Create In Me”. The lyrics were derived from the scripture Psalm 51:10. I can still hear the beautiful girl in our choir singing “Create in me a clean heart, purify me in every part, thoroughly wash me from sin, and renew a right spirit within”.  As a young teenager, although I loved the song, I didn’t fully comprehend the meaning of the lyrics. It was several years down the road when I understood how deceitful the heart actually is. It was about that time that I re-dedicated my life to Christ, and wanted to be thoroughly cleansed of all unrighteousness. Shortly thereafter, I was sharing my newfound joy in the Lord with my besties at the time. I was so on fire for the Lord and desperately wanted my friends to discover what I had found in Him.

I learned the importance of memorizing scripture and hiding it in my heart, thanks to my parents, grandparents, Sunday School teachers, & Vacation Bible School teachers. I studied how to pray scriptures to the Lord as I got older. This verse, along with many others, has always been one of my favorites. I encourage you to start working on the hearts of your children: pray for their tender hearts to be receptive to God’s calling, ask the Lord to guard their precious hearts, teach them scripture and what pleases the Lord. Capture their attention while they are young so they will grow to love their Maker by taking them by the hand to Sunday School, church, and enrolling them in Vacation Bible School. You won’t regret the foundation you’re building in their young lives.

Oh, what a night!


We were looking forward to a fun date night together, my son and me. His Daddy had plans with the guys, so me and my sidekick had big plans! Not so much for me, but for him. He loves McDonald’s Playland and he needed some new kicks, so out we went on this beautiful May evening.

We headed out to “Wally World,” as I call it for his shoes. You know, get the big thing outta the way. Before heading into the store, I pulled my son to me and told him how it was going to be: “you’ll be riding in a cart,” I said, “so that we can more easily try on your shoes”. The main reason for the cart: to keep him WITH me. I always try to break down the rules for him so he knows what to expect so we don’t have an emotional breakdown once I find a cart to put him in. Once explained, he didn’t like the “rules” but agreed to the plan. I was happy he obliged. Off we headed to the shoe department….

We had just arrived to said aisle when I was quickly trying to locate his size. The boy’s foot grows so quickly that I’m constantly trying to keep him properly fit. That, and the fact that he scuffs the toe. Boys! Out of the blue, he proclaims he has to go potty. I didn’t believe him (we’ve talked consistently about “the boy who cried wolf”) because he’d already gone potty 3 times before we left for the store. He persisted, so I screeched to a hault my shoe size hunt and we made a bee-line to the bathrooms in the back of the store. As soon as I park the cart and explain to him “the rules” before we head in, he jumps out of the cart and makes his fore-planned getaway!

Needless to say, this Momma wasn’t laughing. Once again, my Houdini disappeared. My panic always sets in rather quickly because I never know where he’ll go. Once when he was on a child harness, I was quickly trying on a shoe while standing up (always ready to sprint) he wriggled himself free and as soon as I could get my shoe on, I took off after him. I searched high and low to no avail. No, he wasn’t hiding amidst the clothes on the rack, in the bathroom, or in the toys…much to my horror, he ran out into the parking lot! I was mortified! This was at the height of his “if you come after me, I’m running further in the opposite direction” days. From then on, I knew he had to be in tight reign and threatened within an inch of his life!

No, he didn’t need to go potty, just as I’d thought. Tricked again. I hate to mess with the potty thing though in case it’s the one time he fills his britches right there in the middle of the store. I digress. Off I run heading up and down the store’s aisles calling his name. I make my first stop to the toy department and there he is, riding a tricycle like a madman up one of the aisles outside of the toy area! I promptly scolded him, instructed him to return the trike and come with me to the shoe area which is why we came to Wally World in the first place. I don’t have to tell you that by this time, it had already been a lonnnnnnggggggg day with the boy. Momma was t.i.r.e.d! I waited and waited and waited on him until I finally shouted, “I’m headed back to the shoe department, son, c’mon!” I suppose that’s when what happened next transpired. Houdini struck again! Yeah, he bolted to who knows all where. I looked, searched up and down, all around for this child when all at once I hear on the store’s intercom: “Will _____  ______ come to the fitting room, please?” Now here’s the funny part. My son gave the clerk my first name and his first name; put together, it becomes the name of a rather famous local singer. I’m sure when I showed up to collect my son, the onlookers waiting on a fitting room were disappointed to find that I was not who they expected. I can laugh about it now.

I collected my child who was red-faced, sobbing, and anxiously awaiting my appearance. My heart melted as he ran to me, calling “Mommy!” I immediately grabbed him into my arms, picked him up, held him, kissed him, assuring him that I would never, ever leave him. It took awhile to console him; he was so worked up. Once we found his shoes, purchased them and headed out to the car, he asked to go to the Playland to which I quickly replied “no”. He sobbed some more and it was then that I explained to him that I cannot reward him with a treat when he was being naughty by not listening to me and running away.

It seems more and more, I’m finding teachable moments to help him understand why his behavior is not acceptable. Ugh, parenting is definitely trying at times. I’m not gonna lie, once we returned home, this Momma was done for the day. I love and cherish the good times of laughing, playing, acting silly, and snuggle times. I find myself praying extra hard for endurance and wisdom to muscle up for the trying times. As hard as some days might be, I’m reminded that in comparison, at his young age, I’m still in control as his parent. I can still mold, shape, and guide his way. As he grows older, into his teens and beyond, I can only hope and pray that he’ll maintain respect for his parents and seek to please and honor us, but more than that, Jesus.




do you ever….?


Dear Momma,

Have you ever just closed your tired eyes and dreamed of where you’d like to go, at least in your mind’s eye? Somewhere further away than even Calgon can take you? If money weren’t an option and you were told just to pack your bags and hop aboard a plane to a destination of your choice….what would you choose? I’m getting excited now!!!! For me, I’d have to choose the beach.

Thoughts like this are usually quickly forced back into the recesses of my mind when my soul is jarred awake into the reality of craziness. You know, like the breaking of a lamp, the sound of money flying across the wood floor because a bank has broken, or even worse, the screams and cries for help in the night because of a bad nightmare.

Well, today has been one of those days for me. Actually there have been several of those type days for me this week. Days where you’d love to go bury your head in the sand and forget all your troubles. Ever have days like this? Do you ever wonder if other Mommas have the same trials as you? If they can hear you losing your temper yet again? If you’re starting to wonder if perhaps you might’ve misunderstood God’s calling upon you to be a Momma because you honestly don’t know what the heck you’re doing?  I dare say I am not alone, and neither are you. Satan in all his craftiness and truth-twisting ways wants us to buy in to the lie that we are alone and ill-equipped at this thing called Motherhood.

What is that saying, “God doesn’t call the equipped, He equips the called”. Boy, I have been thinking of that saying quite often today. I’ve been taking lots of deep breaths as my child tells me yet again, “you’re so mean!” or throws a crazy fit in the middle of the kitchen floor because he wants a snack 10 minutes prior to dinner being ready, or he poops on the floor for the 2nd time today, or breaks out of his seat belt while I’m driving him to school. Yep, those kinds of days. The hard days. The days you just wish you were in the midst of a really bad dream and it’s not your reality.


These are the days that I’m learning are excellent days to give myself attention. When the time is appropriate, of course; like once your husband is home and dinner is finished. Honestly, I don’t indulge as I should enough. Most of the time, the devil fills my mind with what a terrible selfish Mom I am that I should want to go to the store by myself in peace. After all, my own internist has asked me time and time again if I’m taking advantage of getting out more on my own just to decompress. Sadly, I shake my head “no” and we talk about why it’s healthy to get out once in awhile. I’m not taking about hanging out at a bar, indulging in alcohol, taking advantage of your husband’s good nature, or skipping out on a night when your family needs you most. And I certainly don’t mean spending money that you don’t have on splurges that you don’t need.


I researched this very thing myself….treating without spending and here’s some tips: read a book, take a nap, visit with a girlfriend, shave, pray, popcorn & Netflix, color, take a bubble bath, have some tea, get a complimentary make-up tutorial at the mall, journal, exercise, listen to some tunes or a podcast you enjoy, go for a walk, de-clutter, bake something, call a friend, paint your nails, knit or crochet, go to the pool, do some gardening, window shop, and even play with the kids. I thought this was a good list, actually. Allowing some much-needed alone time help us to be better Mommas. What is it that we’ve heard a zillion times on the airplane pertaining to the oxygen mask? You must first put yours on, then help your children with theirs.

Pinterest is a great place to find ideas such as these. The takeaway: self-care is not being selfish, it’s being healthy. No one else will take care of you. Take care of yourself and see if the whining, crying, fussing, fighting, yelling seems a little more removed and breathe in some fresh deep breaths. IGBOKpeople-1316266_1920.jpg