yes, I have my hands full (and no, you don’t have to remind me)

If You Think My Hands Are Full You Should See My Heart // Motherhood Many Sparrows Blog жилет вязаный крючком по кругу схема Yes, my hands are full.

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I’m a busy mama to busy little ones. We have an incredibly active five-year-old, an almost three-year-old, and a precious little two-month old. In April, we’ll welcome baby #4, and we’ll have four kids ages five and under. Our family doesn’t look like other families, so I’ve come to expect occasional second-glances and unsolicited comments. But recently, as we’ve welcomed Eliza into our family through adoption and my bump continues to grow, I’ve been receiving the “OH, your hands are full!” and “OH, you’re going to have your hands full!” remarks at an increasing rate.

A few weeks ago, we stopped at a fast-food restaurant for lunch. My kids were thrilled at the rare treat and sat with me in a booth while Jonny stood in line to order. The boys were being super calm, and Eliza was sleeping in her carseat. It was actually the most peaceful I think our tribe could have possibly been, and I was feeling pretty awesome.

But thank goodness, an older woman made her way to our booth to pop that bubble. She felt it her duty to inform me of her observation that I had my hands full, with a little side-eye and passive-aggressive condescension for good measure. “Hands full, heart full!” I replied back to her with a smile, to which she awkwardly had no response and huffed away.

I laughed to myself, because from the way I was sitting in the booth she couldn’t have even possibly been able to tell that I was pregnant and we were expecting another babe soon. If she knew that, she might have choked on her cheeseburger. антиварусная обувь для детей The thing is, my hands are full. Really full. I often feel ill-equipped for the life God has given me. I’m tired. We spend a lot of time at home, because taking lots of littles anywhere is a huge feat in and of itself. And that can start to feel pretty lonely. Add the doubt and worry and fear that sneak into this mama’s heart, and I’m under no illusion that I don’t have my hands full. God has given me precious gifts and I’m just praying I raise and love them well. андрей болконский характеристика с цитатами Our life is so full, are hearts are so full, and I am so grateful.

What I want you to know is that I’m tired, but I’m happy. These sweet little ones fill us with joy that goes beyond what I could ever deserve. They are truly gifts of grace.

I am so grateful that God saw our open hearts and blessed us through adoption and birth. I am humbled to play a role in these little ones’ lives. Nothing is more refining than parenthood, and I’m floored that my life looks the way it does. критерии определения тяжести вреда здоровью The next time you see a mom of young kids, encourage her. Tell her she’s doing a good job — I don’t know any mother who doesn’t want to hear that. Offer to carry her baby or wrangle her toddler. And if you can’t think of anything nice to say…don’t say anything at all. адрес контрольное управление президента рф And moms in the thick of it — I see you. I see you struggling with the escaping toddler and the baby in the car seat. I see you because I am you, and I want you to know that God has equipped us for such a time as this. We come to it in different ways, and it looks different for all of us, but I do know that mothering is a gift and a sacrifice. I know that so often you feel alone, but I want you to know that you’re not. And I want you to take all the quips and side comments with a grain of salt, and remember that God has called you to this one precious life, and now is the time for living. панангин раствор инструкция по применению Empty hands can come later.

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Parenting the Strong Willed Chlld and the Easy Going Child Many Sparrows Blog Parenting Encouragement регидрон инструкция применения When we’re running late and the clock is ticking to get out of the house, a certain five-year-old suddenly feels it necessary to move in slow motion. As I’m throwing wipes in the diaper bag and corralling children, he’s taking it easy, kicking his feet up, and then remembering now would certainly be the best time to send out a (snail-pace) search party for that missing Lego. ходатайство о назначении почерковедческой экспертизы образец And then there’s the two-year-old who lives in my house. I never have to worry about how that one feels. Confusion does not abound regarding his thoughts, preferences, wants, or needs. When he’s less than thrilled, this manifests into tantrums, into demands, into negotiations that make me feel super prepared for if the moment ever comes where I have to jump into a high-risk position at the State Department dealing with dictators.

And I wonder why the grey hairs continue to sprout out of my head. основные средства при усн доходы But what if I flipped the script in the frustrating moments, looking to the future instead of the current crisis?

What if I used these trying times as a crystal ball to see how these qualities in our kids might manifest themselves in the future? What about if I noticed the goodness and nurtured the strong-willed child and the easy-going kiddo?

Yesterday, I listened to a talk by Sherry Surratt, CEO of MOPS International. She shared how those aspects of our kids’ personalities that can drive us up-the-wall as parents manifest themselves in amazing ways as our children grow.

Her strong-willed daughter turned out to be an incredible leader who stands firm and isn’t afraid to take a stand. Her relaxed son turned into a father with heaping amounts of patience and grace. сделать катамаран своими руками What if I saw my kids for who they’re becoming, not for what is happening in the here and now?

I marvel at the specific and unique ways my children are wired. I see the creativity and compassion that their little hearts exude and I’m so grateful that I get to be someone who calls out the goodness in their hearts, empowering and equipping them to become children and teenagers and adults who use their strengths and talents and gifts to love God and love others. белый снег стихи And how does God see us?

Through Jesus, he covers us in grace and lavishes love. He sees us for our true selves — he sees the best-version, the true-version of Kayla, not the person who is quick to judge or lose her temper. He’s a loving father that says the old has gone, the new has come.

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when parenting is hard

Parenting is Hard // A Roadmap for the tough times (from a Family Therapist) // Many Sparrows Blog // National Adoption Month // #adoption #family #parenting #motherhood

утепление парилки изнутри пошаговая инструкция As soon as you set off on the adoption journey , as you start walking down the path of pregnancy — you realize something. Your little one isn’t here yet, but this parenting thing? It’s already hard and there’s no map to get you were you need to go.

The path of parenthood is amazing and beautiful and really, really, challenging. It pushes and grows and blesses in the best ways, but being a mother or father is certainly not easy. Parenting is hard.

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When Parenting is Hard: A Family Therapist's Perspective // Many Sparrows Blog // Christian Parenting

капитан прайс цитаты This parenting gig is hard.  I’d like to say that I am an expert — I have the fancy degree in Counseling Psychology and I get to (emphasis on the get to) work with the most remarkable families every day.  I get to soak in their wisdom. Soak in it.  Their words.  Their laughter.  Their heartfelt tears.  At some point, I keep telling myself that someday all of this wisdom all around me just has to soak in my pores and embed itself in the deepest places… прайс лист на услуги so that I can deliver the best results on autopilot and not have to feel the sting of all of the times that I, too, utterly fail my boys as their mom.

But then, I also tell myself that autopilot is not what human beings were made to do.  It isn’t what we are made to be.

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We are made for being real.  We are made for screwing up. Royally screwing it all up. And then owning it and coming back together.

When Parenting is Hard: A Family Therapist's Perspective // Many Sparrows Blog // Christian Parenting

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ворлд оф танк секреты и хитрости Whether or not they come out of our bodies or are birthed into our souls through other means…this fact does not differ.  Little ones need — demand — EVERYTHING from us.  In those first moments when the reality hits us this that this little person is ours, an unconscious decision is made.  This little person will and now does OWN my heart.  My every fear, my every insecurity from this moment, every future moment, and every moment from my past is now OWNED by this little being.

He will bring forth from me my very best moments.

Those moments when I feel so alive just by gazing at his hair made wet from deep in sleep sweaty curls.  Those moments when I catch him loving his brother with his words and his gaze…words that I know because they are mine.  Those moments when I hear him laughing with delight as he discovers that he can make others smile with his deliciously precious grin. краска для волос kapous professional инструкция Then…there are other times.  The times when just looking at him, hearing him…hurts.  Flashes of anger so palatable that I swear my words can slice through bone and marrow.  How can I be so filled to the brim with such venom?  How can I spew its vile poison at such a precious boy before I catch up to myself and shut my mouth up?

My heart is raw with emotion as he encounters the first moments of social pain, the not being chosen, not feeling good enough moments… and reel.  He sits on my lap and sobs the guttural tears from deep within and I do everything I can to hold him close and let him feel his own pain willing myself to remain emotionally present with him and let my arms be the container to hold it all.

Sometimes I can.  Other times I utter the words that I know so much better than to say.  But because I am shaken.  That which I thought I was over and done with…becomes not so over and done.  And I am not available.  “Suck it up!” “Toughen up!”  “Grow up!”  I lob these words with ferocity.  Not because I mean them.  I say them because the feelings are too much.  I need them to stop.  I can’t help him because I am mired in the old junk.

When Parenting is Hard: A Family Therapist's Perspective // Many Sparrows Blog // Christian Parenting

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It is this way because it is always an invitation to mire deeper in our places of shame and brokenness.

боулинг в москве адреса на карте This is the easy way.  We react from our subconscious places and we repeat our patterns of pain and imprint them upon our children.  A cycle is perpetuated or established anew.

lifan x50 каталог запчастей It is also an invitation to move our own stories toward redemption.  This is the harder way.  It is painful.  It requires presence.  We must feel pain.  We must connect it to our own stories and release its sting.  This is purposeful.  This is NOT autopilot.

We journal.  We pray.  We learn the language of our own narratives which reside not only in our heads, hearts, but also in our bodies. пожелания хорошие слова We learn when to lean in and when to walk away for a time in order to catch our breath and then return to complete what we began.

We allow ourselves to feel our own pain while we feel theirs and see how the marriage of both together can actually make all of us stronger.  We learn to swallow our pride and say we are sorry when we mess up because we acknowledge that our children need to witness that their grown-up people do mess up and can model ownership of their short comings.

When we mess up and apologize, we acknowledge our commitment to our own growth so that we can also model learning to do things another way. влияние инфляции на экономику страны Parenting often feels as if I am wearing all of my insides outside.  All of my soft stuff is most exposed to the hard edges of the world through my babies.  The bumps and scrapes hurt so much more.  But also, from the place of this inside out sort of living comes the most profound love and source of purpose.

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31 days of living free: hello, goodbye.

Fireman and dalmation puppy firefighter. Halloween with pumpkins. Cute kids on Halloween. Many Sparrows Blog. 31 Days of Living Free. приватбанк юридична адреса I’m not great at goodbyes.

I fumble over farewells. I linger longer than I should and I give extra hugs even after we’ve said goodbye for the tenth time. I (usually) save the waterworks for until the door shuts. As “see you later” leaves my lips, I can’t help but wonder if I’m really saying, “the end.

Little Boy in Puppy Dalmatian Costume Driving a Fire Truck. Halloween puppy costume. Many Sparrows blog. 31 Days of Living Free.

Fireman and dalmation puppy firefighter. Halloween with pumpkins. Cute kids on Halloween. Many Sparrows Blog. 31 Days of Living Free.

I’m slightly melodramatic, so it probably comes as a surprise to no one that I’m a little bummed to be wrapping up my 31 days of writing about living free. I’ve enjoyed the challenge of cracking open the laptop and letting my heart spill unto the keys. I’m grateful to the women who bravely shared glimpses of their stories of living free through stuff like postpartum depression and having a little one with autism and navigating being a working mother. The new friends I’ve connected with and your comments and your e-mails have encouraged me and I’m thankful.

год обезьяны афоризмы I firmly stand on the truth that we are worth more than many sparrows, and I wholly believe that we are meant to live a story worth sharing.

And while it’s easy to encourage others to share their stories, throughout these 31 days I’ve wondered if my words matter. 1 годик девочке поздравление родителям But I’m standing on the other side of the calendar with a fire in my heart to keep writing. To keep telling stories and speaking life through these screens.

As my little ones progress from diapers to potty-training, from crawling to walking, I find myself missing the earlier stage. Yes, it’s incredible to have conversations with my 19-month-old, but wasn’t I just swaddling him? Yes, it’s wonderful to journey into preschool with my four-year-old, but wasn’t I just feeding him oatmeal in the high chair?

Fireman and dalmation puppy firefighter. Halloween with pumpkins. Cute kids on Halloween. Many Sparrows Blog. 31 Days of Living Free.

Fireman and firetruck and dalmation puppy firefighter. Halloween with pumpkins. Cute kids on Halloween. Many Sparrows Blog. 31 Days of Living Free.

Transitions, man. They’re hard. Our life comes in seasons, it seems. платье балахон своими руками While we can remember with full hearts past seasons of our lives, we’re made to look ahead. There is so much greater in store than we can imagine. автовокзал орехово расписание автобусов 2015 Living in the hope of what’s to come, anchored in the goodness we know to be true…maybe that’s what it means to live free.

So this is a hello. I’m not sure what God has in store for this little corner of the Internet, but I’m in.

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I’m ready to be brave and I’m ready to live free. вязание мехом кролика I’m ready to step into November with a willing heart and open hands. Who’s with me?

Fireman and dalmatian puppy firefighter. Halloween with pumpkins. Cute kids on Halloween. Many Sparrows Blog. 31 Days of Living Free. Interracial family. Adoptive family.

инструкция по сборки гидробокса For 31 days, I tried to use little space on the Internet to unpack what it might look like if we lived like the women we’ve been so incredibly created to be. I missed a few days, but I’m grateful for goals with grace. What if all the boxes we thought we were meant to fill were holding us back from something much greater? What if we shared our stories and in the process, we realized that our lives mean more than we can imagine?

Thanks so much for walking little corner of the Internet with me! I have some exciting things planned for November (I’M COLORING MY HAIR BECAUSE I HAVE TOO MANY GRAYS, YOU GUYS!). But also, bigger stuff, too, like National Adoption Month — I’ll be sharing some awesome adoption book giveaways and sharing some more of Joseph’s adoption journey, too.

Here’s to living free — every day of every month of every year. #fistbump

31 Days of Living Free: Rooted Love for Women Who Dream | Many Sparrows Blog

This part of 31 daily posts of living free. Living freely is something we do momentarily, but to fully live free? That’s a transformation — a total change not only in what we’re like, but in who we are. You can find all the 31 Days of Living Free posts here.

31 days of living free: what is brave?

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I think you always need a dose of bravery when you read your words in front of a giant (well, to me!) room full of women.

Today at MOPS, I shared a devotional based on this blog post. How do we raise brave kids? Start by being brave mamas!

Sometimes, we let people put out the flames that God has set in our hearts.

In Matthew 5, verses 14-16, Jesus says,

You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.

And if we’re not careful, we get so busy in the act of mothering and weighed down by the weariness of the world, that little by little, our light gets snuffed out.

We have such a privilege and honor to influence the next generation to be world-changers. Being brave is simply letting God’s radical love flow out of our lives. It’s taking little steps of faith and falling into the arms of a Father who calls us by name. It’s knowing we’re worth more than many sparrows, so we don’t have to live in fear.

Shine on, mamas. Your light shows those little hearts they can live free, too.

(Also, my sweater was thrifted for $3! My friend Erin has been blogging her 31 days on thrifting, and I’m totally loving her tips.)

31 Days of Living Free: Rooted Love for Women Who Dream | Many Sparrows Blog

This part of 31 daily posts of living free. Living freely is something we do momentarily, but to fully live free? That’s a transformation — a total change not only in what we’re like, but in who we are. You can find all the 31 Days of Living Free posts here

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