Recently, I was catching up with a friend, sharing all of the changes to my life (I had several in a few short weeks). She looked at me and said, “Wow, you’re like SuperMom.”
I laughed and casually dismissed the remark.
You see, I have this awesome friend. She has more kids than I can even comprehend caring for on a daily basis. She cooks, she homeschools, she runs them to the various appointments they have throughout the week. She is #momgoals. If anyone is SuperMom, she is. She will of course deny it, saying something along the lines of, “I’m actually just crazy.” But you see, she isn’t SuperMom either. Not really. Because for SuperMom everything is easy. What an incredibly impossible standard to live up to. I’m so glad I don’t have to be SuperMom, and I’m sure she is too. Just being Mom is hard enough, saying ‘yes’ again and again when asked to stretch beyond yourself.
So the next time you see a mom (or anyone for that matter) handling life in a way you can’t imagine, encourage her, but don’t brush it off as being “super”. Know that she’s probably exhausted. She has days that she’s not sure she’ll make it through. And sometimes she just cries because life is HARD. Instead, ask her how you can pray for her and what she needs. Offer to bring her dinner, watch her kids or run an errand. Because I promise you, she’s not “super” on her own.
Scaredy cat. What no little girl wants to be labeled. Not only because of the reality that I hated cats, but also because I wanted people to see me as brave. Bold. Courageous. Fearless.
First it was dogs, then it became most animals at the zoo. Don’t forget the Chick-fil-A cow, clowns and the surprising fear of gloves with hands in them. As a young girl, many seemingly silly things scared me very much. I was not timid or shy around people, but I had this desperate need to feel safe and comfortable in each situation. As I got older, the little fears were conquered, but bigger fear came into play like rejection, failure and vulnerability. Continue reading “An Honest Moment”
I recently heard a man tell a story of how he edged out a woman in a wheelchair and hobbled his way to the first seat on the airplane. He told the story almost with a sense of pride. He had been injured in an accident and felt he needed the bulkhead seat for more legroom since his leg was covered with road rash. The woman in the wheelchair was going so slow, that he decided to go around her and race his way to the front. She in fact was looking for a seat that offered more legroom, and he was happy he secured it.
I was gasping inside as he recounted the events. My thought was, “is chivalry dead?” “Has this man ever considered putting others first?” “How horrible!” Continue reading “Me First!”
I stepped on one of those patches of thistles that grow in the grass the other day. I immediately knew what I had done as the pain was intense even after I moved my foot from the evil plant.
Later, I was thinking about that experience and how in life we keep stepping on thorns. You know, you keep doing that thing over and over again. Until, one day we experience real pain from that choice or action or statement we made. Then we have another decision…what am I going to do to remove the pain of my action? Continue reading “Thorny Times Of Life”
On the way home from work one day, I was sitting there, stopped in traffic, trying to decide what I wanted for dinner. Knowing I had pretty much no food at home and my long day was leaving me less than inspired to cook up a masterpiece or even some mac and cheese, on a whim, I decided to get off on the next exit and grab some Chinese food from a restaurant that I hadn’t been to since I had moved further away.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a man in the car next to me scrounging for change in his car. I thought about how I had been there before and hoped he could find what he needed. I went inside and was perusing the menu for what I thought might meet my Chinese food cravings. The man came up to the counter next to me and was counting out the change he had collected. He was still short for what he was trying to order. I paused to ask God if He wanted me to help the man out and in what way.
Continue reading “Andropolis, You’re My Inspiration”