Confessions of a Crazy Busy Mom

Never mind that I haven't blogged since Arcadia's 13th birthday, which was in May. Never mind that I have been so neglectful of this blog, I think that the name says it all. I am too dang busy! Recently we have been going over a series of sermons on church that really have God working on my heart. Not just working, but working OVERTIME and then some. What last nights sermon boiled down to is love, and loving other. Don't get me wrong, I love others, I do. But I tend to love them on MY terms, and MY terms only. Our pastor asked us when the last time we did something for another person in love, and I thought smugly to myself, I do, all the time. Then he asked, when was the last time we went above and beyond? Loving someone extravagantly. I had to be honest with myself, and the answer was I didn't know when. Let me set the stage, I went into church with an unsettled heart, and so during our beautiful worship set, I prayed. Because I was coming into the service with a

Arcadia turned 13....Thirteen, say that with me TEEN. I have a teenager. When I was younger I never imagined I would have children. I thought two things would happen: A. The rapture would take place or B. I would die before I had children. Don't laugh, I actually thought that. Now I realize, I'm old! Now here I am a day after my oldest child turned 13 reflecting. Arcadia was born ON Mother's Day in 2001 at 9 pm after a long miserable labor. I'm sorry, I don't think the labor process is a beautiful thing. I just don't I think it's gross and I had to make sure a each of my children were CLEAN before they handed them to me- judge all you want, it doesn't change my opinion or make me a bad mom. Although I didn't think the labor process was a beautiful thing, becoming a mother was.  In 13 years, Arcadia has taught me more about myself than I could imagine ever learning in a life time let alone 13 years. We have gone though ups and downs and awkward times

I am assuming that even if you are not a believer you have uttered the words "I am so blessed." or have had someone inform you that you are, "so blessed".  Simple. But what does it mean? Does it mean that because you got a new car you are blessed? Or is it if you got a job while you were unemployed? Does this imply that because I do not have a new car or a job I am not blessed? I am more blessed than a homeless person who has a tent for a home? Is Tom Brady more blessed than I am because he has multiple homes? Is the family who has 19 children given more blessings that I because I only have 4 children? What about the family who is struggling to have children? Am I more or less blessed based on the things I can or can not afford? The list could go on and on and on...its limitless.  I have been reading, listening, looking, and observing in general. Trying to figure out what exactly is a blessing.  When I searched Google, I had over 9,700 matches to my se

I pull up to my mother in laws house and tell Tristan and Eireland, "Ok, have a great day! Tristan, remember I'm seeing your teacher this afternoon! I love you both."  Before Tristan's little hands could grab at the door handle, he shouts, "MOM! YOUT FORGOT TO PRAY FOR US!" (I don't think he actually knows how to speak in a normal tone, everything is done yelling.) We have made a habit of praying before each child gets out of the car at their destination. Indeed, today I forgot.  This is more than a normal little boy reminding me that we forgot to pray. You see, Tristan is struggling in his faith. Don't get me wrong, he's 6, I'm not expecting him to pass a theology class. But he is struggling. Often times at night when we pray together and I ask for his requests, he is not even interested in praying, and doesn't want to be a part of it. Thus, I simply lay my hand on him, grab Phoenix's hand and pray FOR Tristan. As well as praying for

Where I have I been since December? I'm still searching for that answer myself. December brings about the typical things- holidays, family gatherings, etc. it also brought about a major life change for our family: my husband had spinal surgery- the one we have been waiting 2 years to have. In the midst of all that, I still needed to work and take care of the kids, oh, and did I mention we moved?  I don't think I could go into all the details with out needing a nap, for a week, but I wanted to let you all know that I am still alive. I was not taken over by my children, although, at times I thought that might actually happen. I'll be getting back on the blog daily now, with prayers for our children, inspirational photos and stories, and maybe even a give away. :) You can look me up on Facebook: CrazyBusyMomOf4, and Instagram under the same name.  My family was blessed beyond words with the meals that were provided to us while my husband was down for the count, the phone calls